Chapter V

Part 2: This is a Battle?

Though the Dragonoid didn't watch the men leave directly he was no less assured they'd fled. With longsword still in hand, Tiberius strode across the grassy field to retake his place beside Yuliana.

Less than twenty-five yards away stood the men of the Slane Theocracy. Their leader standing upon the hill, the man glared at the pair with his barely restrained anger.

Nigun's gaze was first drawn to the taller of the pair. Even in the low light of the setting sun the silver of his armour still shone. His keen eyes were drawn to the strange wolf-head helmet. It was something he found both peculiar and fascinating. He'd seen warriors who'd fashion helmets to resemble all manner of beasts to intimidate their foes. Some even held to an archaic belief that such a totem would bestow power upon them. It was a laughable idea. As Nigun and anyone of the Theocracy would attest to, only the Six Great Gods could bestow such power.

His eyes then swept to the right to settle on the second individual.

They were half a head shorter and with armour that looked to be more tarnished. How odd it was to see a beautiful feminine face upon helmet's face mask. It puzzled him, was it an indication of the person behind the mask was female? Of course, he could not discredit the possibility it was another man under there. Though the Theocracy had outlawed such deviants other nations were not as enlightened and allowed them to thrive within their borders.

Looking over the two it was quite apparent the quality of their equipment. The armours were no doubt works of a true master craftsman, and there was a very good chance they were enchanted with magic. This was especially true of the weapons used to dispatch the angels moments ago.

Whatever technique the other individual had used to save Stronoff's men, however, eluded him. Had it been a spell? Or perhaps it was some kind of martial art? Just as the Kingdom's Warrior-Captain had used in vain in his struggle against their superiority.

Issuing a command he had his subordinates call back their remaining angels to form up a defensive line between them and the two strangers. Until he could puzzle out their full capabilities he didn't wish to leave anything to chance.

Yet he still felt confident their numbers would be enough to handle them. If it should come to it, there was always the trump card he carried in the pouch on his belt.

"Just who are you and why have you interfered?" Nigun puffed up his chest and did his best to sound unconcerned about their presence.

The figures ignored him and continued to stand in silence.

His brows furrowed and he growled with his building frustration, "You dare to ignore me. You insolent cur! Or perhaps the fear has frozen your tongue."

The Dragonoid's gaze swept over the men with a nonchalant turn of his head.

"You frighten no one."

Again Nigun felt his ire rise to new levels. For anybody to speak to their superiors in such a manner was inexcusable.

It must be a bluff. Even the mighty Gazef was afraid to behold our strength.

The scar-faced man let out a hearty laugh, "Your ignorance is truly deplorable… after we're finished with you we shall complete our task."

"No, you won't" Tiberius interjected, "In fact, I doubt very much you will be leaving this field."

"Have you taken leave of your sense?" Nigun smirked, "You are but two. And while you may last longer than Gazef against our angelic might. Make no mistake you will fall all the same."

The man's idle threat did nothing to ruffle the Dragonoid. Through the wolf-shaped helmet's eyes, he snuck a sideways glance to his guardian. So far she seemed to be retaining her composure.

"So, you doubt my strength," the Dragonoid's voice dropped several octaves, "Then I welcome you to test it."

A deep shiver passed through the men of the Slane Theocracy with the low rumble of a declaration. The men of the Sunlight Scripture were veterans of numerous battlefields. They'd face inhuman creatures that would send lesser men running away in terror. Yet this stranger, with such few words had managed to plant a seed of fear deep within them.

"Have the angels charge them! Let them see just how powerless they truly are!"

Nigun's subordinates raised their arms and the angels flapped their wings in response. Like a flock of gleaming metallic birds, they rose into the air. They paused for a moment then together the angels charged their intended targets.

With sword in hand, the Dragonoid took several large strides towards the oncoming angels. The virtual wall of angels grew closer and closer still.

The Dragonoid brought his sword up, the blade pointing towards the heavens.

"[Blade Storm]."

A flashing glint was all that could be seen as the sword changed position with inhuman speed. The movements of Tiberius' sword arm were so rapid as to create the illusion of him having multiple limbs. Whipped into a frenzy by the turbulence of the blade caused the air to sing with all the fury of a cyclone.

The tempest engulfed the angels, tossing them to and fro. Countless open wounds appeared upon their armoured bodies. It was as if the idiom of death by a thousand cuts had come to pass. The glowing mana flowed freely from these wounds to be carried away by the whirlwind.

Some men gawked while others looked to each other for answers. But all gazed at the stranger with disbelief and fear. Nigun, himself could only direct his eyes to skyward to watch the glowing mist being whisked away by the receding winds.

Nigun Grid Luin, commander of the Sunlight Scripture, felt a deep tremor pass through his body. Inclining his head he looked to his hands and watched as they trembled. Balling his hands into fists he tried to stop the shakes. Forcing his hands to his sides, Nigun turned his gaze back to the two silver-clad warriors. It was now, after seeing such a display that he understood what Gazef had been babbling about. Without a doubt, the scouts had met their end at the hands of these individuals.

Though he tried to force such thoughts from his mind, he could not.

No, this proves nothing! There are members of the Black Scripture who can wipe out so many angels. This only means he is stronger than Stronoff. We are amongst the strongest groups in the Theocracy. No, in the world. This just means we'll have to treat him as someone on our level.

But the thought occurred to Nigun, could those members of the Black Scripture kill so many with just a single attack?

Tiberius stood unmoved, his longsword once more in a resting position pointing towards the earth. He watched the wave of fear wash over the magic casters.

Whipped into a frenzy, the mages drew closer forming up into a battle line. Raising their dominant arms, they held their palm facing the Dragonoid and his companion. Then they began to shout innumerable spells.

"[Charm Person], [Iron Hammer of Righteousness], [Hold], [Fire Rain], [Emerald Sarcophagus], [Holy Ray], [Shockwave], [Confusion], [Charge of Stalagmite], [Open Wounds], [Poison], [Fear], [Word of Curse], [Blindness]..."

A veritable storm of spells was rained down upon Tiberius and Yuliana. Yet none managed to breach either of their defenses.

"So Archangel Flame summons are not the only YGGDRASIL magics they know," Tiberius mumbled.

Seeing their spells so ineffectual seemed to be the breaking point for one of the mages. The man raised his left arm and with his right hand loaded a steel ball into a sling mounted on the vambrace. Drawing back on the elastic straps to their furthest point he released.

The bullet sped across the field with enough force to easily shatter bones.

However, that was not the case. There was high pitched plink as the bullet collided with the armoured man then fell harmlessly to the ground.

"I do hope that is not the full extent of your capabilities."

Nigun chafed under the apparent insult.

"Principality Observation!" the scarred man voice wavered, "Attack!"

Behind the Sunlight Scripture's commander a towering figure, easily twice the size of the Archangel Flames.

Principality Observation was an angel of a higher tier, denoted by its four wings than the two of the lesser Archangel Flames. It was garbed in a gleaming breastplate overtop a white gold robe that covered its entire body. Upon its head, an ornamental helmet above this hovered a gold halo. The higher tier angel carried a round shield on its left forearm, emblazoned on the shield a shining star.

