Birth of a Legend

General Aquillus was surrounded by enemies on all sides, much like the other fire teams. He slaughtered thousands by himself, pushing himself to his maximum. He used nothing, but his skill with the glaive, all of his mana was being used to fuel his physical body. It was paramount that he did not run out of energy with so many enemies.

The remaining Vrean warriors were ragged; most only had one or two comrades by their side. They would often be fighting side by side only to find them killed in the very next breath.

There was nothing but the enemy in front of them. Surviving was all they had on their minds, and their next breath was not guaranteed.

General Aquillus shivered as he felt a powerful presence, and he looked around for allies.

It had been a thousand only a few minutes ago, not it was barely a hundred.

Suddenly, the war horns of Krodia bellowed, and the Blackguard arrived.

The Blackguard was an elite unit within the Krodian Army that was often tasked with protecting essential people. Their armor looked draconic, with a bright white dot on the forehead of their helmet to signify their devotion to the Krodian god of the cosmos.

General Aquillus rushed forward towards them, trying desperately for a way to escape with his men.

His blade clashed against there's, but it took five of them to block a single one of his blows. Their coordination was incredible, but they were too weak.

The ground shook, and General Aquillus mistook it for an explosion and continued battling the Blackguard.

It shook again, and this time he saw the Sun's ray being blotted out by something.

The very air seemed to quake, and this time he glanced up, only to be frozen in shock.

The sounds of battle stopped, and only a dozen Vreans remained. It wasn't that anyone had surrendered, and they were shocked.

Above them stood a Giant. His skin was grey, the face flat and featureless, except for a single, massive eye that took up half his face. His sword was the size of a barge, and he stood almost 500 meters (~1600ft) tall. His armor gleamed in the blocked sunlight, appearing as if he was a shadow of death before them. He stared down at the three armies, and they all felt like ants before a god.

The giant stood there for a second. Then it slowly and silently raised its sword and brought it plunging towards the Vrean soldiers.

No one moved. What could they do? General Aquillus himself was frozen in fear. Why was this happening? Had his God forsaken him? Why was the Flame doing this to them?

He snapped out of his fear at the last second and rushed toward the Giant. He turned into an afterimage as he exploded towards the figure, narrowly dodging.

He looked back, praying his men had met a swift and painless death.

...

A lone sun warrior survived the Giant's attack. He, too, had narrowly dodged but by going the opposite direction. Now, he stood alone, surrounded by the enemy. He breathed heavily, and the canyon walls seemed the bear down on him.

Rage grew in his heart. The Adal had betrayed them. Why?!

They never answered his question. As General Aquillus battled the Giant and the Blackguard, the lone warrior battled for survival. He fought harder than he thought possible and pushed his mana as far as possible.

He knew only killing, the scent of blood, the sight of viscera spilling from his enemies. His body began to ache, and the mana circuits in his body were collapsing from the strain. But he kept going.

He slaughtered dozens, then hundreds, but there were millions left.

Suddenly, the battlefield grew quiet. The Adal backed away from him, looking around frantically like a caged wild animal.

He spotted the Blackguard. He was surrounded by the Krodians and Adal now. He breathed heavily, looking up at the giant. The rest of the enemy backed away from him as a tall man dressed in black armor stood forward, his black eyes resting on the warrior.

They stared at each other for a few moments.

The man in black spoke: "I am Lord Belmore, and you are about to die, warrior. We've fed the blood of your god to a man and created Gilgamesh," He gestured towards the giant. "We've killed all your comrades and captured your general. I'm sure we killed all your friends, and we're going to kill you too. Do you wish to surrender? You'd be executed swiftly, I assure you."

The warrior was silent and chuckled for a second before going silent.

"How magnanimous." He said.

He sounded young, and Lord Belmore could see his green eyes through his helmet. His body was injured, with several arrows already in his armor, though he persisted.

"Why do you struggle so? It's clear what the outcome will be. You're going to die!"

"Better death than dishonor!" The warrior roared in anger.

Lord Belmore sighed. "What a shame. I would've enjoyed executing you."

Belmore's fear of the Vrea was no more, just like the accursed sun warriors, or they were about to be no more.

"I'll give you a glorious end then. Gilgamesh, crush him."

The warrior's eyes widened as he looked up at the Giant. That eye gazed back at him, and it remained motionless for a second before reaching down and picking a boulder up off the ground.

He slowly raised his hand above his head before whipping the boulder at him with incredible speed. As the boulder ripped through the air at him, time seemed to slow down for the young warrior.

'I'm about to die... Is this how it ends?' He pondered. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

'At least it'll be instant... instead of slow and agonizing.'

As he came to terms with death, he felt fear and rage leave him until he felt nothing.

"You'd go so gently into that goodnight, Guardsman?" A woman said.