Alvinnu\u00e9 lowered his Doth-\u00c9amon Short Sword, its surface battered and scarred by the brutal clash, faint traces of dark magic still crawling along the metal. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, the weight of battle and drained mana pressing down on him. His body felt carved from stone, aching with every movement. The swirling dark magic had taken its toll \u2014 he was running on empty, without potions or reserves. A raw, burning emptiness pulsed through his veins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His gaze flickered behind him. A cold weight sank into his chest. Before him lay the Geldanosian soldiers who had fought at his side \u2014 motionless on the blood-soaked field, their bodies twisted and broken. They had paid the price for a fleeting chance \u2014 his chance to strike down the Death Knight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hadn\u2019t known them well, but their faces were etched into his memory. They had followed orders without hesitation, fought without question, and given everything for the cause. That faith now pressed upon him heavier than steel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tightening seized his gut. They had fallen so he could stand \u2014 so he could carry the fight forward. The truth hit him like a wave of ice: their lives had been lost for a goal that now burned just out of reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe have to finish this,\u201d Brynda\u2019s voice broke through his grief \u2014 steady, resolute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He nodded slowly, hand tightening around his sword. Gorimund stepped beside him, eyes unyielding.
\u201cWe\u2019re with you, Alvinnu\u00e9.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ahead of them, the lich stood tall \u2014 a dark silhouette etched against necrotic light. Its skeletal hand rose slowly, beckoning them forward. The air seemed to shiver beneath its presence, carrying hollow laughter that wrapped around the battlefield like a curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s chest tightened. He looked once more at the fallen around him, letting their faces burn into his mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlvinnu\u00e9?\u2026\u201d Brynda\u2019s voice cut through the silence again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He drew a steady breath. The lich\u2019s laughter echoed once more \u2014 and without hesitation, they stepped forward together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou think you can defeat me, little mortals?\u201d the lich hissed, its voice a serpentine slither that sank into Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s bones. \u201cHow na\u00efve you are.\u201d Contempt dripped from every syllable. \u201cYou cannot fathom the power that courses through my veins. I am the servant of the Death God \u2014 and my path leads only to ruin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lich retreated into the darkness swallowing the battlefield, its laughter filled with malice and certainty.
\u201cYou are but pawns in the grand design,\u201d it purred. \u201cI am the herald, the harbinger. I pave the way for my master\u2019s return. The Death God stirs in the depths of the Forgotten Realms \u2014 and soon His shadow will engulf this world.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alvinnu\u00e9, Brynda, and Gorimund pressed forward. Each step grew heavier, the lich\u2019s laughter beating like a war drum in their minds. Its skeletal hand kept beckoning \u2014 a cruel invitation that burned in Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s chest like molten steel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With a flick of its staff, the lich\u2019s green crystal flared to life, casting a sickly glow across the field. The ground trembled beneath their boots. A sound like grinding stone and snapping bone rose from the earth. From blood-soaked soil, the fallen shuddered and rose again \u2014 twisted soldiers born anew under the lich\u2019s dark command. Hundreds of skeletal hands clawed at the air, jaws clicking in grotesque rhythm, eyes fixed upon the living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a heartbeat, Alvinnu\u00e9 froze \u2014 but grief and fury surged through him. He raised Doth-\u00c9amon.