This particular angel had been held back from the fighting for its special ability. An ability which strengthened the defense of its allies. However, the ability was negated once the angel was moved after summoning.

Wishing to best protect himself Nigun had ordered the angel to remain with him behind the lines. Unfortunately, the opponent they now faced seemed to necessitate its use.

The towering being of angelic levitated above the forces of the Sunlight Scripture. Clasping its hands together a mace of silver metal materialized. The head of the mace was engulfed by the light of the holy magic contained within.

Tiberius remained unmoving as the Principality Observation crossed the defensive line and onto the battlefield.

Raising his left hand, Tiberius concentrated on the angel.

"[Crushing Hand]."

The Principality Observation halted in its approach, held in place by some invisible force.

From the ether materialized a translucent hand with fingers splayed. The hand was large enough to easily encompass an ogre. The ghost-like hand grasped the angel in a steadfast hold.

Tiberius stood left arm outstretched, a faint glow swathed his hand. Every slight movement of his hand was similarly mimicked by the larger magical counterpart. Curling his fingers he felt a certain level of resistance to the motion.

Nigun and his men stood mesmerized by the sight before them.

They watched the fingers of the massive hand twitch as the grip tightened. The sound of creaking and groaning metal met their ears. The angel shook violently in its struggle to break free. Yet the hand only strengthened its hold. Pressure mounted denting the angel's magically created armour. Armour cracking and small pieces that broke away fell to the ground.

Principality Observation's body bent and distorted. Slowly the angel began to more resemble a crumpled sheet of paper than its true self. There was a horrible crunch and the angel's body succumbed to the ever-increasing pressure. The angel's body was reduced to a mere fraction of its former girth.

Tiberius opened his clenched fist and the action was copied by the phantom hand to release the angel.

The Principality Observation collapsed to the grass in a crumpled heap. There it remained but for a second before it burst into thousands of iridescent sand grains.

"If you are hoping to make it out of this alive," Tiberius placed the tip of his sword into the soft earth and rested both hands upon the pommel, "You're leaving much to be desired."

"H-how, how could this be possible?!"

"What spell was that."

Nigun stood his eyes wide and his lower jaw slack. What had previously been a slight tremor had not progressed into full body shakes.

"T-that's impossible! There's no way a high-level angel could be taken done with one spell" he cried out, the fear causing his voice to waver.

"I do hope you have something else to offer," Tiberius' rich baritone voice echoed throughout the field, "Or have we reached the conclusion of this farce."

"Commander Nigun, what are we to do?"

Nigun cut his eyes at the man, who under his superior's gaze shrank back. At the subordinate's withdrawal, he turned his attention back to the two foes before them.

We can't win against this! No, there's still hope. The holy treasure.

Reaching beneath his robes, Nigun's hand fell upon the heavy pouch hanging from his belt. Burying his hand within the leather bag, he ran his fingers along the glassy smooth surface of the item contained within. Grasping the object tightly he pulled his arm from under his robes and hoisted his arm towards the sky.

Held in his hand was a crystal cluster the size of a small-sized fruit. The magic sealed within the crystal gave off a radiant aura. The particular spell could summon the most powerful angel known.

This crystal was one of the national treasures of the Slane Theocracy, a relic of a bygone era. This crystal had been in the Theocracy's possession since the time of the Six Great Gods walked the earth six hundred years ago.

The use of this item had been prohibited except only as last resort.

Holding the crystal in hand aloft, Nigun affixed his gaze to Tiberius.

"Your strength has done nothing but earn you a rare honour. Your death will come at the hands of an angel of the highest caliber."

The commander of the Sunlight Scripture roared in his perceived triumph. Turning to a nearby subordinate he issued a new order.

"Protect me while I commence the summons!"

It was the glint of the object that had caught the eye of the armoured Dragonoid. His keen eyes had little trouble discerning the item even from a distance.

A sealing crystal? So it isn't just YGGDRASIL magic that found its way to this world. It doesn't look to be an ultra-rare one. Still, it looks like it's pretty high level. At least I don't have to worry about any super-tier spells. But that still leaves a lot of other possibilities. He did say the highest tier angel. Did he mean Seraphim class?

For the first time since the beginning of this battle, Tiberius took a defensive stance. His feet planted firmly in the earth. He raised the longsword before him and held it tightly with both hands grasping the hilt.

"Yuliana, be ready."

"Understood, my lord."

Striding forward the female guardian took a position alongside her master. Drawing the twin elven swords from her waist, she held them at the ready in a more aggressive than defensive stance.

"Behold! The shining form of the highest of angels! Dominion Authority!"

The crystal in Nigun's hand shone brightly in a dazzling display of its radiance. The grassy plain was bathed in a clean white-blue light that blotted out the light of the setting sun. As the light faded a new figure could be seen in the air above the Sunlight Scripture.

The figure was vaguely humanoid in appearance. Its body, if it had one, was obscured by innumerable angelic wings. However, seemingly hidden amongst the mass of wings was a pair of clearly discernable feathered arms. Within its hands, taloned fingers clasped a royal looking scepter. Where the being's head ought to be was instead a glowing blue sigil of the angelic script.

As the angel descended from on high a light fragrance flowed from it with the breeze.

The arrival of this legendary creature drew cheers from the men of the Slane Theocracy. Their moral boosted to the point it made them tremble with excitement.

The effect was lost upon the Dragonoid and his companion.

That is it?! They call that the highest tier of angel?

"Now do you see the power you face?!" Nigun's voice held such unrequited joy, "You may have been strong enough to best the Archangel Flames and even the Principality Observation. But your end is assured now."

The Dragonoid couldn't stop the subconscious shake of his head at their apparent excitement. Seeing no reason to be on guard Tiberius relaxed his stance, his sword again held only by his right hand. It was an action mimicked by Yuliana as her posture turned to a more upright position with arms resting at her side.

"You should feel proud warrior. Not in two hundred years has there been a force that necessitated this most exalted of angels to be dealt with."

"You mock me" came a deep-toned reply.

"What?"

The commander of the Sunlight Scripture was left puzzled as to the unexpected response. All eyes were trained on the armoured pair.

"You preach of your strength then continue to disappoint me. Show me what you're truly capable of."

"You dare to continue to show such disrespect even the face of an angel of the highest order. Does your blasphemy know no bounds?"

Nigun looked to the silver-clad warrior through the narrow slits of his eyes. His anger boiled within him at this continued dismissive manner and the total affront to the gods portrayed by this man.

He must have a death wish to be so calm. Or…could it be he is hiding his strength? No, impossible there is no force on this earth to withstand Dominion Authority. Not even the Demon Gods of two hundred years ago could resist its might.

Refusing to even consider such a blasphemy, Nigun shoved the thought away as he felt himself begin to tense.

"No! It's not possible! There is nobody stronger than this most highly placed of the angels! Dominion Authority attack! Use [Holy Smite]!"

Hearing its master's command the winged creature obeyed.

