The death ceremony was a somber occasion, with the priest's voice echoing through the gathered crowd. "We gather here to mourn our loved ones, our heroes who fought for our safety," he said, his words filled with reverence.
Luna stood among the mourners, her eyes fixed on Shila, the little girl who was clinging to her. Shila's eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and Luna's own eyes shone with unshed tears as she tried to comfort the child.
"Gary might be gone, but I'm always here for you," Luna said softly, her voice filled with compassion. She wrapped her arms around Shila, holding her close as the little girl sobbed uncontrollably.
The priest's eulogy continued, his words painting a vivid picture of Gary's bravery and selflessness. "And once more, we are not to forget our strongest hero, Scar Gary, a man that led many men into victory, he never backed down from a battle even though his life was at stake," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
Just as the priest was about to conclude the ceremony, a soldier approached Luna, his face somber. "My lady," he said, his voice low. "May I interrupt for a moment?"
Luna nodded, her eyes questioning. "What is it?" she asked.
"We've received reports of a possible location for the Silkren's base," the soldier replied. "We were wondering if we could carry on with the mission to discover their base."
Luna's expression turned grave, her eyes narrowing as she considered the request. After a moment, she nodded. "Carry on," she ordered, her voice firm.
The soldier nodded and squeezed through the crowd, his movements swift and efficient.
The dark knight, his armor shrouded in dark clouds, knelt before the dark lord Silkrene, his voice trembling as he delivered the report. "He's dead, the message has been passed," he said, his words barely above a whisper.
Silkrene's gaze swept across the room, his eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. Every creature present cowered in fear, their hearts racing with anticipation. "You know what to do next," Silkrene said calmly, his voice dripping with menace.
The dark knight nodded, his helmet dipping in respect. "My lord, there's been 70 intruders spotted on our radar," he reported, his voice steady.
But Silkrene's response was swift and brutal. With a sudden movement, he hurled his axe at the soldier who had spoken of "our radar." The axe bit deep into the soldier's forehead, and he fell to the ground, dead.
"My radar," Silkrene corrected, his voice cold and detached. The dark knight nodded hastily, his voice trembling. "I'll take them down in your name, my lord," he suggested, eager to prove his loyalty.
But Silkrene's response was unexpected. "I know you would," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But let me have the fun today. It's been long since I stretched my feet."
As Silkrene stood up, his presence seemed to fill the room. His eyes burned with an inner fire, and his very presence seemed to draw the life out of the air. The creatures around him cowered, their eyes fixed on the floor.
With a wave of his hand, Silkrene summoned the soldiers on his radar. They appeared before him, their screams echoing through the room as Silkrene's power consumed them. One by one, they fell to the ground, their bodies twisted and broken.
But one soldier remained, his body battered and bruised. Silkrene's eyes locked onto him, and he smiled. "You, it's your lucky day " he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You will carry a message to the castle. Tell them I'll be coming to pay my visit soon."
The soldier nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Silkrene's hand closed around his throat, and he felt a surge of pain as Silkrene's power coursed through his body.
When Silkrene released him, the soldier stumbled forward, his eyes vacant. "Go," Silkrene said, his voice cold. "Deliver my message."
The soldier stumbled out of the room, his body broken but still alive. As he stumbled away.
"Yeah, I'll be taking that from you," one of the guards said with a smirk, as he and his fellow guard engaged in a heated betting match while on duty, watching the outside gates of the castle.
But their banter was interrupted by a third guard, who called out from his post. "Hey, I think I spot someone. He looks tired and injured. I think he's the only one coming."
The guard's voice was laced with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The other guards turned to look at him, their expressions serious.
"Open the gates!" the guard from above signaled down to those in charge of opening the gates. Three other guards were sent out to pick up the survivor, their movements swift and efficient.
As the gates creaked open, the guards approached the injured survivor, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. The survivor stumbled forward, his eyes fixed on the guards with a mixture of desperation and fear.
The guards moved cautiously, their hands on the hilts of their swords. "What happened to you?" one of them asked, his voice firm but not unkind.
The survivor didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the ground. He was clearly exhausted, his body battered and bruised. The guards exchanged a skeptical glance, but they knew their duty was to bring him in.
"Let's get him back to the castle," one of the guards said, his voice decisive. The others nodded, and together they escorted the survivor through the gates, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger.