The Villain's Story

117 [117]...what is happening?[2]

*Clang!*Clang*

Two spearmen clashed their spears with one another in a dead land filled with nothing but corpses, and blood.

The sky had a red moon and purple clouds.

There were corpses of multiple species, Demons, Balrogs, ancient behemoths...and even a few dragons.

*Clang!*Clang!*

The clashes continued, A spearman clad in black demonic armor fought a spearman clad in a golden dragon's armor.

A demonic spear that exuded a blood-red aura clashed with a holy dragonic spear that exuded a golden aura.

Both weapons, at first glance, looked equal to each other, and their wielders did as well.

But that was a misconception, for the golden spear began to crack as it clashed with the demonic spear, the spearman of gold losing as the battle went on.

Their movements were blinding, followed by flashes of black and gold light.

The exchange of blows continued, and finally...the golden spear shattered.

The exchange that was the final of the two spears, left the golden spear shattering like glass in front of a hammer.

It held on for so long against the monster that it was facing, and so was its master.

The Golden Spearman immediately jumped back and raised his hands in the sky, before bringing them down at a blinding speed.

And the Moment he did, a beam of light fell upon the black spearman.

It burned everything around it, and God knows what was happening inside the beam.

'...where are they?!'

The golden spearman thought in his mind.

More importantly.

Where is he?

Has he abandoned him?

No...he is not the one to do that.

His brother will not abandon him...maybe the others...but not him at least.

'...I must buy time.'

The forces that accompanied him were all dead...Every being that had allied themselves with him...all dead.

Every being on this battlefield, all dead...to 'Him.'

As he watched the silhouette of the black spearman come out of the beam of light. He yelled.

"Aranus! I know you are still in there!"

The black spearman moved without paying heed to his words.

"What would she think if she saw you like this?! What was her last dying wish as you killed her with that son of a bitch in control?!

Did she not request you to fight?! WHY HAVE YOU GIVEN UP SO QUICKLY?!"

He screamed with all his might.

Why have you given up?

Is all this suffering not enough for you?!

...no, Aranus does not even have a sliver of control now.

"...and to think my daughter of all would fall for you."

When you were still you, that is.

He muttered those words, as blood seeped out of his armor, showing how injured he was.

He braced himself, and a spear of light formed on his hand, weaker than his original spear but a weapon nonetheless.

*Tok!*Tok**Crunch!*

The Black spearman walked toward him

and stepped on the skull of another being, destroying it completely.

The golden spearman took a stance...and the black spearman took one-two.

And just as they were about to clash again, they turned their heads abruptly into the sky, where a large purple portal opened up.

And a purple dragon with four wings emerged from it.

With a menacing armor of purple scales, it dived towards the two spearmen.

The black spear man's body shone a black light, and a massive eastern black dragon emerged from the light and rose to face the purple dragon.

The two dragons clashed in the air with their massive bodies, trading blue for blow, bite for bite, dragon breath for dragon breath.

The golden spearman watched the clash from the ground and muttered to himself.

"...so only he could come."

Such a pity...they may have had a 'chance' if all of them could come.

...but reality would not allow it.

His brother showed up and was fighting for him, that was enough.

If he was to die, he'd rather die with him.

A golden pendant materialized in his hand and he looked at it from the gaps in his helmet with a look of longing.

He clenched it within his hands, before it was engulfed in a golden light and then disappeared from his hand.

"...I'll be meeting you soon, just wait for me, dear."

He muttered as his body glowed a golden light, and a golden dragon with a size similar to the purple Dragon, possessing the same number of winds, and a majestic armor of golden scales enveloping its body emerged from the light.

It then flew up and clashed with the black eastern dragon together with the purple dragon.

Aloaris, Draco Spei Et Lux*, along with his brother, Suleras, Draco Chaos Et Desperatio.**

...Against Aranus, Draco Oblivionis Et Extinctionis.***

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'I don't understand.'

I thought as I watched the three dragons duke it out in the air.

It was as if I instinctively knew it.

...you can't fight that thing.

... it's impossible.

That black dragon can't be beaten.

I was transported to this battlefield the moment James died...and was shaken with awe.

At the black dragons might, at the golden and purple dragons' pointless struggle.