THE FALLEN

Sir Bellahm was currently running on top of the giant pipe. He and a couple of other knights were expected to make contact with the knights and children who had attempted to pass through the underground tunnels.

Abominations littered the surface of the tunnel. Every now and again they would leap out from below baring their hideous fangs. 

Bellahm and his men however were sufficient in handling them, their Wills weren't completely replenished but they had enough to throw around simple spells.

The noble knight in particular was now a torrent of death reaping lives with the destructive capabilities of his Celestial natures. 

Oftentimes, a knight could only possess one Celestial nature allowing them access to spells of only that nature. But then there were the outliers, Knights with more than one nature.

It wasn't too strange, often time the higher ranking the knight was the more Nature ms he could control. The most common being two and very rarely three. 

Faux however could only use one.

There was another class of knights though. That had taken mastery of all their natures to another level, so much so that they were able to intricately combine their natures to form something entirely new.

Bellahm was one of such knights, he had the wind nature and fire nature. Separately these natures could be used to wreak havoc on entire battlefields. But after combining them he was able to create a new nature– combustion.

The air rippled as another explosion went off, blowing a terror to bits. As its innards burst open spreading in all directions, Bellahm cut through the mist made of blood with his saber. 

His cuts were deathly and precise as expected from a seasoned swordsman. 

All it took was a single tap from his blade and the terrors got blown to bits. 

It looked simple enough, but the mental and physical aptitude needed to repeatedly control mild explosions was intense as expected of a noble.

His muscles were under constant strain even his superhuman physique couldn't endure it for too long. That was why he hardly ran out of Will, his combustions were something he used at certain intervals. 

So he switched to pure swordplay, his speciality.

Knights were proficient in all sorts of combat and weaponry. Some families specialized in one, most focused solely on their spells. 

Bellahm was born into a mix of both. His swordsmanship had been engraved in him from birth. Just like every other noble family. 

Now he was grown and was responsible for transferring his knowledge to students to strengthen humanities forces.

The knights around him weren't any less impressive although known to belong to a noble family, they were still government agents each of them a seasoned knight. 

Clashing with a bunch of terrors wasn't anything special. What made everything so bizarre was the circumstances they were in. 

Not only were they fighting on a floating tunnel, but they were also being attacked by what could only be identified as terrorists—enemies of the government.

Which didn't make much sense, because who exactly could ever want to war with the government?

The current government– Genesis, was basically the last bastion of human civilization, every Major clan, noble family and even the nomads were cool with them. 

After all, they were the only thing incorruptible by power, no matter whether the person– knight or not was able to serve the world for the greater good, what could be more heroic than that? 

It wasn't like they hadn't met with terrorists, it was just that those ones get snuffed out long before they could do any harm. 

These ones have successfully levelled a strategic building and so much more, they were quick, cruel and effective. 

'We'll catch them still.'

Bellahm thought to himself as he came to a stop. 

"There should be none below."

A knight said from beside him. The next moment Bellahm had called on his Will, and what followed after was a deafening bang.

Soon a small hole appeared on the tunnel ceiling, pried open like a sardine tin. 

They hopped in and progressed to dash through the tunnels.

The stench of blood permeated the air, with the gnashes that covered the wall it was obvious that a scuffle had taken place here.

The children were with a couple of knights though so Bellahm wasn't too worried, and besides…

'That kid was probably here too.'

He was the sole reason Vlad had left his clan's island, in order to prepare him for his first event.

Soon the group spotted corpses, mangled and torn to bits. 

There were some knights too, their eyes wide open in dread. 

Something soon caught their attention.

"Sounds like fighting."

One of the knights beside him said. So they picked up their speed. The deeper they went the more screams filled the air until not even a whimper could be heard. 

The eerie silence was accompanied by corpses, tons and tons of corpses, like a morbid carpet sewn from mangled limbs and innards.

Some of the younger knights could barely hold in their disgust, the stench was more than repulsive. 

They found the children soon huddled up in a corner, with their assistant Dean holding onto them. The knights were up on their feet circling the children with their blades still drawn. There were about 4 of them left, their armour nothing more than scrap metal, and fear seething in their eyes as they stood between the children and a single child.

They had their blades raised at a young boy– a very peculiar one. 

He was 13 maybe 14, standing directly opposite the children, soaked from head to toe with blood. 

What was stranger were the magnificent white wings protruding from his back. Its once flawless white feathers are now stained with blood. 

'Now their fear made much more sense.'

Bellahm thought as he tried to suppress a smirk, witnessing the boy kill abominations wasn't an easy thing to stomach, illborns could be cruel to abominations.

Still, he wouldn't hurt any of the kids, he was far too sweet for that. 

Just then the boy turned and, with a faint smile waved at the approaching knights. 

"Liam the fallen."

Bellahm muttered.