Translator: BaeBae Editor: BaeBae
The emperorâs flame was burning brighter than ever.
Knowing that time wasnât on his side, he was planning to do the most harm he could.
Ethanâs body expanded, as if the flame was engulfing his body.
It looked as if Ethan was now controlling fire instead of a sword. By now, the emperorâs flame was torching half his head.
His hair had long gone due to the heat.
Lars was certain Ethan would soon turn into a pile of dust.
The flames crackled and brushed against his darkness.
At that precise moment, Lars felt a strange presence. Before he could notice who it was, the darkness surrounding him expanded. He was shocked.
âNigrato!â
The emperorâs flame was further harming the seal that Lars made to contain Nigrato.
Nigratoâs power that was released immediately engulfed Lars. Lars couldnât help but use every bit of power within him to stop Nigrato.
From outside, Lars only briefly stumbled. But for someone like Ethan, he didnât miss the opportunity.
âLars Raude!â
Ethanâs sword that had been molted in the boiling heat, did not show any mercy. His sword expertly pierced through Larsâs central body. A breaking sound broke out, and the indeterminate polyhydron shattered into pieces.
Anya screamed.
âNoooo!â
The flames overwhelmed the darkness and burned brightly.
*****
âLars Raude!â
Lars turned his head. He was standing on the hillside of a dried white mountain. An old white haired man stood in front, looking at him with hatred and disgust.
Noticing the hostility towards him by the man, Lars readied his sword to protect himself. The hand used to lift the sword was full of skin and flesh.
â? Ah. From back then.â
He remembered. It was the first day when the Hugin knights had been ambushed by the White crow knights.
In retreat, Lars divided his knights into two groups. Ten lifelong friends of his that had been appointed as knights personally by the emperor alongside him, died that day.
Their sacrifices allowed the rest of the Hugin knights to run away intact.
During the escape, there was one knight that chased him, right till the end.
It was the founding commander of the White crow knights.
He had been a member of the emperorâs royal guard.
After the emperorâs assasination, the royal guard was humiliated to the point of misery.
The commander of the royal guards was executed for conspiring with the assasination and except for a few, the rest of the royal guard members dispersed into the outer lands.
The ones that survived chose every means possible to get their traitorous names lifted from dishonorment. They desperately searched for the remaining few like Hugin knights that were branded as traitors.
Lars was their main target. Theyâd turned deaf ears at Larsâs attempt to explain, which Lars didnât blame.
Heâd already forgotten their names. They were long dead.
On that day, Lars killed him and avenged his friends. Even in his last moments, he stabbed a sword through Larsâs chest and smiled till his final breath.
Lars couldnât forget the white smile.
âLars Raude!â
He turned his head. A blade was fast approaching him. Lars just managed to deflect it away.
His hand that held his sword was made of bones.
The female knight stabbed him repeatedly.
Lars could remember when this scene had happened. The injury that the founding commander of the White crow knights made, was eating away at his body.
Right now, the Hugin knights were weaker than ever. For all his fellow dead knights that, Lars couldnât give up now.
He absorbed the essence of Nigrato. A god of death that was basically his oldest enemy.
And so, he became its embodiment.
âDid you finally give up on being human, Lars!â
The female knight ferociously stabbed her spear at him. Lars dodges it with a hairâs breadth.
He soon remembered who his opponent was. A female knight that had been appointed about the same time he did.
Lars attended classes with her, and received training together. Heâd been on the battlefield with their backs to each other as well.
Her flaming red hair was replaced with hair ever so white.
Seeing the faces of his old comrades, seeing her expression filled with hatred and betrayal, Lars thought that heâd grown too old.
He felt as if heâd aged a 100 years.
He couldnât remember her name. She was already dead.
Lars beheaded the White crow knights second ever commander. Though her head was cut off, she was still glaring at Lars. Lars didnât avoid her gaze. Even if heâd hated it, he watched her gaping mouth open and close till the end.
Traitor.
Her last word festered deep in his heart. It was more deadly than any other blade that had been swung at him.
âLars Raude!â
The third shout.
Seeing the flaming sword wretched deep in him, he wondered from when this scene had occurred.
Anyaâs screeching scream and Dilmondâs groan.
He realised that heâd returned to the present.
âGet that bastard off!â
While spewing blood, Dilmond shouted but there was no one that could get close to Lars or Ethan.
The moment Larsâs chest was stabbed with Ethanâs sword, a tremendous gust of wind was blowing. It was hard to even keep oneâs eyes open.
It felt as if everyoneâs bodies were being cut from the knife like sharp wind. Ethan, being the closest from the source, was being cut up from the wind.
âLaaarrrs!â
Ethan didnât let go of his sword and inserted it more deeper into Larsâs chest. Lars looked down at Ethan. Though a commander, he was a child in his eyes.
This young knight hadnât even seen the emperor. Never received an order, nor fought alongside him. However, he didnât think that his belief and loyalty was in any way lesser than his.
ââ¦â¦â¦â
When did it start to go so wrong.
Who was truly crazy in this world.
His mind and his physical body had been broken for a long time.
Before he would finally break, he gave it his last attempt at assassinating Vares Valte but had failed to do even that.
Since then, Lars did nothing but manage to keep his sanity.
âSo. This is far as I go.â
Lars felt an aura of death rising from inside him.
He could feel Nigratoâs madness and his laugh. It was now impossible to suppress him any longer. The emperorâs flame spread onto Larsâs body.
But then, a darkness more greater than the flame enveloped him.
Ethan opened his eyes wide at seeing a darkness engulf the area around him. It was the last thing he saw.
In an instant, Nigratoâs aura took control over Larsâs body.
Lars recalled the previous commanders of the White crow knights that heâd slain. It happened a long time ago but for some reason, it didnât feel like so.
This was the present linked into one.
The third hammer strike to break Lars for good.
*****
Suddenly, from the middle of the battle, darkness soared.
The cloud of darkness that appeared instantly, blackened the sky, devouring any sunlight.
Juan stood still and watched.
The darkness grew like an endless tree. Crows began to caw and dance in circles.
Many crows gathered as if they sensed an oncoming battle.
But it wasnât just crows that had sensed it. All of Hiveden could feel it. Feel death encroaching ever closer.
Juan could smell the desert inside the gust of wind blowing.
Smell of death.
Smell of wasteland where nothing would grow.
He knew what this meant. Tears trickled down his cheeks.
âLars.â
*****
How long had it been since these lands last saw a god.
Even if everyone in Hiveden was accounted for, there would only be a handful that would have been alive to have seen a god.
Long before the emperor had died, gods had been chased out of the empire, and the emperor had fought against the ones beyond the border.
Even Dilmond, who had experience fighting against an army sent by gods, could help but be surprised at seeing something in front of his eyes for the first time.
A black darkness enveloped them.
Amidst the darkness, they were able to sense that something was wrong due to the sense of smell. Hugin knights and Paladins could all smell a barren wasteland.
âAnnabelle!â
Dilmond desperately called out to Anya.
Anyaâs voice couldnât be heard.
Having seen Lars fall, likely she was shocked and unable to move.
Dilmond decided to weigh up his options. He also was in shock but as one of the leaders of the Hugin knights, he had prepared for this moment.
âDilmond nim!â
One knight that heard him call out, approached him.
Among the wind and darkness, the best they could do is confirm each otherâs identities. The knight expression was of relief on seeing Dilmondâs face.
âHere you are! Whatâs the situation like sir? What happened to Lars nim?â
âLars nimâ¦â¦.â
Dilmond found it difficult to say the next words.
But seeing the situation unfold, he knew one thing. Nigrato, the God of death that had been sealed inside Larsâs innerself, had been released.
As Dilmond hesitated to answer, the knight looked somewhere else. Where he looked, an undead knight was calmly standing still.
âDilmond nim, I can see our sunbae nim. I think itâs Karl sunbae, we should regroup with himâ¦â¦.â
Before Dilmond could reply, the knight approached the undead knight.
The undead knight turned its head at him. Thud. A heavy step echoed.
Dilmond recalled a memory from long ago.
It was when heâd been appointed as a knight and was sent south to fight against necromancers.
âNo!â
Dilmond realised the danger and quickly shouted. But, before heâd even stopped shouting, the Hugin knightâs skull was broken in two from the undead knightâs strike.
His face cut in half contained an expression of disbelief. The undead knight was no longer emitting blue flames in its skull.
Only endless darkness was coming out of its skull and bones.
Beyond the darkness, the sound of screams were heard. It was unclear whether the screams belonged to allies or enemies.
Ruthless and solitude deaths were reaching everyone. The only thing that helped in this situation was the sound of voices.
âEveryone, find a human! I donât care if youâve just been fighting them. Find those that are still alive!â
The undead knights calmly looked towards the voice then walked off. Where it was going, what it was thinking, none of it was of concern for now.
Dilmond could only think of trying to save as many human lives as possible.
âDonât attack any Paladins! The undead arenât friendly anymore! Staying alive is the number one priority now!â
It would have been easy to ask Ethan for help if heâd been alive. But, along with Lars, Ethan had perished into the darkness. Dilmond judged that he wouldnât have survived.
Then, the knight that had his skull split in two moved. Dilmond wasnât so daft to cling to hope that maybe heâd survived.
The knight stood up, spilling his brains through the gap in his skull and growling an unrecognizable sound.
Dilmond raised his shield and hammer. It was heavy. Heâd lost too much blood.
âI wonder how long we can hold forâ¦.â
Dilmond bitterly smiled. Hold? What was the point?
He was against a resurrected god.
Before the emperor, all races were but insects to the gods.
Now, the emperor was dead and his descendants scattered across the empire.
Would anyone survive. In this burnt black shithole.