"Let us just keep going," the elder brother said while pushing his brother gently forth sans looking behind. Heading to their steed while the clouds pour them a shower. The winds were strong, striding onto the steed's place shortly and as they ride on the steed they immediately kick their steed's stifle to begin galloping to the castle without Kristinov. Letting themselves soak from the rain, they did not wear their armor before on them ere leaving as a protection but the lady interrupted their sleep and time. "We are almost at the castle!" The mage yelled with his eyes squinching from the raindrops poking his eyes and skin. They see afar a pointy roof above the lookout towers, the marbles were dark as a night, the side has an incline bridge attached to the castle and they glimpse a single lambent light above the tower that has a weird structure than the rest. "I think that is the castle he was talking about!" The elder yelled back at him to hear his words through the sharp raindrops. He nodded fast, the drops from the storm slipping through his chin, letting go of their grip at the end of their hair and then dropping themselves above the brother's shoulder as a tiny explosion occurred above their rinsed joint.
The steed gallops fast as it could, they almost reach the castle just a few gallops away and at last, they can find the Queen as well Aerline. The brothers heed and feel the stroll of their steed getting slower after they supine their heads above to see the castle. It was tremendous, dark paths alongside the castle, it was constructed in a gothic style and muck darker that you see on dark churches, it has a vast mosaic grey and crimson vast windows at the top of the gate and slabs and lastly the opening of the castle were built like a two-layer tough wood that glued one another. "Alright, we should head back, I am not sure if I am prepared or not sure what I am feeling right now," the mage said after the tough storm runs by and now became a drizzle. "Heading back will be a waste of time brother" The elder brother whispered before taking off themselves out of their steed and leaving them behind. "It is quiet here, you certain this is the castle?" The mage asked while both of them hiking on the slight spiky slopes to the gate of the castle. "We will check it out" he replied in a calm voice while moving his head from side to side. The cliff of the mountain was nigh to the castle, the mossy rocks were slightly slippery to stride at another pace to move upward and the drizzle overhead strive to slip them over. "I have a bad feeling about this brother, do you hear that?" The mage said while raising his hand, occurring it near to his ear like trying to give attention to the noise he heeds earlier before asking his brother, and then his brother nodded slowly - he heard it as well.
Both of them step to the last stone, the stood nigh the gate and then both of them grasp a air. As they step into the entrance of the gate, they gape at each other deeply for what will happen beyond the gate if they unlock it wide and so what they did was resting their hand on the gate to push it - they open it slowly simultaneously after counting down in a whisper. Tragically, they heard the buzz sound as they open the gate, and the same buzz they were eager to find what it is because it was bothering them way heretofore when they battle Khuno in the fairyland. They only behold was darkness, the disturbance they heed and therefore they raise their hand to wield their power from Khuno's ambush.
It was merely darkness everywhere, no light and then they strode back. The buzz became so loud, from a murmur to loudness, and their breath quicker as well as their sweat dripping down their body. Both of them were pushed by a gust suddenly as they strode together on the ground, after hearing the buzz evolve into a soft hum not the same as earlier and eventually they bump their head on the rock beneath their skull. "Brother" the mage whispered, panting and moaning from pain. They see was only blurry, a raven hue at the sides of their surroundings and nothing less but befoggy and darkness. They glimpse a purple dim in a nigh range, it was getting bright slight as it gets close and nevertheless fuzzy. The mage pushes his body in reverse, his palm bleeds from pushing too hard, and the drizzle and the sweat kept dripping onto his eyes while he was squinching to gaze at only a blur everywhere. "Brother" the mage whispered once more, his brother was knocked hard on the boulder and he could not feel his brother beside him. The mage attack as Khuno moves closer and closer. Although, he kept dodging it by pushing himself from side to side and the buzz was loud as he execute that. Luckily, the wasps were not with him. The green power he let out from his hand after whispering some like spell, the mist that shaped like an arrow traveling above the air as it lets go out on the string of a bow, within the mist prevail many stars like a twilight shows its beauty overhead and his ability moves fast than the fifth mages strikes. Khuno was hit on the shoulder twice, he hold his groan under his breath, filling both cheeks with his puff and the mage can feel he was hurt. Khuno was ordered not to speak, so he was silent while swerving the mage's attack but his buzz occurred not. The mage kept pushing himself with his left arm while the other kept attacking without noticing he was forthwith nigh the edge of the ground. A virescent venom crawls onto the purple skin, in the middle was swollen and at the end of the venom were crimson dots coated on his skin. He was getting weak after he was struck again but this time - it was hit on the chest.
The purple dim vanishes after the last strike he lets off. He shoves himself to boost his hips to stride onto his elder brother fast. The blurry slightly faded away after he did not behold any purple dim in front of him and darkness beside him. On the other hand, he did not feel the ground now, he slipped and then falls down the slopes. Starting from his head to neck to back - before his knee and ankles. His skin slashes by the tiny pointy rocks on the slope, and he kept rolling down and down. As he lands off the slope, he cannot feel his body from the fall, he could not heal himself without Aerline with his side and the wounds reddened as he move his limbs gently. "Brother, pray thee help me" he whispered - now he close his eyes to nudge the suffering out by mellowing himself down and waiting for his brother to run toward him.