\u201cWe cannot falter,\u201d he growled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brynda\u2019s eyes narrowed, steel flashing in her gaze. Gorimund\u2019s boots struck the ground with deliberate weight as he drew his axe. They advanced together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bone soldiers charged with unrelenting force. Chaos erupted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without warning, Gorimund broke from the line, his roar cracking through the din like thunder tearing open the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKeep going!\u201d he bellowed, his voice shaking dust from shattered stone. The F<\/strong>orgefire Axe blazed to life, its molten veins pulsing like a heartbeat as he hurled himself into the undead swarm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first wave met him head-on \u2014 a wall of bone and rusted steel. \u201cGet to the lich! I\u2019ll hold them off!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A skeletal halberd jabbed from the side \u2014 he caught it with his gauntlet, sparks spraying as metal ground against metal. With a snarl, he wrenched it aside and crushed its wielder under his boot. Another soldier lunged \u2014 he pivoted, the Forgefire Axe carving a molten arc that turned it to dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His armor glowed red-hot now, seams dripping with heat. Each swing of his weapon scattered flaming shards that lit the dead like torches. The horde thickened. Arrows of bone hissed through the air \u2014 he raised his shield arm, deflecting two, but a third lodged in the shoulder plate, smoke curling from the impact. He ripped it free, tossed it aside, and surged forward again. The ground shook under the weight of his rage. Bone fragments rained down like hail. Each swing left a comet\u2019s trail of light in the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But for every one that fell, two more rose. The tide pressed in from every side, a wall of death and claws. Gorimund roared again \u2014 pure defiance, pure fury \u2014 and planted his feet. His axe erupted with blinding fire as he spun in a wide circle, unleashing a wave of molten light that incinerated a dozen foes in an instant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For a heartbeat, the battlefield burned like dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the shadows surged back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A skeletal behemoth crashed through the line, bone plates grinding like machinery. Gorimund met it head-on, his axe striking sparks against its ribcage. The giant swiped; he ducked under it, countering with an upward strike that split its spine. The creature collapsed \u2014 but another replaced it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He fought like a storm given flesh, every breath a growl, every motion defiance. Yet even storms fade. His armor cracked, his strikes slowed, and the glow of his axe began to dim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still, he fought on. The sea of undead closed in. One by one, his blows found their marks, until his flame flared one last time \u2014 a blinding burst that turned night into day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s chest clenched, but he did not falter. The lich was within reach. Every fiber of his being screamed to finish this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lich\u2019s skeletal fingers curled in a taunt. Tremors rippled through the ground as new horrors emerged \u2014 massive netherwolves slithering from the glowing crystal atop its staff, their eyes burning red, their claws scraping like steel on stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battlefield had become a nightmare. The lich watched, silent and smiling, as its creations advanced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brynda felt Gorimund\u2019s absence like a wound. His sacrifice seared into her heart. Tears streaked her face as grief ignited into fury. She would not let him die in vain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her Soulsever Sword blazed with divine light as she poured the last of her mana into it. The air around her shimmered with power, her armor glowing faintly as if charged by her will alone. With a cry that shook the dead, she surged forward, her blade tracing an arc of pure radiance that cut through shadow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Netherwolves sprang from the darkness like living nightmares, their claws scraping stone, teeth glinting with unnatural hunger. Brynda met them head\u2011on. Her blade sang \u2014 a thunderous, holy note \u2014 as it struck the first beast. Bone and sinew evaporated into a shower of glowing ash and motes of light, as if the creature had never been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A pair lunged from either side. She spun with the grace of a dancer and the fury of a storm, her blade carving two blazing crescents in quick succession. The air filled with the acrid scent of burning flesh and ozone, the ground around each vanquished wolf scattering in shimmering motes that faded into nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another Netherwolf leapt high, jaws snapping toward her neck. Brynda rolled forward, burying her blade deep into its skull. Its howl split the night \u2014 then dissolved into a whisper of ash that vanished on the wind. Without pause, she swept her foot to the side, sending another charging wolf sprawling into glowing fragments that blinked out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They came in waves \u2014 relentless, a tide of shadow and teeth. Brynda fought like a woman possessed, her movements a furious blend of grace and violence. Each strike was defiance, each parry a prayer. Her sword left trails of searing light in the gloom, every blow accompanied by the flash of light and the evaporation of bone and shadow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One beast lunged from the flank, faster than she could track. She dropped low, her blade flashing upward in a burst of light that scorched the air. The wolf shrieked, then dissolved mid\u2011air into sparks and motes of radiant ash before it could land a blow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Breath heaving, she pivoted, her armor clinking in the silence between strikes. A dozen more came \u2014 their eyes glowing red in the flickering light. Brynda did not hesitate. She roared, raising her sword high, and unleashed a sweeping radiant wave that cut through the pack like a storm, scattering