Tiberius watched the angel begin to move into attack position. In response, the Dragonoid tightened his grip upon the hilt of the longsword. Lifting his right arm, he held the weapon parallel to the ground in an outstretched hand.

"[Reality Slash]."

Tiberius swung the blade in a sweeping arc before him. From the movement of the blade came a gleaming band of energy no thicker than a hair shaped like that of a crescent moon. With blinding speed, the crescent arc sliced through the fabric of reality.

In less than the blink of an eye, the near-instantaneous attack struck the angel across the middle. The holy creature and a portion of the air on either side shifted in opposite directions. Within moments the angel shattered in brilliant flash then evaporated, and with it so did the light in the area.

The attack complete Tiberius again lowered his longsword into a relaxed position. The Dragonoid knew the use of such a powerful 10th tier spell was a waste of mana and overkill given the opponent. But this farce of a battle was beginning to wear thin on his nerves.

The magic casters of the Sunlight Scripture stood motionless, their heads inclined and their gaze focused on the space once occupied by the Dominion Authority.

Nigun stood wide-eyed, his mind too stunned to fully process what had transpired. The sight of such a legendary creature being destroyed in a single effortless attack. It boggled the mind just how such a thing could even be possible. Nearly a full minute ticked by before he had regained enough of his faculties to respond.

"H-h-how is this possible?!" turning he laid his terrified gaze upon the armoured warrior, "Y-you! What are you?! Demon! You must be a Demon God!"

In Nigun's mind, it could be the only answer.

Within the world, there were only a handful of beings capable of going toe-to-toe with the highest tier of angels.

The Six Great Gods which all citizens of the Slane Theocracy knew of.

The veritable kings of the mighty draconic races, the Dragon Lords.

The legendary monster who had destroyed an entire kingdom, a being only known as Landfall.

Then there were the Demon Gods. Creatures who had plagued the world two hundred years ago. It was said in the histories that they had been defeated by the Thirteen Heroes, a group of adventurers who became a legend.

"I am nothing of the kind," Tiberius' voice broke through Nigun's mental turmoil, "But I know what you are. You are nothing but a fool and a bully. And I've dealt with plenty of people like you before."

The Dragonoid began to move forwards with a slow disciplined stride.

"You came here so assured of your own strength. You terrorize those you considered weaker than yourself without a care, but when you find someone stronger than yourself. You can only scream and flail about in your fit."

To the eyes of Nigun and his subordinates, the armoured warrior seemed to loom ever larger with each step. It was like some mythic figure had descended from on high and with it came an overwhelming feeling of awe. For several of the men, the pressure was too much and they collapsed to their knees.

The Dragonoid paused in his approach, coming to a halt halfway across the gap. Lifting his helmeted head he looked to the sky. An action that Nigun and others imitated.

High above a web of fissures split the sky open. It was if the world itself was unable to cope and broke under the strain. Like through a broken pane of glass pieces of the sky fell away and vanished. Then as quickly as they had appeared they were gone and the sky returned to its normal state.

Within YGGDRASIL it was a common tactic that players would use divination magics to spy on one another.

As a counter to prevent the careless use of divination magics the developers put in place a number of passive abilities. The effects of the abilities could vary quite a bit between them. There were those that would simply shield a player from detection and at higher levels could even block entire regions from view. There were offense styled abilities some of which would create an explosive reaction –which the player could determine the blast strength- for the person using the divination magic.

One of the more amusing skills would summon a multitude of low to mid-tier monsters. The monsters although weak had high stats in agility and stealth. These monsters would steal from the scrying player and just generally harass them by being a nuisance.

So someone was using divination magics. Were they trying to use it on me? No, my defensive abilities only activated when I moved closer. They must have been watching them.

Tiberius again affixed his gaze upon the scar-faced leader of the opposing unit.

"It seems someone was trying to use divination magic to survey the proceedings. I do wonder how much they saw of your failure."

The warrior's words struck a chord with Nigun. It could only be his superiors in the Slane Theocracy. It had to be as there were no others that knew of the unit's mission or their location.

"Regrettably for them, my defensive barriers have put an end to that." The Dragonoid's tone was almost one of amusement, "After all, can't have anyone snooping on what's to come."

A fresh wave of fear rolled over the men of the Slane Theocracy at the implications of those words.

"No! No, no wait, please wait! I beg of you, sir warrior! I want to make a deal with you. Spare my life the rest of these men don't matter. I'll give you whatever you wish! I'll do anything to appease you!"

From their scattered positions the magic casters turned, forgetting all about the two armoured figures to look at their commander. To hear such an utterance from him left his subordinates aghast. But Nigun didn't care for their lives, his only concern was for his own life.

"You would so easily abandon your comrades, to toss away all you have been through together." The words left the Dragonoid's throat in a low rumble, "You truly are pathetic."

Tiberius surveyed his gathered opponents. The men stood unmoving, the fear held them in place just as a ship's anchor.

A myriad of options came to the Dragonoid's mind on how to deal with these men. After all, he possessed many magical capabilities that would easily finish them off in a single move. Or he could more simply put them to the sword. Either option would be just as easy. But he was pulled from these thoughts at the soft clink of armoured footsteps.

"Lord Tiberius, if I may say something."

Shifting Tiberius turned to face the Guardian Overseer, "You're always free to do so."

"We came here to gather information, did we not?" Yuliana turned to regard the magic casters, "It would seem we have been given an opportunity to do just that. The presence of these wretched creatures allows us to obtain the information we could not otherwise."

"Hmm, just what are you suggesting?"

"Why not take some of them for interrogation."

Tiberius remained silent as he gave thought to the guardian's proposal.

She's right. The whole reason for this excursion from the mountain was to gather information. And at the time I had only meant to protect those villagers from the knights. Now I'm involved in what basically amounts to an assassination attempt. Although Captain Stronoff did give the impression they are high ranking members of the Slane Theocracy. As such they could provide a great deal of intel about this world.

"Very well, your idea has merit behind it," the Dragonoid rumbled, "But who would you suggest?"

Yuliana turned, raising her arm she pointed to the three men standing upon the hillock. "We take the leaders of course. Being of high rank they would be more likely to have valuable information."

From his position Nigun could not make out what was being said in the conversation. But he was sure whatever it was could be nothing good. This feeling was only intensified when the second individual raised their arm and pointed in his direction. Such was the despair that gripped him that it threatened to bring him to tears.

"You spoke of demons before so I've decided to introduce you to one."

No sooner had the armoured warrior finished speaking when a yawning black portal wreathed in purple flames appeared behind the pair. From this void, a man stepped forth.

The man looked to be fairly tall with a well-built frame. His long black hair fluttered lightly in the gentle breeze. This stranger was garbed in a set of banded plate armour the colour of damp ash. From his shoulders flowed a tattered black cape with a scarlet interior and high collar. In his right hand, he carried a heavy onyx scepter that appeared more like an oversized morning star.

Emerging from the portal he paused only briefly to gain his bearings. Striding forth his movements were smooth and with an air of confidence.

To Nigun, he might say the man carried himself with a regal bearing.

