After many years of darkness, a supposed chosen one has risen , he must create a great army to destroy the great darkness that haunts the land. Agathania will be free again but at what cost..
"They're all dead!" yelled a wounded knight-captain as he ran through the city gates,closing them behind him. His armor glistened with the blood of his fallen comrades.
"Dead? The entire legion gone? How could this be?" questioned the commander.
As soon as he opened his mouth he was snatched up into the sky , soon a murky fog engulfed the courtyard. At first sight of the fog the commander shouted for his men to form schiltron formation and to prepare themselves for whatever that lurks in the fog.
eerie sounds crackled through the court yard , three of the men suddenly went insane and attacked their near by man , biting and clawing at them, and ran into the fog, then it went silent. Soon the the fog erupted with screams of terror and then it fell silent once again. The sound of bones being ripped from flesh could be heard in the distance. The fog turned blood red , it became thicker and slowly inched forward to the commander and his men.
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The commander gave one good look at his men and saw looks of horror among-st his ranks. But he did not falter he knew what he must do. Without hesitation he walked into the mist to buy time for the rest to escape the thick fog. Seeing their leader disappear into the fog , they bolted towards the upper levels .
While running many of them were tripped and dragged deep into the fog where their screams can be heard all the way in the kings throne room.
"HELP ME GET BACK UP , I CAN STILL MAKE IT" pleaded one of the soldiers to another as he grabbed onto his leg
" GET OFF ME, ITS TO LATE FOR YOU" yelled the soldier as he kicked off his friend.
"NO! PLEASE I HAVE CHILDREN" he yelled as he was pulled away and killed instantly.
Seeing his friend be mutilated he tried to run but as soon as he turned , he was impaled through the chest and raised 10 feet in the air effortlessly . Choking on his own blood, he attempted to yell out for help but all that came out were feint yelps. What ever had him in it's grasp dropped him straight down where he died, it turned it's attention to the other stragglers.
Soon enough one by one they were picked off until there were only three. They were able to make it back to the throne room. Where they found the King and his royal guard , in spear wall formation, ready for anything that walks past that door.
"Whats going on out there? I've sent the three squads and none have reported back." asked the captain of the royal guard.
"All dead...every single soldier...we're all that's left sir" one of the survivors explained .
Everyone stood there , stunned , everyone they knew was dead.
The air in the room became thick and made it difficult to breathe for everyone. The scent of blood became apparent in the room.
"The door! Barricade the dam door!" Yelled the captain of the royal guard.
As the soldiers barricaded the door, The king stood there gripped by fear, his heart pounded in his ancient chest.
"F-f-fr-from a shield wall" ordered the fearful king.
As the soldiers formed the shield wall, the door started to rumble. unholy shrieks of terror could be heard on the other side.
"Here they come boys! For every one of us that falls, 100 of theirs shall fall" yelled the captain to his men.
"Ready your shields! Ready your spears!" Yelled the captain once again.
Suddenly the door stopped moving and the shrieks halted.
"They're gone..?" Murmured the king to himself.
"Gunnar and Tryanius check the door... We'll be right behind you." Ordered the captain of the royal guard.
"Yes sir!" saluted the two as they cautiously approached the nearly destroyed door.
As they investigated the door, the king Viewed from afar and noticed that there was something odd about this whole ordeal.
"The hinges they're gone..." realizing. What was transpring he shouted towards his men.
" RUNN! IT'S A TRAP! DEFENSIVE FORMATION!"
But it was far too late, the door shattered and a horde of the endless undead poured in, swallowing Gunnar and Tryanius.
"GUNNAR! TRYANIUS!" shouted the captain as he readied his spear and shield.
As the horde of corpses were about to crash against the mighty shields of the royal guard a bone chilling screech was heard , even stopping the undead horde in their tracks.
"They come...the console they've come to finish us off..." whispered the king to himself.
The undead turned towards the door and got one knee. The royal guard were confused and not sure what to do. "What are they doing Captain Maxwell?" Asked one of the soldiers. "Bowing to their dark masters, they've come to finish the job, end of the line boys". Responded Maxwell to the soldier.
Soon the blood colored mist oozed into room , also a mysterious voice appeared.
"King Baracus , the savoir of your people once? Echoed the voice.
"That was many years ago, I'm no longer that savior , I've failed my people , failed to protect them, my family, I'm the last of my house" responded King Baracus.
"Oh yes, it was sweet...taking all those lives. Every single person and being in this kingdom, now mindless corpses in our masters endless army " responded the voice.
A tear fell from Baracus's cheek
"SHOW YOURSELF FIEND! AND I SHALL HAVE YOU" shouted the enraged king.
