Two streaks of light clashed. One had a shade of white light, while the other was pitch-black nothingness that devoured everything around it.
"Brothers! We were brothers! But you joined those wicked Gods!" The shadowspawn screamed with its guttural voice.
Orion remained silent, but his eyes showed the truth.
The two of them clashed with the intent to kill. Both of them are dodging each other's attacks, but minor wounds started to appear on their bodies.
Orion took a step back from the razor-sharp talons coming for his throat, before a vast shadow came over him.
The dragon roared with anger, spewing black flames that vaporised the white sand below them.
"You are treacherous as always, brother." Orion spoke as his sword glowed with a sharp intent, and then he swung it in a wide arc.
-swish!
Instantly, the black flames were extinguished. The mad shadow leapt toward him again, the sound of his movement audible.
"Treacherous? That's what has kept me alive all this time, but what about you? Your greed made you bite the hand that fed you. At least my father had abandoned me, but what about you? You bloody bastard!" It said while rushing toward Orion.
Orion flashed his blade as he moved towards the shadowspawn, ignoring the dragon that was coming towards him.
"Let's end this ill-fate, brother..." Orion muttered before the two of them clashed with a power that roared on the entire battlefield.
***
Wren was fighting an awakened beast. His movements were refined, but his sword left destruction in its wake.
Both for him and the nightmare creatures.
The more he moved, the harder it became for him to breathe. Each attack was aiming to kill the awakened beast, and for a dormant like him, it was nearly impossible.
But he was doing it because he had to survive. The number of the corrupted legion was dwindling; however, as soon as the creatures died, they rose back as undead, like the one he was fighting.
These undead will not stop until they are beheaded.
As long as the Fallen remains, the legion will never stop. And even though everyone knew it, no one was able to reach it.
Except for him.
Yes, his army was composed of dormants, but each one of them was supposedly stronger than him. Enough to take on awakened creatures, far better than him.
And that was what made him the best option, because he was weak, because he was frail.
The fallen was intelligent, but also arrogant.
As the undead before him, he moved forward. The thing will rise in a matter of seconds before attacking someone else.
'I have to reach to it, but can I kill it?' Even with this doubt, he still moved forward. More and more undead and awakened creatures rushed towards him; some lost their way to the humans in between, but not everyone.
He raised his sword again, the teal blade moved, cutting flesh and bones alike. It was like a dance of death.
Wren finished the mindless monster, but his body was also on the verge of breaking down. He could move, but it wasn't fast enough.
He felt his hands become numb; even the weight of his sword seemed heavy to him. What a pitiful sight it was, he... he was perhaps the most confident person about facing his first nightmare, but here he was...
Dying.
But even then, his will to live hadn't diminished. Continuous fighting, it will only exhaust whatever stamina he was left with.
What he needed right now was one thing. A scapegoat that will sacrifice itself and open the path for him.
Looking at the battlefield, he could see only one person who matched his first requirement.
"She will suffice...." He muttered as he watched the spearwoman, whom he had met a few hours ago.
He needed a chance to reach her and then be carried by her in this battle.
But then, a huge explosion took place, which was not far away from here, and the shockwaves from the explosion had a devastating effect here.
Before he knew, Wren was thrown miles back due to the shockwaves, and the same was for the others.
The pristine white sand erupted, sending a wave that blinded every human. As the dust settled, a hand erupted from the sand.
Wren rose from the sand, before violently coughing. Blood came out of his mouth as he felt a sharp pain in his left arm.
It was broken.
The bones of his left arm were entirely shattered, and it was bleeding heavily from the pieces of his bones that had pierced through his skin. As he tried to stand up, the pain erupted from his arm to his back and his left leg.
His left leg was broken too.
Limping, he moved away from his spot. The battle was going to begin again. This time, however, his side will be the one that will face disadvantage. Undead don't feel pain, and they don't get exhausted, unlike them.
The nightmare creatures were coming towards him, and he...
He had no choice, but to fight.
Raising his teal blade again, he was ready.
Ready to fight... ready to die.
But then, runes appeared in front of his face.
The runes read:
[One of the gods is looking at you.]
[The God of Abyss allows you to use the attribute [??? of Darkness].]
[The attribute [Prince of Darkness] reveals its true name.]
[Darkness is looking at their prince.]
Under his wide eyes, darkness started to slither its way towards him. As it reached his body, the pain from the broken bones disappeared, his bleeding stopped, and he felt an immense power residing in his body.
A grin appeared on his face.
This was enough.
To kill the fallen.
He looked at the mindless, dead nightmare creatures. Pulling his leg a little behind, and lowering himself, he dashed at an immense speed that was unfamiliar from before.
In a moment, he was upon the dead nightmare creatures. One of them, whose body resembled that of a wolf, lunged towards him, but what came for it was a single sword slash that beheaded it without any resistance.
Just like that, the undead fell.
"That's one down." He said while looking at the approaching dead creatures. Before, he could only stop them for a few moments, but now he can put these things down forever.
Like a flash, he shifted his form and kicked one of the undead away before slashing the other one. Two more heads fell, and one more followed the two.
Killing the undead was easier than dealing with the alive nightmare creatures, who could use what little intelligence they possessed.
Although this sudden burst of power was helpful, it also brought more dangers, like unwanted attention from the fallen who were leading the nightmare creatures and the undead.
However, this wasn't it all, as the smell of souls also attracted beings from the vast desert.
Like...
A Cursed-ranked nightmare creature.
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Am I going hardcore on Wren? I wonder.