bodies, bone, and shadow alike. Each vanished in a blossom of ash and light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She landed in the center of a field of glowing motes, breath ragged, her blade still blazing. Around her, the silence was thick with awe and sorrow. Brynda\u2019s voice broke through the quiet: Alvinnu\u00e9 didn\u2019t hesitate. His eyes never left the lich. With one final glance at her, he ran forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ragged breaths tore through him. His legs burned. He saw the lich\u2019s eyes \u2014 twin malevolent stars. Bone soldiers rose again, rattling toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He activated Shadowblend. His form melted into darkness, flowing like smoke over steel and bone. Through the shroud, his blade shimmered into Inyyudian Form, carving through the undead in a storm of shadow and steel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A howl split the air. Netherwolves lunged, teeth glinting like jagged silver. He didn\u2019t pause. Shadowmeld swallowed him whole \u2014 his body vanishing from their reach. When he reappeared, Inyyudian Swift Sword tore through the beasts, and their howls fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pain bloomed in his chest. Mana drained. Every muscle screamed. Yet his resolve burned brighter than ever. Within a breath, he stood before the lich \u2014 its crystal shimmering like a wound in the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He activated Shadowsprint, a blur of motion, sword raised high. The world narrowed to one point \u2014 the lich.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then \u2014 a prickle of cold on the back of his neck. His instincts screamed a warning, but too late. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it: another Death Knight. Its armor glistened dark crimson, eyes glowing with malice, sword raised high.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment stretched. There was no escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He accepted his fate \u2014 thinking of Brynda, of Gorimund, of the soldiers who had given everything, of Nanay\u2019Ko and his promise to return to Shanda-Wold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If only he had more time\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Death Knight\u2019s blade fell \u2014 cold and final.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, a blinding flash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A second sword collided with the strike, divine light bursting forth. Sparks and shadow scattered. Brynda had come. Her Soulsever Sword burned with radiant fury as she stood between Alvinnu\u00e9 and death itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before the Death Knight could recover, Gorimund thundered into view. His massive shield crashed into its armor, the impact echoing like thunder. The Forgefire Axe flared brighter than ever, molten light searing through the dark. Together, Brynda and Gorimund pressed the attack, steel and flame against shadow and death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their onslaught bought Alvinnu\u00e9 precious seconds. Through the chaos, his eyes locked onto the lich \u2014 and the gleaming green crystal atop its staff, pulsing with malevolent light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He knew what he must do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With his last reserves of mana, Alvinnu\u00e9 drew a breath and activated his ultimate technique \u2014 Shadowstrike. His body vanished into nothingness, becoming pure darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, like a phantom blade of vengeance, he surged forward. The Doth-\u00c9amon Sword struck true \u2014 the green crystal orb shattered under his blade, split clean in two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battlefield froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lich laughed \u2014 a deep, rolling sound that shook the air and slithered through the souls of the living. It wasn\u2019t fear. It wasn\u2019t pain. It was mockery, steeped in ancient malice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s breath caught. His gaze fell to the ground \u2014 to the green crystal orb, shattered into glittering shards across the stone. Each fragment pulsed faintly, the dying echoes of a power that was never<\/em> the lich\u2019s heart. The rhythm was wrong \u2014 too hollow, too still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No\u2026 no, that\u2019s impossible\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The realization struck like a hammer to the chest. His knees buckled; the Doth-\u00c9amon short sword slipped from his grasp and clattered against the stone, the sound cutting through the clash of battle like a bell tolling for the doomed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe green orb\u2014\u201d he gasped, voice breaking between disbelief and fury, \u201cit\u2019s not the lich\u2019s phylactery!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mana flared around him, wild and unstable, reacting to his horror. The ground trembled as the lich\u2019s laughter swelled, rising above the din of battle \u2014 triumphant, merciless, eternal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lich\u2019s bony fingers shot forward like living talons, faster than sight. Its hand clamped around Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s throat, hoisting him effortlessly into the air. His boots kicked helplessly, scraping against nothing, as the scorched earth spun beneath him \u2014 a graveyard of ash and armor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The creature\u2019s hollow eyes flared with necrotic fire. Its voice slithered through the air, low and cold \u2014 ancient as the grave. Alvinnu\u00e9 clawed at the skeletal grip, choking for air, his vision flickering at the edges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lich tilted its skull slightly, studying him with cruel amusement. Its grip tightened, the sound of cracking bone echoing in the air. \u201cBut you were too weak. Too afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The air around them darkened, tendrils of shadow curling like living smoke as the lich\u2019s laughter deepened. The lich leaned closer, its voice a guttural growl, burning with malice. Its laughter erupted, booming across the battlefield, shaking the remnants of the undead into a frenzy. Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s body trembled under the crushing grip \u2014 but through the haze, he saw it. Realization struck him like lightning. The shattered orb had been a decoy. The true phylactery burned within the lich itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Summoning every shred of strength, he reached up and seized it. Pain, fury, and resolve fused into one as he tore the gem free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lich screamed \u2014 a sound that shattered the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its grip loosened. Shadows unraveled. The lich\u2019s eyes splintered like glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alvinnu\u00e9 gasped for air, voice hoarse but fierce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With one final surge, he ripped it free completely. A sound like cracking worlds thundered across the field. The lich\u2019s body convulsed and imploded, releasing a shockwave of dark energy that vaporized the undead around it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When the air stilled, silence reigned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crystal pulsed in Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s hand \u2014 its light neither malevolent nor pure. Shadows swirled around him like smoke, humming with strange resonance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then pain \u2014 lightning through his soul. His body convulsed as if the crystal itself was drawing him in. The light grew brighter, wrapping him completely. Reality folded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then \u2014 nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alvinnu\u00e9 collapsed, the crystal still glowing faintly in his grasp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAlvinnu\u00e9!\u201d Brynda\u2019s cry tore through the stillness as she caught him before he hit the ground. Gorimund knelt beside them, his breath ragged, eyes wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe gave it everything,\u201d the dwarf muttered. \u201cBut what is that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brynda reached for the crystal, but when her fingers brushed it, it felt fused to Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s hand. She tugged \u2014 nothing. Together they tried, straining against its pull, but the crystal only pulsed stronger, resisting them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s hand remained clenched, iron-tight even in unconsciousness. The crystal seemed to breathe \u2014 faint, steady \u2014 as if alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brynda whispered, \u201cWhatever it is\u2026 it\u2019s not over.\u201d Around them, the battlefield was silent. Somewhere far off, the wind carried a faint hum \u2014 the dark crystal\u2019s secret song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n General Marus stood atop a ridge beneath a moonless sky, his crimson cloak torn and streaked with dust and blood. Below, the battlefield was a shifting storm \u2014 steel flashing in torchlight, smoke curling in thick spirals, groans of the dying swallowed by unnatural silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He turned to Adjutant Cenric, his voice cutting through the hush like iron. Cenric\u2019s face was drawn, pale beneath the torchlight. \u201cBaroness Yenn reports more than half our force has been lost, General.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marus\u2019s jaw tightened. Shadows flickered across his face as he scanned the plain. \u201cDoes the Baroness have any contingencies left?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, General,\u201d Cenric said, voice taut. \u201cAll plans exhausted.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marus\u2019s eyes shifted toward the horizon. \u201cAnd Count Marmo\u2019s mages?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey are spent, sir. Mana drained. Potions gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCount Varno and the infantry?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSame, General. Few stand.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd Aelric\u2019s mercenaries and the Half\u2011Giants?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey hold, but their lines falter. It looks bleak.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marus\u2019s voice dropped to a whisper, carried by wind across the ridge. A hush fell over the ridge. The air was cold and heavy with the scent of blood and ash. Somewhere in the darkness, the clash of steel rang like distant thunder. Soldiers turned to Marus as if awaiting prophecy. Around them, the night seemed to lean in, listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Orders rippled through the ranks. Then \u2014 a strange hum filled the air, low and growing louder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that sound?\u201d Cenric asked, frowning toward the horizon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marus tightened his grip on Drakhenir, the warblade gleaming dimly. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he muttered. \u201cBut I fear it is no omen of peace.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The hum swelled into a roar. A blinding light erupted from the direction of Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s last stand. The earth cracked. A shockwave tore across the field, scattering undead like ash in wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe gods\u2026\u201d Cenric gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marus\u2019s expression hardened. \u201cThe tide has turned! Push forward! Now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The undead faltered. Bone soldiers collapsed into dust. A cry of hope rose among the living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Marus\u2019s gaze lingered on the distant glow. He raised Drakhenir high, steel catching faint torchlight. At his command, the Geldanos Army surged forward. Earth shook beneath boots and hooves, steel clashed in a storm of war. Banners snapped in the cold wind, cries of defiance rising above the din.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From the far flank, Aelric led his mercenaries in a torrent of motion, cutting through bone soldiers with precision. His blade flashed lightning arcs, shattering armor and bone alike. Netherwolves evaporated into ash before him, their howls swallowed in steel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe undead \u2014 they\u2019re not resurrecting!\u201d Aelric shouted, disbelief sharp in his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Grimgurgh laughed, deep and reverberating. \u201cHa! Alvinnu\u00e9, my boy! You\u2019ve done it!