Yet there was something off about him. A terrible sense of foreboding that emanated from the man. It felt tantamount to looking at some great ferocious beast set to devour you.

Approaching the armoured pair the newcomer knelt before them, placing his scepter upon the grass before him. Behind his tattered cape spread out across the grassy field like a pair of wings.

"Koraboros," Tiberius greeted the new arrival.

"What is your bidding my master?" the Demon Lord's deep accented voice carried across the field.

"These wretches have foolishly chosen to stand against our lord," Yuliana stepped towards her fellow guardian, "We require the three upon the hill be taken to Tyrnaust and chained in the Pits of Tartarus for the time being."

Koraboros tilted his head, looking up at the pair before him, "And what of the others?"

"You're free to wound them, but they shall be dealt with in accordance with the master's will."

Koraboros placed his right hand over his heart and bowed his head once more. His face obscured behind the length of his hair.

"As you wish, my lord."

Nigun looked on as the man rose from his previously knelt position. As he slowly turned to face them it was an unsettling sight. A slow smile crept across the features of the stranger as if he was pleased by some unexpected joy. Yet it was the contrasted with the look in his eyes. The pupils were narrow slits of obsidian surrounded by a ring of blood. His gaze was hardened and burned with a fury that threatened to scorch all before him to the bone.

To see that such pathetic beings had dared to stand before the Supreme Master of the Tyrnaust. The very thought sickened him and filled him with a terrible rage.

I will teach them the truth of their folly.

Koraboros moved with a slow deliberate pace as he closed the distance to the magic casters. Then before their eyes, he appeared to vanish. But before any could really register the event a blood-curdling scream erupted.

All eyes turned to see one of their number crumpled to the ground. With his left hand, he held the twisted and mangled remains of his right arm. Flesh tore exposing muscle and sinew while the broken bone jutted through the opening.

One magic caster raised his arm to cast an attack spell. A yellow bolt of light launched from his palm at the attacker. The bolt hurtled through the air only to dissolve into the ether before ever getting close. This stunned the man but it only lasted for a moment. Movement from the corner of his eye caused him to turn and behold the stranger now stood in his shadow.

The Demon Lord swung his scepter catching the man in the chest.

The blow immediately emptied his lungs of air before he became an airborne projectile himself. His body rolled along the ground like a ragdoll, the agony that filled his body made the thought of even getting up impossible.

More screams as Koraboros flittered amongst the terrified mages like a shadow. In his wake left the men broken. Their limbs were mangled, bones were crushed, and organs punctured. He inflicted such brutality with efficient ease.

One mage who foolishly attempted to run only to discover there was no escape. Grabbing him by the head, Koraboros drove his thumbs deep into the man's eye sockets. The Demon Lord wore a wide grin upon his features as he listened to the now blind mage's screams of anguish.

Commander Nigun and his two lieutenants only looked on, too afraid to move. Only when the monster had disabled the last of their men and turned his gaze to them did the spell seem to break. Looking at those eyes, those orbs glowing with the light of the infernal pit, Nigun was unable to control his bladder. With a high pitched shriek, he turned and pushed the other men from his way. The muscles of his legs pumped with blood as he made a break for it. Not far behind him were the two men having once again found their footing.

The sneer that Koraboros wore had disappeared.

"[Summon mid-tier fiend, Bone Devil]."

On the ground, an arcane circle burned itself into the grass with its fiery orange light. Wisps of flame danced as a figure emerged from cracked and smoldering earth.

A humanoid husk of a creature clawed at the ground. Like a cadaver with its pale and dried skin stretched tight across its emaciated frame. It bore a fearsome skull-like head resembling a mix of human and some kind of monstrous beast. Possessing a wide maw filled with dagger-like fangs, perfecting for tearing flesh. Its limbs were exaggerated and feral with long fearsome claws on hands and feet. From the joints of its wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles were a collection of sharp boney protrusions. The devil's spine had been elongated into a long whip-like tail ending in a scorpion-like stinger. From head to tail tip vertebrae had been transformed into vicious looking thorns. With each beat of its six insectoid wings, the foul odor of decay wafted through the area.

The Bone Devil snarled then knelt before its summoner. Thick rivulets of green drool dripped from its lower jaw.

"Fetch."

The devil's wings beat in swift succession and with a lunging leap it took to the sky.

o – o – o – o

In the grassy field the three men hunched over, hands planted firmly on their knees as they panted heavily. Their bodies wracked with fatigue. Muscles burned with the need for oxygen, legs felt heavy and feet felt like lumps lead.

But at least they'd covered a fair amount of ground in their wild escape. At least several hundred feet now lie between them and whoever that trio of strangers.

"Commander…Nigun," a man gasped for breath, "W-what are… we going to…do?"

"We can't run… forever."

Nigun glanced at the pair then stood tall as his eyes scanning the horizon. Though little light of the sun remained he saw no signs of pursuit.

"It doesn't look like the enemy is pursuing," Nigun paused, "We'll head for the forest and skirt the Kingdom's border. Then we'll head for home…"

The group's leader fell quiet. There was a strange sound on the wind. Something akin to a hum of an insect, yet there were none about.

The trio looked around then to each other in puzzlement.

Then came an ear-piercing shriek. A cry so harsh all three men were quick to clamp their hands over their ears to block it out. Even through his leather gloves and fleshy hands the sound still reached their ears. The noise set their nerves on edge as a chill rushed down their spines.

The cry stopped only to be replaced by the howl of the winds as a winged monstrosity set foot upon the earth.

Saliva flowed from the creature's snarling mouth. At its advance, the men could only retreat.

"[Iron Hammer of Righteousness]!"

"[Holy Ray]!"

A font of energy sprung from the hand of the mage on the left a war hammer of colossal size took form. The weapon hovered in the air before being hurtled towards the oncoming monster.

The out-turned hand of the other mage was enveloped in a golden aura. The aura was soft and comforting with its holy cleansing magics. The glow intensified till it appeared the magic caster held a tiny star within his hand. From this emitted a beam of holy magic.

The Bone Devil continued to advance. The desire to torment its prey held its more bestial impulses at bay.

It didn't blink when the human mage conjured forth the massive iron weapon. As the simple construct came at it the creature held out a hand to capture the hammer's head. The blunt weapon struck squarely in the devil's open palm. Its long fingers wrapped around the iron head and with the constriction of its long fingers shattered the object.

Then there came the beam of golden light.

The Bone Devil could sense the stench of holy energies contained within the light. Sensing this, the devil snarled again for such things were its natural opposite. Holding its arms up before it in an X-pattern the creature blocked the beam.

The ray split into a myriad of directions on impact with its armoured forearms.

The two men were left speechless as the creature stood completely unharmed. The pair performed a heel turn and ran. Something they discovered their leader had already done.

Not about to let its prey escape the devil gave chase. Lowering itself onto all four limbs it galloped after the men like some crazed beast. Its long limbs carried it easily across the terrain allowing it to gain on the men.

