Death Toll

Chase slashed downward, marking the start of the battle as two unstoppable forces clashed into each other with a drowning might.

Screams had already begun to echo throughout the vast valley.

Blood stained the snow, as Chase easily took out the leg of an oncoming Frostfang soldier.

Sidestepping around one of the frontline shields, he drew his topaz dagger in his offhand as he struck the back of a soldier with the dagger.

Looking down at the man, he watched as the beautiful morning sun had only momentarily reflected in the once cleaned topaz dagger.

But now, the blade had been stained in crimson liquid.

'Damn it all...'

He lowered himself into a backwards bend, narrowly avoiding the large axe that had nearly taken his head off.

The creature was no doubt an orc, that of much similar origin of the thing that had almost taken his life in the comfort of his own bedroom two years ago.

Chase jumped into the air, with flames dancing across his back like a pair of wings.

Landing on the lower arm of the towering orc, he began to spring up the creature's greenish limbs.

With a mighty roar, Chase slashed upward, as the head of the creature followed suit.

Before he could even hear the thud of the decapitated monster, he had already marked his next target.

Dodging through multiple different attacks and soldiers, he swerved underneath a fired arrow and delivered a brutal strike to the stomach of one of the larger soldiers in the midlines of the opposing army.

Barely getting a chance to take it all in, Chase felt a sword blow land against the elbow padding of his armor.

"SON OF A-"

Chase turned as quick as possible, and cut the eyes of the man that had taken a cheap shot at him.

Before he could react, he felt another blow hit his back knee, causing it to buckle under the weight of the attack.

Finally as he hit the crimson stained snow and dirt, he got to take everything in for a short second.

He realized just how pointless all of this was.

And to be entirely honest, he hadn't even cared to ask the true intentions of the war between the four great kingdoms.

Soldiers fell before more could enter the fray, and some were killed in terrible ways.

Some had been trampled by the onslaught of hundreds of soldiers, and others had been completely overwhelmed before they could even attack.

Limbs fell from the already dead bodies of both allies and enemies alike.

Chase felt a giant boot crush his back, as he tried to lift himself back up.

Then a giant scythe of ice slashed through the air, leaving a whimsical trail of blood in the air.

"Get up!"

Michael yelled, as he maneuvered between countless attacks.

His armor had been slightly changed from the last time they had been in a battle as well.

He now wore an entire set of ice forged armor, with bountiful engravings stretching across the plated pieces.

Chase grabbed Michael's hand as a clearing had finally been made.

The two took a short moment, and gazed around.

"This is hell..."

Michael muttered.

"Were a little high up for this to be hell."

Chase grinned at his own stupid joke.

"At least one of us still has a sense of humor."

Chase frowned behind the mask.

"Have you found him yet?"

Michael asked, as he knocked an arrow out of the air before it could hit either of them.

"No... But I have a feeling that the armies will know when I find The Wendigo."

Michael nodded.

"Then go... My place is among our soldiers, trying to keep as many of these fools as alive as possible..."

Chase nodded, feeling his flames surge through his veins.

Ducking underneath a clash of two mighty opposing soldiers and their giant great swords, he propelled himself forward.

As he swiftly crossed the entirety of the southern army, it wasn't until around noon before he finally spotted his target.

The Wendigo stood mighty, breaking soldiers left and right.

His power was still quite unbelievable, even to the likes of Chase, but that would not stop him.

He pushed forward, shoving aside both allies and enemies.

His destiny awaited him, just as it did the countless other soldiers of the southern army.

"SAZIR!"

He tried to scream through the countless others, but it was drowned out by the battle that brought some younger soldiers of both sides to just fall to their knees and let the war consume them.

Then he was shoved to the ground, losing the sight of his target.

A young soldier with a spear, was standing above him.

Before Chase could react, the spear plummeted down toward Chase's chest.

'Shi-'

Then a mighty Warhammer struck the boy in the chest, sending him flying at least ten meters in the opposite direction.

"Go!"

Gemini yelled, as the ground around him shook from some unseen force.

Chase did not hesitate, he pushed himself up and used Axis Twitch to launch himself into the direction of Sazir, but it was almost like the closer he got, the further that he had to go.

Then he felt a strange tug at his chest, as he looked down to see the strange vial that Dorian had given him as a reward for defeating the Imperial...

'No way...'