"Heh..."
Jayce shot from the ground in a forceful leap, causing deep cracks to split the ground as he bounded upward. In a fluid motion lasting less than a second, he had the giant blade drawn and raging towards Zeros' head from above...
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The wyvern riders were taken completely by surprise by the psi army. Attempting to scramble into battle positions, they began to swoop down upon the enemy head on from above, spewing acid, fire, and ice.
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"The sword... where is the final piece to the puzzle?"
Iduran struggled in the air, but could not fight the dark mist and the Emperor's grip.
"I'll... never tell!"
"You don't have to..."
Retan brought the old knight closer to him, placing his gloved left hand on Iduran's skull...
"Unhand me!"
"Hmmm.... yes... the sword... your family heirloom... you always trusted it in battle... but you knew we wanted it... you knew it had some sort of power... so you... gave it away? His name is... Duilin..."
Iduran gasped as the Dark Emperor read his mind... He continued...
"Duilin, traitor of the Dark Empire... my, how trusting... Hmmm... You were separated... You made it back... but someone else now has the sword... who... who is it...?"
Iduran panicked... Don't think of anyone!
Iduran remembered a time long ago... When he was young, he once lost the sword after a long battle. His father was furious at him... he remembered the confusion, the anxiety, the uncertainty he fealt while the blade was missing...
"Confusion... fear...? Who? WHO? ............ Hmmm... you don't have a clue do you?"
Retan dropped the old knight, who fell to the floor gasping. He turned away.
"How... unfortunate of you to lose your most prized possession..."
Iduran struggled to his knees. To his right was the table bearing the five collected weapons...
"Faces... I saw faces when I looked into you mind. Perhaps these people know where your sword is..."
Out of breath, Iduran stumbled for the table. He collapsed just before it, outstreatching his right hand which fell upon the top. Grab something--- anything! His hand found the handle of one of the shinning weapons...
"NEVER!!!!"
With all his might, he threw himself in the opposite direction, towards the Dark Emperor. The weapon his hand found was a long spear, beautifully ornate just like his sword, only this one's gem was a deep blue, which was glowing brightly...
"Huh?"
"NYAAHH!!!"
The old knight jammed the blade into the emperor's side, cutting straight through his armor and magical defenses... Retan stooped in pain...
"Gyah--!! You... insolent...!!!"
The Dark Emperor grabbed the shaft of the spear with both hands and angled it up, striking Iduran in the chin and knocking him down. He removed the blade. Crimson blood dripped on the ground...
"You shall suffer dearly for that!!"
Iduran leapt up, ready for a second charge. But a cold black wind blew around Retan... Thusting both hands forward, the Dark Emperor threw bolt after bolt of dark thunder at the old knight, who was totally defenseless...
Screaming in pain, Iduran was thrown against the opposite wall, some 50 feet away... Pinned by the dark power, he mutter under his breath as the Dark Emperor slowly advanced.
"Zeros'... Scorch... Duilin... Haraldur... it's... up... to you..."
An orb of darkness formed in the emperor's right hand as he advanced... Halfway to Iduran, he tossed it at the old knight. The wall was engulfed in black flame, the explosion, punching a humongous hole in the wall, killed the last hero of Romme instantly...
Alas, it is too late for the nation of Romme... but what fate awaits those who fight for the rest of the world...?