The first man screamed as he was seized by the leg and hoisted into the air. The devil held him aloft, bringing his face in close enough to smell its putrid breath. Its eyes glowed with the light of the infernal pit. The creature snarled and swung him like a carpenter would swing a hammer. The man sailed through the air to collide with the grass-covered earth. On impact, his skull rang and his vision grew darker till the darkness was all he knew.

Releasing its hold on the unconscious man the Bone Devil took off after the second panicked man. As it had done with the other the summoned monstrosity captured him with no difficulty.

With a flying leap, the devil pinned the mage to the ground beneath its bulk. The air evacuated from his lungs he was unable to scream. Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck as something pierced his skin.

Was it a blade? Perhaps one of that dreadful creature's talons had penetrated his tender flesh.

As these questions flooded his mind the world around him grew blurry and warped in strange ways. An intense bout of nausea gripped him reminding him of the time in his youth when he'd been on the sea in a storm. But stranger still his body went completely limp. It was as if every muscle in his body had entered a deep state of relaxation. Though he was fully aware of this, any movements were impossible.

Rising from hunched over its prey, the Bone Devil swiveled about. Its red glowing eyes scanned the surroundings for the final target.

From his place in a shallow ditch Nigun peeked above the rim.

He watched the creature run down his –former- comrades. Abandoning them had bought him time to find this spot. While the creature had busied itself with them, he busied himself with casting every stealth spell he knew.

Instinctively he lowered his head when the winged monster turned in his direction. When the creature turned and strode away he felt a sense of relief.

Pressing his back against the earthen wall he sighed. His mind turning to just what he was going to tell his superiors when he returned to the Slane Theocracy. They would not look kindly on his loss of the Holy Relic and the loss of his men. However, he felt that the information he carried would give him a level of bargaining to escape the worst of the punishments.

A hot and moist breeze wafted down upon his scalp. With it a putrid stench, a rancid smell of death and decay, that burned his nose and made his eyes water.

Nigun broke out into a cold sweat as terror crept through him. He felt that his heart would burst from his chest at any moment. In the back of his throat, he could taste bile as his stomach threatened to empty itself.

Ever so slowly the commander of the Sunlight Scripture began to tilt his head upwards.

There, leaning out over the ditch was the fiend. His unnaturally dark eyes were met with the blazing coals socketed within that terrible visage. Nigun froze, his body no longer responded to his desire to run. From the creature's gaping maw a long strand of sickly green saliva landed upon his scarred cheek. The thick glop slowly oozed down along his flesh.

The fiendish creature tilted its head and raised one of its long arms. The hand opened with those unnaturally long fingers reaching for him.

His mind broke, unable to contain himself any longer Nigun cried out with all the pent up terror that rattled his soul.

o – o – o – o

Koraboros stood amongst the scattered human mages.

They groaned and cried, at least those that were able to, around him giving voice to their collective agony. Hearing the disharmony of their cries was like a symphony to him. It was something to be savored like the finest wine or the tenderest of ballads.

The Demon Lord allowed himself a small smirk. He'd held back greatly, though his instincts had pushed for more. But more so was the thought that these pitiful worms had stood against his master. Had his master allowed it Koraboros would've shown these men such torturous delights.

However, he'd done the worst he could whilst still staying within the limitations of his master's wishes. Koraboros had left each with the most debilitating injury while still ensuring their lives.

The Demon Lord's keen senses were alerted to the return of the Bone Devil long before the creature was visible.

Koraboros lifted his gaze to the darkened sky.

The air was filled with a light buzzing which only grew louder with each passing moment. Soon the sound had grown to the point of sounding like a swarm.

From on high the Bone Devil emitted its telltale screech before performing a sharp dive. The monster hurtled from the sky like a falling star. Nearing the ground floor the creature flared its wings and slowed till it hovered mere feet above the earth.

Dangling from the devil's clawed hands were two of the magic casters who'd fled earlier. The third man was supported by coils of the Bone Devil's long tail. With steady flaps its many wings the devil lowered itself to the ground.

The Bone Devil dragged the men as it strode forth to stand before its master.

The Demon Lord's eyes roamed over the trio of humans. He examined them with the intent to ensure they still lived, even if only barely.

"Follow," Koraboros turned away and made his way back to where his master waited patiently.

Tiberius watched the fiendish pair approach. Koraboros moved with his typical graceful yet dominant bearing. He was contrasted by the slightly hunched over form of the Bone Devil who followed close behind.

"It is done, Master Tiberius."

Koraboros jerked his head and the Bone Devil moved forward. The emaciated creature stopped six feet from where Tiberius stood. With what amounted to a shrug the creature released the pair of mages from its grasp. The two landed with soft thumps upon the grass. Following this, the great tail bent around, within its coils the unconscious body of the scar-faced leader.

"You've done well," Tiberius offered his praise, "I am sure 0menForcer would be proud."

At the sound of his creator's name, Koraboros could not suppress the exhilaration that washed over him. His eyes softened and a smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

"I thank you, my lord. To hear such words…"

Tiberius' gaze shifted to the three men lying on the ground before him. The Theocracy mages were still breathing. The welt on the neck of one seemed a curious thing yet it didn't seem to affect him terribly. The scar-faced leader lay sprawled upon the ground, his pants clinging damply to his legs.

Behind his helmet's face mask the Dragonoid scrunched his face upon detecting an offending odor from the man.

"[Gate]" Tiberius moved aside as the black portal opened, "Koraboros, return to Tyrnaust and see to it these men enjoy the hospitality of Tartarus."

The Demon Lord gave a gentle nod. Stepping forwards he bent down to take a hold of the mage leader's wrist. Straightening up he moved towards the portal dragging the man along the ground behind him. It was a move copied by the Bone Devil who strode after its master hauling the other two men with it.

No sooner had the Bone Devil's tail tip disappeared into the void than the portal evaporated.

Their compatriot gone, Tiberius and Yuliana turned their attention back to the scattered magic casters.

His eyes swept over the men seeing only his enemy. It didn't matter to him that these men were unable to fight. The only things that mattered were the terrible things they had done and those they had planned on doing. With that knowledge, Tiberius felt the burning within him for the second time this day.

"Let's be done with this."

Reaching across his torso the Dragonoid resheathed the longsword he carried. Tiberius paused for a moment focusing on the area of the field the magic casters were scattered upon.

"[Dragonfire Cyclone]."

The words seemed to echo across the field. Gone was the gentle breeze that once wafted through the long grass. For all intents, it seemed that the world had gone silent.

There came a burst of golden radiance that spread across the earth. The light rippled upon the surface of the ground like a wave across the ocean. The glow soaked into the earth leaving an arcane circle. Then came a rumble from below and a sound like freight train roared through the field.

The wounded men of the Sunlight Scripture roused from their collective pain could only look around bewildered. Their minds desperately seeking answers as a new wave of terror crashed over them.

From the surrounding circle sprung wisps of brightly iridescent green flame. These flames rose higher and higher as if stoked by some unseen bellows. Taller still they grew whipped into a frenzy by some phantom wind. The flames changed, morphing, taking the shape of a great draconic beast. The ethereal creature raced about the edge of the circle gaining speed with each pass. In its wake it pulled at the flames, twisting them until they followed the beast in spinning around the circle. Faster and faster the fires twirled and with it came a scorching heat. The ambient temperature soared as the flames rose ever higher causing a few small brush fires.

