"We do not have to fight, Fenock" a deep accent he heard before it strides nearer to him. "I want you to have peace than fighting against each other" it added one more as he began to raise his body by pushing himself while the brothers were still asleep peacefully.
The voice was fading in the end, a slightly deep voice with an accent can create a soft roundelay lullaby and from a short distance he can heed it softly but as the shade gets closer - it was getting louder.
"Do you want Aerline Lynx back, Fenock?" She said, raising her voice in the end but at first, it was soft - he can imagine she was smiling.  "If you want her so bad, why do not you just give your power to our Queen and we will give your maiden back, simple as that dear" she offered a trade so they can finish the war - that is what he thinks but he never trust any one of the Queen's allies since he did not meet Aerline yet. Kristinov stepped onto the shade slowly while raising his hand to pull out his finger to touch the shade. His glaive was always with him except for his shield though.
"Not speaking? You want this in a more difficult than the gullible way?" She asked but it was getting deeper, making him shudder slightly from a chilling and alluring voice at the same time, and thus the shade shoved away from him as he tries to snatch it with his hand. Kristinov yet did not answer. "Well, after this moon, you know what will happen," she said as the shade bounced up and down gently, at the end of its tip - there is a speck of dust falling beneath the end like a cascade. The shadow can block the moonlight with its deep hue. "Speak up, you have a mouth to do that Fenock, if you commit not like speaking, there is no chance you will fight yourself back for the words you may thought is a lie and embarrassing, how will you defend yourself, answer the concerns and bother and they commence to pinning you as a no mouth person," she said while blocking the moonlight ahead the opening of the cave where they stay. The shade was getting bigger, he did not expect that at all and then he settle his arm down to fetch the holder of his glaive slowly. He can only listen to the snoring from the brother, smooth winds crashing one another, pushing against his skin and hair, and the voice of a woman. As he takes out his sword - the shade disappeared after blinking once. The light from the moon poured in through the darkness, and the flash from his blade appeared suddenly making it look like a star afar the horizon.
"Where are you?" Kristinov wanders his eyes around while holding the glaive with his both hand clutching the holder tightly. "At last he spoke" the woman's voice came back after getting his glaive but the shadow was not with him, either forth and behind. As he turns aside where he stands. A woman's face popped out right onto his face, showing a slight curl upon her lips and then he looks down to see her hand on his knuckles. Her nails impaled into his knuckles but he did not move - just even a single motion. He can feel the pain but he forces himself to gaze at her so he can remember her face. "I said I do not like fighting, Fenock" she said with a smile, grinning her teeth from wrath, bringing up her brows to stretch out to the scalp - dying to meet him. "I have heard many aspects about you," she said in a tone that was shaking from glee and wrath, blending its emotion simultaneously to wreath around her smile as well as pinching her nails onto Kristinov's knuckles so he will never attack her with his strong blade. "What do you want from me?" Kristinov asked emotionlessly as per usual.
"You, I want you and I want you to stop your stupidity for ruining our empire" she whispered, letting her nails out of his skin and then licking it shortly - eventually she smiled again. "You devil first before me" Kristinov speak back in a whisper, closing his face onto hers, and then puts his glaive down while both of them glare upon each other with wrath. Kristinov swings his glaive from downward to upward after tossing his glaive to his other hand to swing it over. The lady dodged it by bending her torso shortly and then drifting her body aside. Therefore, Kristinov swings again and again but the lady kept dodging it from side to side and bending herself under the blade. "Me turn?" The lady asked before she twirl her wrist - after she perform that, the Daleon Blade suddenly appeared into her palm. The long nails wrapped around the dagger, and the shade behind sudden appeared after she summoned the dagger to hold with it and she move the dagger back and forth saying "Looking for these?".  Kristinov was stunned to see the blade in her mischievous hand.
