Prince Ludiciel’s chest heaved as he fought, his sword a blur as he cut down another soldier. His muscles ached, and sweat dripped down his face. It seemed like there was no end to the soldiers and each one was stronger than a bull. He didn't know how it was possible but he knew that Prince Ron was behind everything. "Brother! Get up and fight! We need your help!" he shouted, turning to look at Zedekiel who was still on his knees.
Zedekiel didn't seem to hear him though. He remained on his knees, lost in a daze as he stared at Ron. He still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. Wasn't it just yesterday that they were kissing and saying the words 'I love you' to each other? What went wrong? What did he miss?
Prince Ludiciel’s frustration boiled over. With a roar, he shoved the soldier in front of him, sending the man stumbling backward before slashing his throat with a quick, brutal strike. Blood sprayed across the floor as he roared, "ZEDEKIEL!!!"