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words spread like wildfire, driving the living forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Grimgurgh and the Half\u2011Giants thundered through the lines, each hammer blow splintering bone and shield. They carved a path into the undead horde, forcing them to falter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the center, Count Varno\u2019s infantry pressed the advantage. Shield\u2011walls clanged forward, spears stabbing in deadly rhythm. Bone warriors fell under flurries of steel; skeletal knights collapsed into ruin. The tide began to break.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From the left flank, Duke Tomas\u2019s cavalry charged, hooves pounding like thunder. Lances shattered ranks. Riders roared as they swept through the enemy, bodies flung aside, the dead scattering into chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Above the field, Marus\u2019s voice rang out. \u201cPush them! Drive them from this field!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The living pressed harder, momentum swinging in their favor. Flesh and bone, steel and shadow clashed in a symphony of war. The air rang with cries, steel on bone, shields breaking \u2014 the desperate music of survival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dead fell in ever greater numbers. The tide of darkness broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With a thunderous cry, the Geldanos Army surged \u2014 a living wave rolling over shattered remnants. The battlefield roared under the charge. Flames leapt. Steel rang. And then \u2014 silence began to creep back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The army advanced. Boots and hooves beat the earth. Armor glinted faintly in torchlight. Weapons dripped with the remnants of war. The air was thick with smoke and copper scent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Banners swayed and snapped \u2014 gold and crimson standing proud despite the carnage. Limbs limped forward. Shields were dented. Spears broken. Yet every step carried them toward the heart of the field.<\/p>\n\n\n\n General Marus led the advance, voice like steel. Beside him, Aelric pressed forward, armor battered but gaze fixed. Grimgurgh\u2019s steps shook the earth, his laughter now low and reverent. Adjutant Cenric and Baroness Yenn followed, faces marked by exhaustion and grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They reached the battlefield\u2019s edge. The scale of the destruction lay bare \u2014 broken shields, splintered bone, scattered remnants of the Army of the Dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There, at the center, Brynda and Gorimund knelt beside Alvinnu\u00e9\u2019s still form, the dark crystal pulsing faintly in his grasp. Its light spilled like living shadow over their faces. The air seemed to still, as if the world itself held its breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Marus approached, boots crunching over debris. Drakhenir caught the dim torchlight, gleaming like a blade forged in legend. He lowered it, voice deep and heavy. No victory cries followed \u2014 only the hush of wind, soft moans of the wounded, and the quiet murmur of soldiers tending their dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Above the field, banners fluttered in the night air \u2014 carried not in triumph, but in solemn remembrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battlefield lay still. 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He met it with a downward cleave that split three skulls in one strike, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground.
\u201cDon\u2019t stop for me!\u201d he shouted, spinning into a backhand swing that shattered a ribcage mid-lunge. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t win today!\u201d he roared, voice booming through the smoke. \u201cNot while I\u2019m standing!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A skeletal knight barred his path, eyes burning green \u2014 Gorimund slammed into it shoulder-first, driving it back, then split its helm from crown to chin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFor Geldanos!\u201d he roared, swinging until his arms felt like lead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKeep going, Alvinnu\u00e9!\u201d she shouted, rage and resolve entwined in her cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are not alone, lad!\u201d he roared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is no use, mortal,\u201d it hissed. \u201cYour struggle ends here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know your kind\u2026 shadow walker,\u201d it whispered, the words rolling like thunder from another age. \u201cTen millennia ago, your kin tried to kill my master \u2014 the Death God himself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe best your kind could manage\u2026 was a seal. A pitiful prison forged from fear and desperation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut now\u2026 that seal trembles. It is breaking \u2014 even as I speak!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHAHAHAHAHA! Soon, the Death God will rise again, and your world will drown in shadow!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Between the lich\u2019s burning eyes, embedded deep in its skull, pulsed a black crystal \u2014 faint, but alive, like a heart that refused to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe have to take it from him!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gorimund\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cThen we\u2019ll stand with him. Whatever comes next.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cReport on casualties.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen we stand at the edge of nightfall\u2026 not the night of rest, but the night of doom. This is no longer a battle \u2014 it is the death of our world. The day will either be ours\u2026 or none will live to see another.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlvinnu\u00e9 has done something,\u201d he murmured, \u201cbut at what cost?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRaise the banners of the Geldanos Army!\u201d he thundered. \u201cSignal the charge! Destroy what remains of the undead!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe has won us the day,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cBut at what cost?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n