As the smoke and dust settled, revealing the ruins of the once majestic castle, Artin and the maid caring for Aretrus emerged from the debris. They were among the few survivors, protected by an artifact Artin possessed that shielded them from the full brunt of the chaos unleashed by Ares.
Cough— Cough—
Artin coughed, his body shaken by the shock and disbelief of the sudden turn of events. In one moment, he had been commanding his troops with confidence, and in the next, the entire castle had been reduced to a graveyard of his well-trained Knights.
There was no trace of the shadow organization members who were supposed to provide backup, leaving Artin to deduce that they had likely met the same fate as his troops.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, my brothers!" Suddenly, Ares's voice rang out echoing through the desolate remains of the castle.
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