Kapitel 2: Prologue part 2
Metal clashed against metal. Blades against blades. Thousands of soldiers and demons fought with their lives on the line. Yet in the center of the battlefield was a mostly empty area. Roughly in the shape of a circle. Even throughout the chaotic battle there was an area that was deemed too dangerous to enter. This agreement was unspoken between the two opposing forces. Avoiding this area was out of necessity, for the real outcome of the battle would be determined there.
Riding a demonic monster a heavily armored Demon Lord watched the Hero Party through the slits of their helmet. Akiol pointed his blade, "It ends here Rue."
"As is stated by the prophecy.", Rue the Demon Lord dismounted the demonic beast.
Wielding a glaive Rue twirled it within a palm before taking a battle stance, "Let us end this!"
The battle was long, although only a force of a single individual Rue put up an incredible fight. Battling for several hours as the air began to taste metallic, even the sound of clashing metal was slowly dwindling.
Finally Akiol's sword pierced the Demon Lord. Falling to their knees the Demon Lord gripped the blade, "Well. . . done."
He couldn't muster the strength to pull the blade free. Instead falling back Akiol felt his legs fail to hold his weight. Arms shaking he helplessly called, "Yielya?"
"No chance, I'm out.", Yielya shook her head while limping forward with the priestess staff now turning into a cane.
"That's. . . alright."
Looking up at the sky he took a deep breath. The air was damp and still held the taste of metal. Ruined soil filled the gaps between his fingers, almost turning into mud from the blood. Before he could speak a light pierced through the clouds to illuminate the entire battlefield.
"Oh warriors! You have fought long and hard.", a multitude of voices spoke in unison.
Unable to cover his eyes from the light Akiol averted his gaze to examine his surroundings. Under the light the fighting came to an unnatural standstill. A moment frozen in time. The only ones to witness this bizarre experience was the Hero party themselves.
"You have fulfilled the prophecy beset onto you. Defeating the evil that plagues this world."
Wrock crossed his arms, scars that barely healed covering his body, "Is this our reward ceremony?"
"A congratulations is in order. However you mustn't stay in this world."
Very rapidly frowns formed on all members of the party. Still the light spoke, "Now that the absolute Evil has been defeated, the balance is now in favor of absolute Good. We must maintain the balance and because of this we shall send you away."
The party excluding Akiol looked among each other, stunned to their cores. They had risked their lives to defeat this Evil and now they're being shipped off? What was the meaning of this?
Looking towards Akiol they found he said nothing. No encouraging words to boost morale, no look of despair. A simple flat face devoid of any readable emotion. It was strange for him to act so uncaring. He spent his entire life from a young age to fulfill his role in this prophecy.
There wasn't time to converse about this. The bright light was only shining brighter. A feeling of warmth began to encompass them. Slowly they began to turn to light themselves. The voices continued as they disappeared, "However your deeds will not go unrewarded. For your efforts we leave you a fate twisting chance! May you live your lives peacefully in this new world."
Visions turned black and the entire Hero's party vanished from their world. Their names erased from its history, and the prophecy begins again.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein