Fall of the Knights of Light
Screams filled the air.
Shadows engulfed the Estalian army like a black wave that devoured everything. Knights in holy armor tried to fight back, swinging their swords and casting divine light, but it was not enough.
The darkness was not just shadows. It was alive. It breathed.
Faceless demonic creatures emerged from it, grabbing the knights' bodies and dragging them into the void. The sound of ripping metal, the screams of despair, and the whistling of swords mixed into a symphony of death.
In the midst of the chaos, Alexander Vael stood tall.
He was a light in the night. His holy aura burned brightly, holding back the attacks of the shadows that tried to grab him.
"Defense formation! Don't let them separate us!" he shouted.
The knights gathered, forming a protective circle. They chanted holy spells, creating a barrier of light that held back the demonic tide.
But they didn't realize one thing.
Their enemy was not just shadows.
He was there.
He was watching.
And he was waiting.
From the Clifftop
Reed stood on a boulder, looking out over the ravaged battlefield.
His eyes glowed a dark purple, filled with the power of darkness that coursed through his body.
All around him, his elite demon and goblin troops crouched, awaiting orders.
Shia stood beside him, her curved sword drawn. Her yellow eyes shone sharply in the moonlight hidden by the mist.
"Alexander still holds," she murmured.
Reed did not answer. He simply stared at the knight, his lips curling into a cold smile.
"He is strong indeed. But today, he will fall."
He raised his right hand.
In an instant, a black mist thickened, covering the entire valley.
And within that mist, true horror was born.
From the shadows, faceless creatures began to move swiftly, circling the knights' formation.
One of the knights swung his sword, slashing toward them—but before his blade could touch flesh, the figure vanished.
Then… something ripped through his chest from behind.
Blood gushed.
The death screams rang out again.
Another knight tried to shield himself with a holy shield, but the shadows passed through his defenses like nothing.
His body was grabbed, pulled into darkness.
Alexander watched it all with a clenched jaw.
He knew.
This was no ordinary war.
This was a massacre.
"Fear not! God bless us!" he shouted, raising his holy sword high.
The holy light spread, banishing some of the shadows…
But only temporarily.
Because in the end, darkness always returns.
And this time, it brought something more terrifying.
Someone stepped out of the mist.
The figure was tall, wearing a flowing black robe.
His eyes shone like fiery purple gems.
He carried no sword.
He wore no armor.
But everyone who saw him knew who he was.
Reed stepped forward, challenging Alexander directly.
"You seek light against darkness, knight?" his voice echoed through the air.
Alexander stared at him intently.
"I will end your reign of terror today, demon!"
Reed smiled faintly.
"Try it."
In an instant, their battle began.
Alexander's holy sword flashed, slashing towards Reed at incredible speed.
But before the sword could touch him… Reed's body turned into a shadow.
He disappeared.
Alexander was shocked. His eyes searched—
Then, a shadow suddenly appeared behind him!
Reed swung his hand, and from the darkness, a demonic claw formed, striking the knight's back hard.
Alexander was thrown to the ground, blood spurting from his back.
He gritted his teeth, getting back up.
"It's not that easy!"
He leaped forward, slashing with a blazing holy light.
Reed raised one hand.
From the ground, shadowy hands appeared, blocking Alexander's sword slash before it reached his body.
Then, a heavy blow hit Alexander's stomach.
Blood poured out of his mouth.
He was thrown back.
Reed stared at him, his eyes still dark.
"You are too slow, knight. Light will never triumph over shadow."
Alexander gasped, trying to stand.
But this time, he knew.
He had made a terrible mistake.
And death awaited.