The lady began to swing her leg to boot the blade out of his grip as this is a chance to battle while he was startled by the Daleon Blade. Kristinov grabbed her leg even though his eyes did not glimpse from a sudden attack but gazing at the dagger. The lady attempts to stab the side of his thigh using the cursed dagger or the deadly blade. Kristinov swings his sword immediately right to her leg to cut it into two. But the lady pulled her keg out of his grip and the she bend again as Kristinov swing again as a slippery snake slithered away from the attack. Unfortunately, he was stabbed in the thigh after the lady moved forth after bending herself. Kristinov swings again but she shoves and then moves stride onward again to stab this time right into the side of his abdomen. Kristinov kept swinging his blade but she kept dodging it fast from side to side, back and forth, and lastly bending herself like it was her kinda thing to dodge easily. Kristinov whispered onto his blade and the lady know what he was doing so, therefore, she attempts to stab the dagger into his flesh before getting stabbed by his sharp fervid blade. She split herself to kick his feet so she can slip him after she waited to swing his glaive another swing and there another one.
"Hello?!" Shanne yelled twice after entering the gates of Heloureout. He only saw a mist below him and emptiness. The door and windows are fully shut, no torches lit alongside the path, and neither single person wandering around but only him.  "Are you truly an angel?" He asked Elàyñiā while she wander her eyes around the place, she know this kingdom was not like this before meanwhile, Shanne asked her who she really is. Shanne flees because of her. He was imprisoned in the dungeon before all the crisis happened between the princess and the villains breaking into the throne room.
The goddess with a whip fought her ere letting Shanne flee out of the slammer. "Humans know anything about us, why don't your try to figure it out what I am, Willow" The angel kindly let out with a smile while both of them stroll ahead to the castle. "That is why I am asking you eh but anyways I thank you once more for saving me life there," Shanne said. The Angel bowed only her head, her wings folded into her back, crashing against each other gently and settling her both hands at the back of her.
"My parents used to bring me here since I was little, staring more swords, animals, and herbs" He drifted his hand horizontally at every house. The boulevard is empty as well, less trees stood forth every house, nothing but like abyss and mist lurking upon the kingdom. "How kind of them, your mother is not precisely a housewife, am I correct?" The angel smiled. Shanne nodded up and down slowly while his other brow raised from awe. "How do you know about that?" He asked - they still walk above the path to the castle after passing Jhàrold's sylvan house. "I know your parents since they were little or prevailed born into the world, you have your mother's eyes while the hair you got it from your father's, they are absolutely adorable like you since, they love to go outside even though it is night time, they linger as the moon rises as well during sunrise and they are truly obsessed with vegetables, correct?" She explained it all while Shanne glued his eyes upon her, hearkening to every word she say, and in the end, he was amazed that her mother tells about that before he leaves his home to move out to Median as a blacksmith.
As they enter the castle, they only behold dead bodies and more silence. "Jhàrold is here" Elàyñiā whispered through the emptiness, ichor and silent winds coming in uninvited. "Who is Jhàrold? Friend of yours" Shanne asked while looking around his iris beyond the castle while striding their feet onto the stairs to get onto the throne room and each room of the castle. "A crapulent and loyal knight" She answered. All of the sudden, they heard a loud raid horn - it was coming from outside. "What is that?!" Shanne yelled while shoving his body in reverse. As the angel stride forth to take herself outside again but the moment she did that she glimpse Jhàrold in flawless timing on a path to downstairs. "What a coincidence," Jhàrold said with a grin after he sighed in relief - gazing at her up and down only with his eyes. "The villagers, where are they?" The angel asked while raising her glaive that glowed from an incoming danger that will arise upon the kingdom. "I march them out of their home for their own safety to the forest where I will meet them," Jhàrold said with a stressful smile he can show. "Do not worry about it,  the forest is on the east side of the south and they know about it, who is this pal of yours, angel as well?" After he let out the truth about h where he led the villagers - he asked while moving onto Shanne's eyes to glare at it with a confused smile.
