And there it was
Three kinds of screams filled the air:
"The screams of dying warriors: the last breath of those who die senselessly."
"The screams of kings: laughter mixed with pleasure, rejoicing in the massacre."
"The screams of the crowd: joyful delight, as if the massacre were a performance written for their entertainment."
They were having fun.
Yes,The blood of the warriors was their entertainment.
They moved like puppets...
Their bodies no longer obeyed them,Black seals were carved on their backs—Magical shackles,
turning them into obedient tools in the hands of their masters,strike, kill, advance...It was as if their souls had departed long ago,leaving empty shells guided by command.
And after hours of slaughter...After the ground between the two kingdoms had turned a deep, dark red, After the screams of men had mingled with the scent of blood,
Prince "Julius" entered the heart of the battlefield,His face was tired, but his smile did not falter, The other king laughed...The laughter of one who had killed enough to feel satisfied, A laugh untouched by defeat.
As for the battlefield... It became a silent scene of death.
The enemy battalion was completely destroyed.
From Julius's side,
Only three units remained:
The Archers Battalion, The King,!
and The Damon Battalion
Who stood among the corpses, his sword dripping with the blood of the pawns.
They all looked just like him.
Then...
In the silence that followed the massacre,in that moment after all life bled out,
Damon raised his voice,
and delivered a speech... not to anyone in particular,
but to everyone, and to history itself:
"Kings... nobles... spectators in your golden seats..."
Did you enjoy it?
Did you cheer when you saw a man die calling for his mother?
Did you laugh when our bodies were torn apart for your ridiculous game of chess?
I... I thought I was a soldier.
But I was just a pawn, driven by illusions of power, and the entertainment of thrones.
My comrades died for nothing...Smith died thinking he was protecting his kingdom,
But in reality...He was a sacrifice in a merciless sadistic theater.
Don't ask me about victory...There is no victory in a massacre.
Only a curse will haunt you.
Screams will tear through your sleep.
The eyes of the dead will stare back at you in the mirror.
You lost today, even if you're still alive.
As for us...
We have gained one thing:
The truth.
The mask has fallen.
And with it, the illusions of glory and honor.
Today, I understand that my enemies are not before me,But those who forge our swords and command us to fight...while they sit back and laugh.
"But we will not be killed twice."
And those of us who are left breathing will carry the truth like a sword.