"Kristinov!" The shadow beast yells his name twice as it kept banging the shield to flee out of the cave and to kill the brothers from letting themselves in the castle. Kristinov groaned, he can feel the Daleon blade's poison going deeper into his flesh and scattering the other limbs and skin. He pushes the shadow beast along with his shield forth to protect himself and defend the opening to prevent the beast from going back to the Queen. Kristinov could not keep up from the pain so he yelled before pushing his body onwards to the shadow beast to grab his glaive behind the varmint. The moment he kept pushing, the shadow shove backward, the dust of the verge on each side swaying back and forth smoothly and the dust drifts along the motion like a cascade shifting to fall their water horizontally instead of vertically. He was almost to his sword but the shadow beast pushed it with her but she did not know that. Kristinov believes that he can defeat her so he pushes again and again until he reaches for his darkling sword. He is almost there. After that, he grabbed his sword while he was still lifting his shield upward, the shield extended because the dragon's wings opened it widely to defend the opening after he protect the brother and as he clasps the holder of his glaive - he whispered. The blade becomes fervid, the heat travels to the air that the beast can feel, and then the darkness within the cave was no now murky. The shadow nightmare shriek from the light as Kristinov swings it from side to side. The eyes within the shades were shut, the skull shatters, and then the incarnadine lining alongside the skull became crooked. The beast's scream makes his ear grate from the vibration through the walls, bouncing side to side and up and down. All the strength he saves for the hereafter is currently gone from the poison. He tries to find the Malinor stone that transforms her into a human before he will lose his last breath. "There," Kristinov whispered that he saw the stone he was looking for at last and it was beside him all along where he fought her ere all of his. He smashed it with his blade and then he fainted but before that, he whistled shortly. The beast was vacuumed by the shattered stone trying to clasp something to keep up with the reality and as it dragged down - the beast never stop screaming. The fervid glaive's light went back to its true form, the darkness came back again, and therefore there he lay beside his sword - breathless.
Sometimes he saves people even though he never met Aerline yet, seldom he save the royals and creatures and he saves one of his Queen's allies but nobody cares to save him including who he saves alone. They hate him including Aerline, Jhàrold, the angels as well the brothers - he tries to make everything better from the past mistakes he created. He embarks for hope but he felt nothing but the darkness that the Queen imprecated him with it. Through the decades, he felt he was nothing, he complete his task but nothing happened, he tries to help someone but they hate him, he tries to protect but they stab him in the back and now he is not breathing - still hoping someone will save him or at last, he founds peace.
The battle between the angels and orcs still goes on. Lifeless orcs are stocked up layer by layer, houses are burnt down as well as the trees and there is nothing but gore everywhere they go. Zuopheus were still out there, the angels have not found him yet, however, the angels clear the paths before they take themselves heretofore where they belong after helping their kind. The angels with spears, stab the skull of the orcs to make sure they will never see dawn evermore and before that, they beseech to deliver them to hell. Elàyñiā moved to the Median City after Shanne told her what happened. Shannd and Jhàrold were inside the castle, trying to find the Queen and other guards that endure the turmoil. "Since when was the last time you see your grace before leaving?" Shanne asked, he did not yell to make Jhàrold hear his concern from the other room because it echoes through the room to the hallway. "I do not remember" he replied after strolling out of each room he explore to find his Queen but still has not found her yet. "You must be" Shanne pops his head to the side of the door, his voice echoes so Jhàrold turned around with a stressed face and then he shakes his head unhurriedly.
The orcs were hiding from the angels beneath the burnt houses and some flee out of the war that they did not espy from any angels because they were occupied. The angel with sacred glaives saw a few orcs hiding beyond the boulevards, the orcs fought back but they were doing it incorrectly so they have been stabbed, slowly becoming ash and then they heed the angel's words before they perish. "O God who didst create and redeem thee world with your endorsement, receive our petitions and though we be tied with sins and bound merciless chains, we beseech thee to hear us, thy holy spirit, that we may perfectly love thee, and forgive this foe and all from their sins, thy holy name, through Jesus Christ and our King of Silver City, Amen," the angels said that phrase before they send the lifeless orcs and ogres to peace as well the people who perish from war. The archers shoot some orcs who tried to escape through the head and after that, they pray as well. Afterward, they shoot above with a white ribbon as peace and meant if the place is clear to dwell by humanity before going back to their home. Limited orcs withstand the attack from the angel, they scatter to find orcs and hence they force them to move to the middle of the kingdom to summon the great lightning upon them just for once. The three angels found eight orcs devouring their kind beneath the house, the belly and chest were slit open, blood everywhere and they all stares at each other before leading them out to perish from the angel who will summon the remarkable power. They poke their skin to move fast while their hand is on the front below their belly. The orcs felt a sting as they pry it, the angels drift while leading them forth to their demise destination more like it, and letting all the orcs come together before striking them with the lightning. The angels sighed that the monsters they will fight were less than a thousand.