Suddenly Lynx shouted in excitement. “Look westwards!”
Hundreds of thousands of warriors in blue armour were marching straight towards the Skull Warrior’s army from the western side. They were the warriors of the White City, led by the King, who was in a beautifully adorned chariot. The White City’s King had changed his mind.
The Skull Warrior’s army was surrounded from all sides. Everyone in the moat felt a sudden elevation in mood. Their hopes had been rekindled once again.
“CCHHHAAARRRRGGGGGEEEEEEEEE!” the Scavenger roared.
They charged with renewed energy.
The Scavenger’s army trampled through the enemy warriors, who were shocked at being attacked from all sides.
The King of the White City was attacking the enemy with high energy and precision. The Scavenger met him in the field.
“Thanks for coming,” the Scavenger greeted the King.
The King nodded. “I am sorry that I took time to decide. I was a fool to be scared.”
“We all make mistakes,” the Scavenger said. “What’s important is that we learn from them.”
The King nodded again as he slashed his sword on an enemy warrior that tried to stab him.
The Scavenger turned to see the leader of the Trolls and the Ogres greeting him.
“Good to see you. I am glad you decided to fight with us.”
“The men of White City crossed us while we were retreating,” a Troll said. “And we realized that it was wrong for us to turn our backs.”
“Don’t worry,” the Scavenger said. “The tide will turn. Join the war, my friends!”
With a roar, the Scavenger’s army launched a renewed attack on the enemy.
21
As the Trolls and Ogres leapt into the fray, Lynx turned to the Scavenger.
“We need the Slayer, and fast,” he said. “Despite all the support, we will not be able to hold for long. And if the Skull Warrior comes -”
Suddenly the Scavenger clutched his head. He saw everyone else holding their heads. A sharp whistle penetrated the air due to which there was a momentary burst of sharp pain in everyone’s head.
“That’s the darkness of the Skull Warrior,” Lynx said. He closed his eyes, concentrating. “I sense him.”
“And so do I,” the Scavenger said.
“Fate awaits,” Lynx said. “It’s time for the final battle.”
The Scavenger snapped his fingers and muttered a spell. A chariot appeared and the group clambered over it. With a grim expression, the Scavenger accelerated the chariot forward. As the chariot moved forward, everyone inside drained the final energy serums left. They were going to need every ounce of the energy.
The chariot burst through the ranks of warriors and emerged near a small circular land. Warriors were fighting all around this land, but as they tried to enter the circular land, they were somehow repelled.
A small group of people assembled there.
There was Urrax, decked in blue apparel with two swords in each of his hands.
There were ten Demons in their armour and weapons.
And then, there was the Skull Warrior.
The Skull Warrior wore black robes with no hood. His face was just a blob of darkness with small skulls surrounding the blob.
He held nothing – no weapons, no armour, no magical orbs or anything. It was evident that he didn’t need any of them.
The Skull Warrior had a gloved hand up sideways. Rays of darkness emitted from them, forming a dome around him, which couldn’t be seen but was very much there, preventing anyone from entering.
Welcome to your graveyard. The cold and dark voice echoed all around. It was the Skull Warrior speaking, but how, no one knew.
“We are not the ones to die,” the Scavenger said in a fearless voice. “We will end your evil regime. You will not be successful.”
I have only one purpose – to bring the Death Lord back. The Skull Warrior’s voice echoed. And that is what I will do until my last breath.
“Not on our watch.” The Scavenger pulled out his Lightning Sword.
Urrax and the ten Demons rushed forward. The Gods, along with No One, the Scavenger and Lynx, clashed with the Demons. Urrax rushed to attack the children, while the Skull Warrior just stood there watching everyone, doing nothing.
From the corner of his eye, James noticed that two Demons were holding Venoz and Urrax was bringing his sword down on Venoz. James moved his hands forward and powerful jets of water flew all around, hitting the two Demons and Urrax just in time. Urrax slammed to the ground. Daniel intervened and thick branches started to wrap around Urrax’s arms and legs while Archer kept up a steady flow of fire to Urrax’s face.
Urrax yelled and burst free. As five Demons surrounded Venoz, Urrax came from behind and plunged a dark sword into Venoz’s back. Venoz fell to the ground.
The Gods roared as their fellow God lay on the ground, dead. They attacked Urrax. Urrax was powerful, but the combined attack from the Gods full of rage was too much for him.
The Skull Warrior moved towards Urrax to help him, but the Scavenger and the children obstructed him.
The Gods attacked Urrax like they were possessed; they were enraged at Venoz’s death. There was a blast and the Gods flew backwards. Where Urrax was before was now silvery dust and it evaporated slowly into the air.
Paragon shouted, “We have avenged Venoz.”
The Scavenger and the children sighed as a weight got lifted from their shoulders. Aronicle’s death had also been avenged.
The Skull Warrior leapt ahead in rage. The Scavenger, Lynx, the children and the Gods all attacked the Demons and the Skull Warrior.
The Skull Warrior chanted spells. The atmosphere started becoming hazy. The Skull Warrior was just too powerful. He raised his hands and shot dark waves here and there. The Gods were somehow able to counter these waves, but it seemed like it was a matter of time before the dark waves consumed everybody. Soon, the dark waves started clouding everyone’s minds, making them weaker with every passing moment. The Skull