The fiery manifestation beat its wings in rapid succession rising ever higher into the sky. With it, the inferno followed towering over the landscape like some monolithic spire. Its brilliance shone like a beacon into the evening as its crown danced amongst the clouds.

All these things played out in just a matter of moments. Yet it all seemed to take so much longer.

During all this Tiberius merely stood unmoved, looking on with the Guardian Overseer at his side.

The moments ticked by and the whirlwind began to diminish.

The flaming dragon rose high above the spire and with a final cry, it burst to leave behind a halo-like crown upon the fading tower. The unnatural winds died down and the flames shrank, evaporating into the evening. In a matter of moments, the whirlwind vanished entirely.

In its absence there was naught but ash settled upon char blackened earth. Yet as the breeze returned to carry away the ash it exposed the layers beneath. Scattered pools of dull red-orange shone brightly as more of the ash was swept away. In casting the 6th tier spell the heat had grown to incredible reaches. It scoured the area of effect clean of any combustible matter but also had converted the soil to glass. That glass now lies exposed to cool in the evening air.

"Yuliana," at the sound of her name the Guardian Overseer perked up, "We're done here. Let's head back to the village."

The pair turned away from the blackened ground and proceeded back to the village in the distance.

Moving through the grass they followed a faint pathway, that while overgrown was still easy enough to make out. Though he wasn't directly facing Yuliana it was abundantly clear she was distracted.

"Something on your mind?"

"After your words with the leader of those human warriors I understand your reason for defending that village. However, Lord Tiberius, I am rather curious as to why we saved those warriors. They did not possess any noteworthy strength. Or do you plan to use them for information as well?"

"During his battle Captain Stronoff showcased abilities, which to the best of my knowledge did not come from YGGDRASIL. To see something unique to this world makes me curious to learn more about them. Besides who knows, it may be possible to learn them."

Tiberius tilted his head and lifted his gaze to the stars.

"But more than that, it was his bravery in the face of such odds and his desire to protect his comrades. It reminded me of my fellow Sanguine Dragons and the many battles we fought together. Such loyalty and integrity is something I hold in high esteem."

"I see. But still, you didn't need to place yourself directly in danger. Given our experience with those useless knights, I could've handled those magic casters with little difficulty. Or perhaps is it because you have little faith in my ability to protect you?"

The armoured female halted in her stride.

"I know my skills have gone unproven until today. But I assure you sire that I will not falter. I have devoted my life to you…"

"Yuliana, I do not doubt in your ability." The Dragonoid cut her words short, "You and every other who dwell within the mountain of Tyrnaust have my absolute faith and trust. However, I am not one to let others fight my battles for me.

Do not fear thy enemy. Never turn your back upon a foe. Never refuse a challenge from an equal." He turned to face her, "Do you know those words?"

The Guardian Overseer shook her head, "I'm afraid I do not."

"I am not surprised they were not inscribed within the guild. Those words are a part of the creed that all of the Sanguine Dragons were sworn to."

"But my lord, these lowlifes are far from your equal. Not in a hundred lifetimes could they ever hope to rival your majesty."

Yuliana paused to draw a breath.

"As Guardians your protection is the purpose for our existence. If you continue to place yourself in harm's way without us… what if you should encounter a powerful enemy? We would be unable to fulfill our appointed task. You could be hurt."

"Then who would protect you?"

Her master's reply was not one the Guardian Overseer had expected.

"I don't understand."

Tiberius took several steps closer.

"I am, was, the Guild Master of the Sanguine Dragons. One of my duties was the safety of each member. But this duty does not end with their absence. The safety of you and your fellow guardians is my responsibility. I will not ask any of you to do something that I am not willing to do myself. Each of your lives is precious and irreplaceable."

That something like this could happen. That I would be here in some other world, living inside the body of my game avatar and talking to a previously lifeless NPC. I think a miracle would be a good description for it.

The Dragonoid released a small sigh and shook his helmeted head.

"However, you are right nonetheless. I must keep in mind that we are not in YGGDRASIL anymore. As such we don't know the full extent of the powers to be that exist within this new world. I will endeavor to include you and the others more."

The pair stood on the old dirt trail in the tranquil peace of the evening. Each one processing the words of the other.

Tiberius was the first to break the peace. His armour clanked softly as he turned and continued down the path towards the village. The Dragonoid's companion, however, remained rooted to her spot.

Behind the beautifully crafted facemask of her helmet, her eyes shone with fresh moisture.

Master… how can we be worthy of such devotion? You led the creators as the greatest amongst them. You are so much more than we and yet you show such care for us. You stayed with us. Perhaps we aren't worthy of you but we will try to be.

o – o – o – o

The men of the Warrior Select moved through the empty village of Carne in silent contemplation. The mood surrounding them was one of glum disorientation.

Each man of the troupe was occupied with the events of recent. Thoughts of the one-sided battle and of friends lost. Some were left to wonder why they had survived while a friend had not.

Even the group's leader was left to his thoughts.

"It still doesn't feel right," Gazef turned to the Vice-Captain "Leaving those men behind."

"No, it doesn't." The Warrior-Captain turned his gaze back to the path ahead "Yet as it stood we had little choice. Our opponents had the position and superior ability on their side. The only option was to withdraw."

For a time the pair forewent speaking and simply fell in step with the rest. Before long the close-knit buildings of the village grew sparser as they approached the storehouse.

Things here were as they had left them.

While the men stopped to rest and talk amongst themselves. Gazef strode towards the large building. His hand held out before him in much the way a blind individual would feel his surroundings. The Warrior-Captain's strange action drew the gaze of many men who looked on curiously.

But Gazef's reasoning became clear when his hand made contact with an invisible barrier. Stopping Gazef rubbed his palm against the surface and even gave a solid push against it.

As it had before the unseen wall held without effort. This discovery was something had pleased the Warrior-Captain.

This is how magic should be used. It's truly impressive what it can accomplish when under proper control.

Seeing this attracted several of the Warband to approach and feel for themselves. Looks of astonishment clear on their faces.

"Gazef," Garro approached, "Should I have the men begin setting up defenses?"

Gazef contemplated the thought for a moment.

"No, something tells me there will be no need."

The Vice-Captain quirked his brow, "What do you mean? You saw how powerful those mages were. Surely you don't believe those strangers will able to overcome them."

"I think…"

"Captain Stronoff, you've returned," the voice of the Village Chief called out from the opened doorway.

"Village Chief," Gazef greeted the older man.

Stepping out Chief Wyllam was followed by his wife, Annora. The older couple approached, the man's wife held tightly to her husband's arm. Curiosity propelled others to emerge behind the pair. Singles, couples, and families poured out until Gazef felt the entire village stood before him.

"Is the battle over? Is the village safe?"

"The battle still wages."

It pained Gazef to see the look of dread spread across the features of the gathered men, women, and children. But he would not let it be so, he would help these people to hold on to that hope.

