Selina Von Auvergne

Selina Von Auvergne, the first child of the Count of Auvergne, stood tall and proud, her striking white hair flowing in the wind. At six feet tall, she was a formidable presence, clad in her custom-made platinum armor that gleamed in the sunlight, complemented by a flowing red cape that signified her noble lineage. Riding her majestic white horse, she led a contingent of knights, all loyal to the Count, who followed her with unwavering resolve. Selina was not just a noblewoman; she was a 4th Star Knight, a title earned through years of rigorous training and experience. Her strength was equivalent to that of several hundred soldiers, a testament to her dedication and skill.

The news of the demon attacks had sent shockwaves through the kingdom. Demons, once thought to be weak and disorganized after their defeat in the Great War a millennium ago, had resurfaced with a vengeance. Historically, demons had been a significant threat to humanity, their dark magic and brute strength causing devastation across the land. However, after a decisive battle a thousand years ago, they had retreated into the shadows, their numbers dwindling and their power diminished. The sudden resurgence of these creatures raised alarming questions: Why were they attacking villages now? Where had they gained such strength?

As Selina and her knights approached a village, they were met with a scene of utter devastation. Buildings lay in ruins, and the ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and death, and the cries of the wounded echoed in the distance. Selina clenched her jaw in anger, her eyes blazing with determination. She would not let these demons get away with their heinous crimes.

"We're late," Bardon, the Captain of the Auvergne Knight Order, remarked, his voice heavy with concern. A distinguished knight with a well-built frame and a prominent blonde mustache, Bardon had been Selina's mentor, teaching her the art of swordsmanship and instilling in her the values of honor and bravery.

"This is the third village," he continued, scanning the horizon. "They didn't go far. If we start marching again, we will reach them quickly."

Selina's heart raced with fury. "Everybody, march fast! We will exterminate these monsters!" Her voice rang out, filled with the fierce resolve of a warrior who had witnessed too much suffering.

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Tura was a peaceful village located next to forest. The villagers lived simple lives, tending to their crops and livestock, and going about their daily routines without a care in the world. But all of that changed one fateful day.

It started like any other day in Tura. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the villagers were going about their business. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of demons appeared in the village. They were tall, menacing creatures with sharp claws and glowing red eyes. The villagers were caught off guard, and chaos ensued.

The demons started attacking the villagers, their swords tearing through flesh and bone. Screams filled the air as the villagers tried to defend themselves, but they were no match for the powerful demons. The once peaceful village of Tura was now a battlefield, with blood and destruction everywhere.

A resident of this village who ran away with her 12-year-old son. Her husband is killed by demons. He was trying to buy enough time for them to escape.

As they ran, an arrow pierced the mother's chest, and she fell to the ground, gasping for breath. "mother!" Luke cried, rushing to her side, only to witness another arrow strike her face, splattering his small body with her blood. Paralyzed by fear, he was approached by a demon, its grotesque smile sending chills down his spine.

But just as the demon grabbed Luke's throat, a flash of silver cut through the air. Selina, having arrived just in time, severed the demon's head from its body, saving the boy from certain death. Luke fell to the ground, trembling and covered in blood, his wide eyes reflecting the horror he had just witnessed.

The demon's disfigured face lay beside him.

He screamed in fear.

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Selina quickly assessed the situation. The village was in ruins, but she had found the demons responsible for the attacks. With a fierce determination, she ordered her knights to prepare for battle. They mounted their horses and charged forward, Selina at the forefront, her powerful sword drawn. This weapon, a family heirloom, had been passed down through generations, imbued with the strength of her ancestors.

The battle was swift and brutal. Selina cut through the demons with precision, her sword cleaving through flesh and bone. A demon mage attempted to retaliate with fireballs, but Selina countered with a swift strike, destroying the creature and the house behind it in a single blow. The knights fought valiantly, and within thirty minutes, the demons lay defeated, their bodies scattered across the battlefield.

Selina observes everything around her.

Bardon approaches her.

Selina's mind raced. "We must send this news to the capital immediately."

"I understand," Bardon replied, his voice steady.

"Arrange for the dead villagers to be buried. Also, collect the bodies of these demons. I will take them with me." Selina's voice was firm, but her heart was heavy with the weight of the tragedy.

As Bardon set about his tasks, Selina stood amidst the ruins, her thoughts consumed by the implications of the demon attacks. She felt a chill run down her spine as she whispered a silent prayer, "Lord, help us."