“You ruined my perfect face!!! You’ll die for that.”The sound of her roar shook the windows of the nearby buildings.She spun, her sword glowing with that sickly, grey decay magic.The air around the blade began to wither.She was going to turn the entire square, and everyone in it, to ash.“I WILL FLAY YOU! I WILL ROT YOU FROM THE INSIDE OUT! I WILL—”“Just heal it, dumbass,” Elara said, shooting her a mocking smile.But then Elara froze.A sound cut through her rage.A howl.It was distant but getting closer fast.A primal, terrifying sound that triggered an instinctual fear in every living thing that heard it.Far away, across the rooftops, a massive, wolf-like shape was bounding toward them. It moved with supernatural speed, leaping from building to building.Kaelen’s urgent mental message hit Elara’s mind like a hammer.Elara didn’t hesitate.She saw Vex distracted by the howl. She saw the loosened greave.She saw the ra

"Third Commander."Princess Isolde spoke, walking past Pyralis without even glancing at him. Her expression was a mask of cold, royal indifference. "Am I interrupting a squabble?"Jinto lowered his sword, looking panicked. "The Common Land's Knights are very busy, your Highness. But never too busy for you.""Good," she said.Then, her expression changed. The stoic, prim mask shattered. Her lip wobbled. Her eyes went wide and watery.She looked like a pouty child who had lost her favourite doll."Then what about the job I gave you?" she whined, stomping her foot. "Where is my Seraph?!"Pyralis blinked. He almost choked on his own breath.She was still looking for him."Your Highness," Jinto stammered. "As Lord Theron reported... Seraph Ignis was executed for treason. He is dead.""He is not dead!" she snapped, her voice turning sharp again. "I have sources. Better sources than Theron. Seraph escaped. And if he esca

The town square was no longer a battlefield. It was about to be a graveyard.The Residents had either fled the area or returned to their homes.The sides were paired up.Pyralis and Fenris moved like two blurs away from the square, destroying stalls, ignoring the screams. Pyralis tried as much as possible to pull Fenris to a part where people weren’t at, but Fenris did not care.“Fuck,” he whispered as he dodged a strike from Fenris and moved to counter with his own.The rest had started their own battles as well.Vex did not scream. She did not roar.Her rage had gone cold, settling into a terrifying, silent focus.She stood in the centre of the cobblestones, her massive Ulfberht sword resting on her shoulder.The fresh cut on her cheek bled freely, a stark crimson line against her pale skin, but she did not wipe it away.She raised her free hand. Her fingers curled like claws.Grey mist began to seep from her skin. It rolled off her armor, heavy and cloying, sinking low to the groun

The dust from Elara's battle with Vex was still settling on the north side of the square when the ground shook.BOOM.It wasn't an explosion. It was a footstep.On the south side, two titans had found each other.Boudica ‘Bo’ Ironside stood in the centre of the street.To anyone looking, he was a mountain of a man, clad in heavy, dented plate armour that looked like it had been scavenged from a dozen different battlefields.In his hands, the massive Zweihänder sword looked less like a weapon and more like a piece of architectural scrap metal.Facing him was Gorge.The Squad leader in the First Knights was... grotesque.He wasn't just fat, he was massive. His custom-made armour was a masterpiece of engineering, expanding plates shifting over rolls of pale, sweating flesh.He held a flail that was simply a cannonball welded to a chain.He was currently finishing a turkey leg, the grease running down his multiple chins."Mmm," Gorge rumbled, tossing the bone aside. It shattered a window.