"People of Carne Village," the Warrior-Captain's baritone voice boomed, "It is true that we did not claim victory in the battle. But rest at ease your village is in no danger."

"How can you be sure?!"

"Yes, he's right! You lost!"

"What's to stop the vandals from attacking?!"

As more voices joined the chorus Gazef let them vent their frustration upon him. He knew their ire was borne of fear and desperation.

"I know this because the enemy now faces the man who saved this village. The very same who saved our lives as well."

"What should we do?" the chieftain inquired.

"Believe in him, believe that he will be victorious this night."

His words seemed to bring some measure of peace to the group's collective angst. Still, there were those amongst the villagers whose features were marred by fear. Unable to provide little more comfort Gazef turned and moved away.

"It seems you managed to calm them."

"Unfortunately that it is all I can do right now."

"You still believe in the stranger's capability."

The Warrior-Captain merely nodded to his second in command. The younger man in return responded with a sigh and shake of his head.

Gazef thought to say something more but never got the opportunity.

A sudden flash of gold illuminated the horizon.

The assembled men, women, and children turned at the display. Their focus was drawn instinctively to that single spot on the skyline.

From the direction of the flash a strong gust of wind whipped through the village. Alongside the abrupt gale came a howl like that of some great beast.

Clothing fluttered violently in the wind.

Men's hands reached for the simple caps some wore upon their heads. Hands pressed them firmly against their scalps lest they are carried away. The women of the village faced a different dilemma. Their lengthy skirts whipped about, the stiff wind threatening to lift their gowns and leave them rather exposed. With gasps of surprise, the women quickly hunched over, their hands taking hold of the wayward cloth. They held those skirts tight against their legs as if their very lives depended on it.

The winds didn't last long, vanishing as swiftly as they had come.

Training their collective gaze back upon the location of the odd golden flash a new discovery awaited them. An unearthly green luminescence now lay on the horizon. The bizarre glow lit the sky above. From the ground came arose a wall of flames that grew ever taller. At the head of the ever-growing column there appeared to be kind of creature riding the flames into the sky. The flames spiraled like some great drill that pierced the clouds above.

Strange pulses traversed the length of the pillar and into the clouds. Like flashes of lightning, they lit the heavens.

"Wh-what is that?!"

"By the gods!"

Numerous others voiced their fear and fascination in measure. But for most, they could only stare wide-eyed at the vision playing before them.

"Captain, what is that? Is it the enemy?!" Garro's voice rose above the others.

For a moment Gazef himself wondered if this were indeed the work of the Slane Theocracy's mages. Yet something inside told him no. He'd heard the rumors of the feats which mages were capable of. Impressive, almost miraculous things, but the more powerful the spell or rituals the more people were needed to complete it.

As far as he was aware only the pet magic caster of the Baharuth Emperor, a man who stood above his peers, could create such wonders on his own.

But seeing this, this monolith of fire pierce the heavens made him question if such sentiments were true.

Several times this day Gazef had seen the potential of the foreign warrior demonstrated. Was it possible he was seeing a further glimpse of the power this man commanded?

The winged manifestation circled the spire of flame a number of times before its crown. The shining being spread its wings and let out a cry that carried across the land. The creature's glow intensified then like an overfilled balloon it burst.

The blast rang out and pushed away the clouds in a uniform manner. In the wake of its apparent death, a ring circled the tower of green flame.

Then like a candle the flame receded growing smaller with every second. The once brilliant luminescence now faded and disappeared altogether.

The quiet of the coming night had returned and all trace of disturbance vanished. A cool evening breeze drifted through the grounds. Bringing with it a sense of calm that had been so elusive during this day.

o – o – o – o

"Look there! They've returned."

A voice cried out from the collective group of villagers and warriors. Heads swiveled to the direction the speaker had been pointing.

Emerging from between the village houses to move along the footpath were a pair of armoured figures.

Tiberius surveyed the scattered groups of warriors. It seemed that they had set up a parameter around the village storehouse.

They probably weren't confident that I would come out the victor.

His eyes moved from the armoured men to the gathered villagers. They had foregone the shelter of the storehouse and now stood outside. Setting eyes on them Tiberius got the impression they would probably be rushing to thank him if not for the barrier created by the [Shield Wall].

"[Greater Dispel]."

With a sound like a popping bubble, the invisible barrier was banished.

The villagers stood for a moment almost afraid to leave the protection once afforded by this location. But eventually the desire to return to thank their savior and return home won out.

The Village Chief and his wife marched at the forefront of the group. Making their way through the Kingdom's knights the villagers approached the Dragonoid and his companion.

"Is the village safe? Are we safe?"

"Yes, you are safe now."

A small smile crept on the lips of the older chieftain. He held his wife's arm tighter and lightly clapped his left hand on her forearm in a comforting gesture.

"Thank you."

Without much ado, the elderly couple strode passed the armoured warrior and towards the village.

Each villager in turn heaped praise and lavished thanks upon the two. Some were more elaborate. Their sentiments punctuated by deep bows and curtseys. Some reached forth with trembling hands to simply touch the silver armour as one would a sacred symbol. Others, particularly the younger ones, would walk with heads low and repeating words of blessing and gratitude.

Before long the throng of villagers thinned out until only a few stranglers remained.

It was the same family from before that approached him now.

The husband strode holding tight the hand of his youngest daughter. Who in turn clasped tightly to her mother's hand on the opposite side. Beside them, their elder daughter followed.

"Thank you," he spoke in an almost reverent tone, "I don't know how I could ever repay what you have done for us today."

He glanced at his wife who smiles brightly at him.

"I am forever in your debt. If there is ever anything I can do for you. You have but to name it. This I swear to you and the gods above."

"I do as well," the man's wife mimicked his sentiment.

Tiberius merely nodded to the pair.

The family acknowledged the affirmation before they strode away on their journey home.

The pair watched them leave for a time before turning away. The Kingdom's knights had started to regroup. No longer did the men carry the same discipline, now these warriors stood around in a much more casual fashion. It was reminiscent of off the clock workers.

Standing at the crowd's forefront was the Warrior-Captain and his Vice-Captain. The two men engaged in a brief conversation before parting ways. The Vice-Captain nodded curtly then turned and strode away to join the men. Gazef watched him leave before pivoting and making his way to where the two foreigners waited.

"Captain Stronoff, still feeling well I trust?"

"Aside from my wounded pride, I find myself otherwise unharmed." Gazef rubbed the back of his neck, "What about you, Sir Tiberius? You are well I trust."

"Indeed, I am quite well."

The bearded soldier grinned, "That is good to hear. After we saw that colossal pillar of fire and that winged creature. I must confess I had feared for your safety."

"I appreciate the concern; however, it was not necessary. The enemy troops seemed to have greatly underestimated me."

The Warrior-Captain eyed the armoured individual appraisingly. Listening to the Tiberius' words had only served to confirm his earlier speculation. The fantastical display of power had indeed come from the man standing in front of him.

"May I ask what happened after our departure?"

Unsure of how to answer Tiberius remained silent for a moment.