"This is no good! We have to move!" Shanne runs to the exit of the castle and then he pants every pace as he runs without them neither a weapon with him. As Shanne stood out of the castle, afar he saw the torches again like the last time and therefore he yelled to call the angel and Jhàrold to move faster. "How are we gonna fight them just a three of us?" Elàyñiā asked. "I have the armies that left here while the others escort the villagers out because I told them so" Jhàrold pointed his finger at each boulevard of the kingdom. "They are slight hundreds of them, how many you have saved there for this?" Shanne asked. "Too bad they are only seven of us" Jhàrold sighed after saying those unfortunate words. "Those six men and us can fight together and not only me" Elàyñiā raise her sword to the air and a sudden beacon was summoned right in front of them. The beam gleam the gloomy kingdom and the sky change its appearance from night to morrow. Both Shanne and Jhàrold drop their jaw from how beautiful the beacon is, the light slams the darkness overhead, the dust appearing out from the beam scatters onto the ground, and the stars above have been blocked their glow from the beacon's gust pushing the mist aside to block the twilight away and the beacon was bright blue like a morning that is why it changes fast from evening to morrow all of a sudden. Their body shoves backwards as the gale from the beacon forcefully push them but they try to resist it by blocking their eyes with their hand and walking forth to the light. "What in the crisis am I seeing right now?!" Jhàrold yelled as the beacon still lit up to the sky, the gloom pathway lit from the brightness of the vast beacon and the angel still hold it after she penetrate the blade into the telluric where she stood to summon the other angels to protect the kingdom at all cost as well the others.
The ogres began to throw their boulder from the catapult they carry all the way here and the orcs commenced to throw a spear with a flame within the blade to scorch the houses down - yet did not know the villagers were not inside. After they hurl anything they wield - the beacon came across vertically in front of their eyes with astonishment and confusion. The orcs and ogres halt their marching and what they are doing - waiting for the orders from Zuopheus. The goddesses were not on their side from now on. The orcs kept asking what it is but none of it is been answered by the general and leader of the raid - they are surprised as well. The blaze spread their destruction beyond the kingdom and at last, the beacon disappeared after several angels descend and then they flap their wings to balance their bodies while holding their bows, glaive, and spear. "Holy Spirit" Shanne whispered while laying his both hand on top of his head. Zuopheus drop his hand vertically after raising his hand to wait for his army for the signal. "Onslaught" he whispered and then the general of the orcs blow his horn to let the orcs run over the pathway and kill anyone if they catch a glimpse of a person. They galloped and therefore destroyed the trees, towers, houses, and everything they did in the last kingdom - they will commit it again and again.
Elàyñiā screamed at the top of her lungs as she drifted high to fly onwards and then pointed her glaive upon the orcs she will battle against it along with the angels she calls utilizing the beacon. The angels flying steady up high, intending to impale their spears and arrows into the head of a foe. Once they did that they will do it again, the others with a glaive jog forth to the orcs to swing their holy blade to slash their skin and then let it burn within a second. They swing their white blade, kicking the orcs before they swing it tough to the neck, dodge it by flying high, and then rush downwards to stab the orc with their blade vertically - starting from the skull to bottom until their flesh exploded with their blade. Angels don't die until a sacred sword like Pendragon's sword slivers their skin and they can perceive the pain like mortal feel. Other archers aim one of the orc's heads, chest, and shoulder while ogres shoot bullseyes into their visions to halt them from eradicating the kingdom. Some orcs hit one of the angel's wings to stop them from flying and together they will smash their body until it smashed like stepping on clay many times.
Jhàrold swings his hammer, twirling his body to hit myriad orcs and smash their body into the ground like a fruit dressing. He dodges by moving aside and reversing before striking back with his hammer. He moves from side to side while bending his knee to aim onto the feet so he can slip them and then smash them right into their skull or other limbs to grate their bones. Therefore he did it again and again but he honestly loved it while Elàyñiā did the same thing except she stab them. Elàyñiā penetrates the orc's chest and then lifts it strongly to make it a shield to slash more orcs - after that, she prayed in yell for some strength to create like a lambent light to burn their skin like a vampire sees a light from their window. After she makes them explode, a wind with a blend of white dust from the abrupt outburst pushes the orcs and then the angel swings her glaive to strike - borrowing the explosion as a distraction. She flew and then drop herself, putting her blade in front of her as she push her arms forth to stab more orcs. The other angels with spears throwing their spears at the orc running to the castle, he pulls his arm, steadying his sight, clasping the spear tightly, he beseeches under his breath and then lets it take off onto his grip after throwing it hard while his wings flap to push him forth like giving him a kind of boost.
