A man walking through thousands of corpses of his fallen soldiers with a banner where a white star pattern simmering with its glowing gold base, above it was written 'Glory to Lord Luminous Glory to Virelion' in purple.
"Huh~ THOSE DAMN DEMONS!! DARE TO AMBUSH US?!!! DID THEY REALLY ABANDONED THEY PRIDE!?! "
The man said as he take deep exhausting breaths.
The blades wounds recover on the spot but the damage is done his soldiers, brothers in war all has fought their final battle not in glory or justice but getting stab on the back with minimum chance of fight back.
...
But they fought to their last breath and strength.
Hailing the name of the their God, Lord Luminous.
The man as he walk through the corpses of both his soldiers and demons hoping to someone of his men to be alive or maybe breathing.
But instead, he sees a demon soldier weak, on the verge of death, with no will to fight.
But for the man seeing one of his soldiers murderer alive his.
His jaw tightened, in complete stillness his sword half drawn, his hands trembling as conflicting whether to take revenge or keep his teaching above and let this demon live.
He kicks the already weak demon asking one and only question, ' Who tell them our location? And why? '.
The weakened demon with no willpower to handle this beating he answered in his dying desperate voice, " GRAN... GRAND POPE OF THE 'GOLDEN SUN'. I... I DON'T KNOW NOTHING MORE. I... I AM NOTHING BUT A FOOT SOLDIER... LET ME LIVE. I BEG YOU. PLEASEEEEE!! ".
"I wish... I could let you live... But.. As a Captain of Paladins and a second son of the Virelion empire Virent Virelion.. You have to die for your sins. "
The man said in his heavy tired voice and he swing his sword and killing the demon in one strike.
"You are indeed worthy to be a hero. Virent. " An old voice said calmly, too calmly.
"As the Grand Pope and on behalf of Golden Sun, I will make you free from this suffering. "
"Wha-" Before Virent could utter a word his blood filling his mouth.
His felt warm on his chest. And then wet as well as hollow on his chest.
Then in last attempt to attack he turned but fall to his death as too much blood has been lost.
"Hoho~ He could be a great asset to have, isn't it. " An ancient looking man said
as if he is enjoyed that execution.
"I didn't expect you to come here. " Grand Pope said in calm voice yet tense.
"Why you come, Fateseeker? "
Smirk on his face, Fateseeker answered, "New era is starting... Old ones either die or lose their presence. "
Grand Pope eyes brighten in amusement knowing that.
"Lord Luminous bless this land... Tell me more, please." Grand Pope said in his calm but it could not hide his excitement.
"What should I call you. Grand Pope. Or... Vasto Lord.? " Fateseeker question. And then said.
" Well. Who cares, either way your death will be the true beginning of the new era. "
Grand Pope felt cold sweat.
"Really?...Who? " He asked his now tense.
"The ones who will change the fate of this warring continent 'Tharion'."
Fateseeker answered while gazing the sky above.