"From darkness a hand And from light a voice, a morning dew into a river along the shores of universe.
Enters the Second Prince with his army of END.
The Eyes of Overseer blinded, The Eyes of Rapture long gone, lingers behind the Time.
First Prince's clash with his brother, the Eye of Eternity will shatter and so will hope.
~Signed- Elohim Kral"
"Wow! That's not ominous at all" said a shadow figure sitting by the campfire.
"I don't even why we took this job in first place! Look around ourselves Captain! OUR NUMBERS HAVE BEEN CUT IN HALF!"
shouted another sitting across the site.
"I'll repeat for the last time Mark, Calm... The Fuck... Down. One more scream from that filter mouth of yours and I WILL SHOVE YOUR FACE INTO THE FIRE!" Replied the man sitting a little further from the group barely visible from the flickering flames of the camp.
Silence fell under the moon lit sky, the group seemed ragged with tattered cloths with armour plates laying underneath. Twelve in number, eight sitting around the campfire closer than others, two near the man called 'Captain' and one all along atop a nearby tree looking away into the surrounding. One holding a piece of paper in one hand and a box in other breaking the eerie silence spoke.
"There is another piece of paper in here." Soft and gentle voice filled the surrounding and with sounds of fire flickering in background they continued to read from the paper.
"To fully utilize the power of the 'Concept' one needs to find thier Affinity and come to an understanding to its 'Philosophy'. To build one's system they need to acquire a 'Concept', whether by knowledge or having it passed down from somewhere. Then they need to fill the 'Concept' with most suitable 'Affinity' (Note: It does not matter whether the Affinity suits a person or not but it's best to apply the Affinity they are closest with for best results)and finally to advance, the 'Philosophy' of the person is crucial. Although what counts as a 'Philosophy' is still vague but to my understanding 'Philosophy' has to be the realization of one's own nature and somewhat.. maybe the understanding of thier 'Concept'. The governance of their 'Affinity' comes from...
That's all it says in here. I believe this 'Kral' person's page was ripped from a book, looking at its edges. While this other one is from a set of documents.
Well not that it matters..."
"Captain, I can see them again. They are coming from east" said the man sitting atop the tree cutting the other speaker in-between.
"And that's the direction of the town isn't it?"
"Mmhm.."
"Move out. We'll get the rest of rest in town now" ordered the Captian.
One stumped our the fire and smeered dirt over the campfire, teaming with two others and disappeared into the woods. While others also seemed to team up, forming smaller groups and moved out...
Minutes had passed, sounds of rattling came closer and closer to location when, "AHHHHH!!" A scream not too far away from the site.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!"A man rushed over with a lantern in his hand, a knife hanging from his side pocket and an axe in his other hand.
"AN ARROW FROM WHERE WE CAME" spoke the person, holding a dead body with a arrow sticking out its head.
A man in leather armour with a crossbow and sword rushed over, a towering figure among the new party that had arrived after the group of twelve people left. Looking the leader, leading this new group shouted "FUCK! THEY ARE GOING FOR THE TOWN, MOVE BACK! RETREAT!!"
Few meters away from the pursuing party.
"Keep moving we are only 21 Kilometers away. Ned.. Corbo.. ready to shoot." Said the captain as he and 3 others ran. Few meters ahead of them another three from the group and in similar formation others in party moved, ranging away from their pursuers.
"Captain, They are in range" said the fourth person running along the group of Captain.
"Ned, Corbo Shoot!" Ordered the Captain.
The two men stopped, turned around and fired. Two arrows flew, grazing leaves and a sound from behind "ahhh". Although seeming quite and with distance given, it would have been initially and a loud cry. As the cry reached the group of four another arrow was fire and another cry was heard.
"That's enough move!" Cried the Captain as four of them fled.
Around the place the cried came from, laid another dead body and two men holding thier legs, agonizing in pain as arrows had pierced thier thighs. Others in thier group slowly gathered around them.
"WE WILL LOSE THEM AT THIS RATE!!" shouted the well dressed man in shinning armour.
"WE can't leave these two here alone, they too will die."
"I'LL TAKE A GROUP AND PURSUE THEM MYSELF" the man continued to shouted
"Separating at this time is same as killing yourself, Stay Put. They are much more skilled then I thought. We cannot lose more men, we too are going back" ordered their Leader,taking out the arrow of the dead man's body.
"Fucking lucky bastards!"
Many minutes later, "We are at the main road now, let's move slowly. Groups of six and regroup at traven in morning by 8" as the group of twelve gathered, six detached again and went further ahead and rest followed.
Soon the group ahead reached inside the town and rest taking their time approached the Gate guards and entered as well.
"Mel, the Box keep it safe and Corbo tomorrow look for Intel on thos 'Elohim' guy..." the Captain looking at the members around him let out a sigh and continued " well... get some rest, we will see what to do tomorrow."