The orc he intends to shoot upon it has been stabbed into the chest, and at the back of it his spear travel through its flesh to the crust that reached from a far distance. The spear gets out of the orc's flesh to go back to who wields the spear thenceforth the orc died shortly. The angel with a spear performed what he did last time to eliminate more orcs. Angels with bows kept pulling their string with an arrow hiked on their fingers to pull it and then let it leave of it after concentrating on who they will aim - they move hastily. Warriors with glaives, flapping their wings ahead to push the orcs that carried many stones to shove afar and then the other angels who not flapping their wings charge themselves to cut the orc's heads off while the winds pushing the orcs so they will stay where they stood. The angels that Elàyñiā summoned were helping each other as brothers and sisters. They are invincible. Shanne was inside the castle, guarding it along with the other guards that were left behind. Zuopheus and the general of the orcs hide beyond the darkness, watching their army vanish fast and they behold glints everywhere from the angels in the middle of the night when the war occurred. They see flames, dead orcs, and sacred white flashes like the glints of a cockcrow. They observe how their orcs can be weak and some moment is not. The angels were slightly struggling to slay all the ogres, so what they did was point their blades at them to summon what Elàyñiā did to Rose Lady she fought before all of this and then they turn to ash like the power of a mighty god-like Thor.
They flee the children and women within the rusty cages before summoning the great fulguration to make that happen they flap their wings again, shooting with more arrows and spears. The sharp tip of the blade of arrows and spears impaled the ogre's skin, making them groan from misery, as their blades thrust through their skin and they felt a sting of a bee or a needle that poking it hundreds of times. Letting them fall before freeing the prisoners that the ogres took from the two kingdoms previously. Zuopheus push the orcs aside along with the beast he riding on. Leaving the orcs dead, he gallops to the castle and attempts to slay a single angel with his blade that can weaken an angel's perchance. As some angels strive to shoot the rare foe, they kept shooting until they get shot by their hallowed arrows and unfortunately Zuopheus blocked every single arrow that they throw with his great shield-like Kristinov's. Even a spear could not impale through the shield. It was structured like a strong ornament that has many layers within it and black iron as well that sharpened like a drip stone at every side of it. Skull of a vestal child on the middle of the shield, crimson lines alongside of the skull and it prevail big same as Kristinov's although Zuopheus has the bigger one but they have the same use of it. The arrows kept falling beneath the shield and the beast - in the end, the beast he rides on was stepping on them like no arrows can possibly shoot him from the shield. The warrior angel flaps its wings onto Zuopheus but they are held many stones to push by his gust hence the beast leaps high to lay its claws above the angel - and so forth Zeouphus can stab the exposed limbs that were not shielded by its armory. As Zuopheus stab the angel into the chest hard, the angel could not believe that his sword stabbed through the chest plate, and as he takes it out fast the beast fell to land on the ground while the angel slowly vanishes away. "Vesuel" Elàyñiā whispered after she beholds what happened to him as well as the other angel, they yelled and then slain more orcs from wrath.
The body of Vesuel became ashes vanishing his tanned skin, more like a magma that became, below where they angel stood - the telluric formed a vine to crawl below him to pull him under and after all, he dies out but his glaive stayed in their reality. Now they all know that Zuopheus has the blade that can impel them to hell and the blade forged in inferno. No blade of mortal nor creatures can do that nothing like Zuopheus's darkling glaive. The beast scamper over the glaive from Vesuel and then it shatters like a torn glass it is because the one who wields the glaive evolved as a demon anyhow. Zuopheus laughed, commanding his beast to do it again by saying "That was a terrific feeling Azazel, I choose you to do it again and it will be my pleasure to send them a new home". The beast runs faster to leap high as it glimpses another angel with this spear this time. The angel with a golden spear named Zurachiel, one of the angels that operated to shelter the Silver gate since and he pull his arms to aim at the chest of the beast as long the beast spread its limb after hopping high. The spear is been thrown right into the chest, on the other hand, Zuopheus stands and therefore leaves his body onto his beast to stab it into the shoulder - he uses his beast as an asynchronous strike. Zurachiel did not perish but turned into one of the blade's creations like what happened to Vesuel. The beast stands up slowly while the blood from him drips like tears. Zuopheus takes out the spear from the beast's chest, the spear turned to ashes but the beast was healed instead of dying from the scary spear.