"I gave the mages a chance to surrender. However, they seemed more interested in fighting. So I obliged them. Unfortunately for them, it was a rather costly mistake."

Now it was Gazef's turn to be quiet.

"Once again I find myself unable to repay you. Sir Tiberius, should you ever come to the Royal Capital. I will see to it that you receive a true hero's welcome. I am sure his majesty, King Ramposa III, will be most interested in meeting you."

"Perhaps I will should I find myself in the capital."

Tiberius had thought to say more yet he was interrupted by the return of Vice-Captain Garro.

"Sir, the men are ready."

"Thank you, Vice-Captain. I will be there shortly."

"Is something the matter?"

"No," Gazef shook his head, "Since the enemy is no more we are going to tend to the bodies of the fallen. We will be making camp near the village for the night before we set out for the capital in the morning."

"Ah."

"What of you, Sir Tiberius? Now that the danger has passed what will you and your companion do?"

"I think it best if we be on our way once more."

"Are you sure? Traveling at night can be…"

Gazef smirked and shook his head again.

"Forgive me, I forget to who I am addressing. Is there any way I could convince you to delay your journey and join us? You'd be most welcome."

"Again, thank you but no."

"Very well, then please seek me out when you reach the capital. My doors will always be open to you."

The Warrior-Captain straightened his posture and saluted. Then with the disciplined precision of a warrior, he turned and marched away to join his men.

Tiberius and Yuliana observed the warrior troupe rally and together make their way back to where their fallen comrades awaited.

Though the Dragonoid desired to be on his way he felt he could not leave just yet. After going through such trouble to protect this village, he couldn't leave it without a final inspection.

The Guardian Overseer fell in line behind her master as he trod along the familiar pathway. Through the village, the two made their way. Along the way, Tiberius took the opportunity to examine each house they passed.

Now having returned to the comfort of the homes, it seemed the villagers had wished for nothing more than to turn in for the night. Their homes were darkened, no smoke rose from any chimney indicating they'd even put out the fires within. The window shutters were pulled shut tight and latched. He had little doubt that some had probably taken to barricading their doors. Given the recent events, he couldn't blame them for it.

From the outskirts where the grain storehouse stood through the streets and the village square they moved. The village's small size made his patrol a thankfully short one and before long the pair stood on the opposite side of the hamlet.

Tiberius stood upon a small hill just outside the village. The faithful Guardian Overseer stood at his side.

"This has been a long day," the Dragonoid paused "Let's go home, Yuliana."

"Gladly, my Lord."

Turning away from the village of Carne, Tiberius raised his right hand in preparation to cast a [Gate] spell.

"Wait," a feminine voice disrupted the peace of the night.

The Dragonoid sighed and balefully looked to the heavens above. It was a gesture in much the manner of a "Why Me?"

Turning back around his keen eyes had no trouble spotting the teenage girl rushing towards them.

The girl's long blonde hair trailed behind her as she held her skirt up higher so as to not interfere with her running stride. Up the hill, the girl trod with a wide loping stride.

Cresting the hill the teen paused to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed and her bountiful chest heaved with her exertion. The girl must have run the entire way here without stopping.

"What do you want girl?" Yuliana's sharp tone was jarring to the teen.

"I'm sorry…" the girl panted, "I didn't thank you properly with my parents."

Taking hold of her long skirt Enri performed a low curtsey before the two figures.

"You're welcome, Enri Emmot."

At the sound of her name, the teen rose. "Will you not stay the night? Traveling is dangerous. I am sure that we could find lodgings for you here in the village."

"You are kind, but we must be returning to our own home."

"Oh…"

Enri's tone was one of melancholy. The teenage girl inclined her head as if the ground beneath her feet had become the most interesting thing in the world.

Tiberius eyed the young woman. Her posture spoke measures to him.

"That's not the real reason you came out here, is it?"

"No," Enri hesitated, "You saved the village today. More than that you saved my family. If you hadn't come…my father…my mother…even my sister and I"

The girl's voice broke with a feeling of sorrow she'd been holding back.

"None of us would be here if not for you. And if you leave… What if more come tomorrow, or the day after that, or in the days following that? Can't you stay for the time being."

Across the distance between them, Tiberius could hear the quiet sobs the girl choked back.

"Take this."

Raising her head, Enri looked up with surprise. Through her teary eyes, she gazed up at the silver armoured warrior now standing before her. In silence, he'd closed the gap between them and now stood with arm outstretched before her. Her gaze traced down along his arm to his gauntleted hand which held a roll of paper directed towards her.

"W-what is it?"

"It's a spell scroll," Tiberius pushed his hand closer.

Timidly Enri reached out and took the rolled parchment into her own hand. Holding it close she examined it.

The paper roll wasn't very big perhaps six inches long and little over an inch thick. Bound around the center of the roll was a red ribbon with a wax seal. In the dark, she was unable to make out just what the symbol impressed upon the wax was.

"That particular scroll is a [Message] scroll. Should anything happen you need only to unfurl the paper and recite the word [Message] as inscribed while thinking of me. And with it you can contact me anywhere I may be and I will come to your aid."

Hearing the baritone rumble of the man's voice helped to soothe Enri's fears. Within his words, she could hear the resolution behind them. She knew he was speaking the truth and not just saying this to placate her.

"Though I am leaving I will come back. And when I return I will help to strengthen your village."

"Thank you," her voice wavered, "Thank you, Sir Tiberius."

Tiberius gave the girl a slow nod and turned away.

Enri watched as he raised his right hand and spoke the word [Gate]. To her astonishment, an ovoid portal of darkness materialized. The edges danced with purple flames yet as close as she was, Enri felt no heat emanating from it.

Pulling her gaze from the strange apparition Enri looked to the other two.

A small nod was shared between the armoured pair and the silver-clad warrior's companion stepped through and vanished. Enri watched as he moved towards the portal only to stop. The wolven-like helmet swiveled as he gave her a final look as she stood upon the hill silhouetted by the moonlight. Then just his companion had he stepped through the yawning void and disappeared.

The portal remained a few moments then it too evaporated.

Enri clasped her hands together and held the scroll tightly to her breast. Her eyes stared at the spot where the warrior duo had once been standing before turning to the glittering stars above.

In her youth, when she was no older than her little sister, her father used to tell her stories. Stories of heroic knights clad in shining armour who gallivanted across the lands dispatching evildoers and rescuing fair maidens. She, just like Nemu, took comfort and joy in hearing those tales. Yet as she grew older, Enri learned to look at the world through the eyes of an adult.

Through the years she learned the harsh truth of the world. Things weren't like they were in those stories. Bad things happened to good people. Evildoers weren't always punished and the fair maidens were never rescued.

But today in their darkest hours a knight in shining armour had come. The knight had slain the evildoers and rescued the village just as in those old stories.

Enri smiled to herself. Perhaps there was some truth to those fairytales after all.

With a final glance at the twinkling stars the blonde teenager sighed and began to make her way down the hill.

Down the hill and back towards home, where without a doubt her mother waited for her. She would be getting an earful when she got home. But somehow the thought of a scolding from her mother only made Enri smile more.