Chapter 46: The Final Hour Part 1

It was time with Buer, Bael, Floyd and Duth standing at the forefront of their forces. 

The templar began to take strides towards them. Taking in the fallen Garlen, the smell of blood and the undead army that is in less quantity. They had some challenges, but he assured himself that his army could overcome them.

When they were just a few meters away, when both armies began to march, there was no room for loss. It was all or nothing

The templar cracked his neck, divine might roaring around him as four strong dark beings stood against him.

The first was a man in white, a devilish Victorian style with only the silver hair and chain of a watch to give him any more color. Buer gripped his cane tapping it as the air warped!

The second a man draped in a deep red partial cloak, armor along his shoulder pads and from neck to toe a black leather with chainmail. Bael clenched his fist, a vampiric aura condensing around him!