The wound from the beast did not fully heal but he can run ahead to the castle and slay more angels. Jhàrold swing his hammer but he slams the shield of the orc so after that strike - the orc attacked by pushing his shield onto Jhàrold's aside from that he was good at moving his weight from side to side. Jhàrold breath in and then twirl his body to knock the orcs beside him, behind him, and in front using his muckle hammer as he did earlier. Elàyñiā pointed her glaive to the orcs that are crowded like people crossing the streets on Time Square and from there on a tremendous lightning strike above them to eliminate the lesser fifty orcs. She prayed again shortly to charge forth to the other orcs that withstand the lightning or beside the fifty orcs that did not include to be slammed by the lightning she summoned once. All angels can do that but they will never do that besides twice in a day and they have to endure another day to summon like Elàyñiā did like they need a recharge. The angels kept doing what they are meant to do. Others is been sent to hell by Zuopheus's blade by stabbing their neck and torso while the others survived from him and killed plenty of orcs and ogres. The pregnant women and children are sheltered by the three angels nigh the exit of the kingdom. Orcs could not defeat the angels, even a spear and boulder with flame could not weaken them - they only snatch and carry the boulder like paper that we crumpled into a circle. As a consequence, what they did was trying to flee their lives from this turmoil but they have been slain by the angels shortly after. Orcs died from being hit by one of the hallowed arrows right into their chest, back, and mostly on the skull.  The foes have been ravaged by their ally which is the ogres it happened by cause of that they have been blinded by the lights, a spear impaled into their sights, and suffering from the sting of the touch from the holy blade. Zuopheus was aiming the weakest angels he can get at before the rest that he was slightly endeavoring to slay like the other with glaives and spears.
The lady woke the brothers after she got slammed on the rocks, strangling Kristinov with her thighs that were wrapped with shadows like a sabaton and she prevail on top of him, his neck was wrapped with her tough thigh while pounding his fist above her shin and knee. Shoving his body so he can rail *against* her onto the rocks behind him. The lady lay both hands on the side of his skull to push it against her palm, squeezing it like trying to break a boiled egg or maybe a hard rock she strives to break. Kristinov groaned from pain, he can feel her bare hands trying to crack his skull so he shove himself harder in reverse more than thrice but he could not get rid of her like a tick sucked onto the fur of a dog. The mage strike after he raises his body fast to check what is going on as well as his elder brother. The lady pulls Kristinov's aside to use him as a shield, Kristinov was hit so he got knocked out and then the lady gets off him to grab the dagger beneath them by dropping herself and tumbling within a second along with her shadow following her motion.
Afterward, she grabbed the dagger and then gyre it around before she stabbed Kristinov. She kept dodging the mage's strike by splitting her legs on the ground, leaping high, moving aside from his continuous strikes, and tumbling again and again. As she stab Kristinov while he was laying on the ground after getting hit by the mage. The blow only lasts for a minute but the lady moves hastily than them that Kristinov was impaled in one of his weapons. "Kristinov!" The mage yelled and then attempt to attack once more but his ability was recharging from evaporating his strength from wrath and tiredness. The lady laughed and then his brother move in front to protect his brother. He summoned his blue shield with tiny lightning within the bubble after the lady turned herself into a shade beast. The lady tears her mouth by pulling her oral commissure, before the skin, and then plenty of darkness from inside of her flees out of her mouth fast - striding forth to the brothers. 
They bang themselves to break in to devour the brothers like a black hole in the galaxy desiring to wear down many of its surroundings. They move to the exit slowly while watching the horror outside of the protection, a dark mist filled with many skulls that were devoured previously that is now a soul imprisoned within the shade and it has many eyes that scatter enclosed by the opaque.
The brothers saw Kristinov shielding them as they step out of the cave, the shade was still following them, and they see him bleeding and vines of poison wrapped on his skin. "Go" Kristinov whispered his last words before they will move out while shielding them with his shield he pick up after the lady turned herself into a monster. The brothers take themselves out of the cave while Kristinov forces himself to protect the brothers as he takes out all his strength. The shadow beast kept poking their head onto the shield, shoving Kristinov as the shadow beast push it tough and the more she did that the more Kristinov will bleed.