(A/N: We're flashing backward in time.)
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Right after the souls of the Eternal Drakkens were taken…
The masked man stood below the great, summoned Undead creature in Corinthian armour, a world plough, a Death Knight, embellished by its shadow. Greenish-black Undeath energy exploded from his outline and twisted violently as though to shield him from the eyes of the onlookers – a force consisting of Unlimited Stars, Stark Troops, the Five House Heads of Pelia, and several hundred combatants from Pelian Families.
For the moment, Rias didn't concern himself with them. It was rather degrading that he had been diminished to his battered state by a single mortal, and he had to admit that in his fight against Kintar, he had indeed lost.
But there was a rhyme and a reason for all things.
