CHAPTER 13 : WILL

At the Western gate

, Captain Turner, battered and weary from the relentless onslaught, stood on the brink of collapse. Every movement was a struggle against the weight of exhaustion, and his breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain his footing amidst the chaos of battle.

Blood stained his armor, a testament to the fierce combat he had endured. His muscles screamed with fatigue, and every step felt like an insurmountable burden. Yet, despite his physical limitations, a flicker of determination remained in his eyes, a stubborn refusal to yield to the overwhelming odds.

With each passing moment, the strain of battle took its toll on Captain Turner, his body pushed to its limits by the relentless onslaught at the Western gate. Yet, even as he teetered on the edge of collapse, his resolve remained unbroken, a beacon of resilience in the face of adversity.

As the seven holy knights, Sir Karis, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Percival, Sir Tristan, Sir Bedivere, and Lady Guinevere, gathered together, they unleashed a potent surge of golden energy. The air crackled with power as the radiant aura enveloped them, casting a brilliant glow that illuminated the battlefield.

Captain Turner, witnessing the unfolding spectacle, felt a surge of terror grip his heart. With his last bit of strength, he shouted to his soldiers, "Soldiers, brace yourselves! Prepare the barrier!"

The soldiers, sensing the impending danger, hurriedly reinforced the barrier, their movements frantic yet determined. The golden energy emitted by the holy knights held a foreboding intensity, and the defenders knew that they faced a formidable adversary that threatened to overwhelm them with its sheer power.

As Lady Guinevere began to chant the incantation, her voice resonated with an otherworldly power, each word infused with ancient magic.

"O' radiant beacon, shine forth thy might,

In thy name, darkness take flight.

With armor forged in holy fire,

I stand against evil's dire.

By virtue's blade and faith's embrace,

I smite the shadows, bring forth grace."

The air around her shimmered with a radiant aura, and her form seemed to glow with divine light.

The spell reached its crescendo, and with a final invocation, a giant golden energy ball manifested before the seven holy knights. Its brilliance illuminated the battlefield, casting a dazzling glow that pierced through the darkness of the night.

With a resounding shout, the holy knights unleashed the energy ball, directing it towards the barrier with unwavering determination. The barrier strained against the force of the attack, its shimmering surface quivering under the immense pressure.

*Bzzzzziiiiinggg!* A resonant clash reverberates as the massive golden energy collides with the barrier, emitting a powerful and radiant sound that echoes through the air.

The defending soldiers, their strength waning and their resolve tested to its limits, struggled to maintain the barrier. Fatigue weighed heavily upon them, and despair threatened to consume their hearts as they faced the relentless assault.

Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, a flicker of hope remained. With gritted teeth and sweat-soaked brows, they stood firm, pouring every ounce of their remaining strength into bolstering the barrier. Their determination was a beacon of defiance amidst the chaos, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the darkest of moments.

*Creeeaaakkk.* A faint but ominous creaking sound emanates from the barrier as a small crack begins to form, signaling the imminent breach of its defenses.

As the golden energy ball neared the breaking point of the barrier, a sudden shift in the air rippled through the battlefield. With a bewildering swiftness, the massive golden energy vanished into thin air, leaving behind a stunned silence among the combatants.

Then, a voice resonated across the battlefield, imbued with an aura of authority and reassurance. "Looks like I reached on time," it declared.

All eyes turned towards the source of the voice to behold a man with black hair, standing amidst the chaos. His presence radiated a sense of calm amidst the turmoil, and an air of mystery surrounded him as he surveyed the scene before him.

Pov of captain

As the seven holy knights began to weave their spell, a surge of fear gripped me like a vice. The magnitude of their power was overwhelming, and I felt my resolve falter in the face of their formidable magic. With the last vestiges of strength coursing through my weary limbs, I rallied my soldiers with a trembling voice, "Soldiers, brace yourselves! Prepare the barrier!"

Every fiber of my being screamed with terror as I watched the impending onslaught unfold. The weight of responsibility bore down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit beneath its relentless burden. Yet, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, I clung desperately to the flicker of hope that remained, knowing that the fate of my comrades and the outcome of the battle rested upon our shoulders.

As the massive golden energy surged towards our barrier, despair threatened to consume us. I could see the fear in the eyes of my soldiers, their will to fight waning as the barrier began to buckle under the relentless assault. My own hope dwindled as I watched the inevitable collapse draw near, resigned to our seemingly inevitable fate.

But then, just as the golden energy was poised to shatter our defenses, it vanished into thin air, leaving us stunned and bewildered. A voice, commanding and enigmatic, pierced through the chaos, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.

Turning towards the source of the voice, I beheld a man with black hair, his presence radiating an aura of strength and determination. Despite the weariness that weighed heavily upon me, a spark of renewed hope ignited within my heart, spurred on by the arrival of this mysterious figure.

TO BE CONTINUED