The gates of Elarion finally creaked open. Aris, leading a battalion of three thousand Holy Knights, rode out to meet the intruder. He expected a monster. He found a king.
Ren stood at the head of his army—a mixture of corrupted knights, shadow thieves, and abyssal monsters.
"Ren!" Aris screamed, his golden sword glowing with blinding light. "I should have cut your head off on that cliff!"
"You had your chance, Aris," Ren stepped forward, his Void Emperor aura clashing with Aris's "Holy" energy. The impact sent a shockwave that shattered the windows of the nearby houses.
They clashed. Gold against Purple. Light against Void. Aris was fast, but Ren was inevitable. Every time Aris struck, Ren absorbed the energy, growing stronger.
"Why... why won't you die?!" Aris gasped, his breath ragged.
"Because the Void has no end," Ren replied, kicking Aris through a stone wall. He didn't finish him. He wanted Aris to watch as his world burned.