Moments later, we were galloping towards Terin, the excitement of the race palpable among my knights. They were still competing against each other for the title of first to arrive, their laughter echoing through the air. I looked back, shaking my head and rolling my eyes at the sight of my elite knights behaving like children, racing each other instead of focusing on the task at hand. *I can't believe these are the elite knights, behaving like children* I thought with a chuckle, *at least the difference is that they're not causing trouble, right?* Yet, as we continued our gallop towards Terin, I saw their faces go pale on the sight before them. "What, did you see a ghost?" I asked them, mocking their pale faces, as the atmosphere shifted dramatically in a strange way. A scent of smoke began to fill the nostrils, and a dark began blocking the bright light. I turned my head around as I followed where they were looking, then saw it... Black smoke was rising ominously, twisting and curling into the sky, blotting out the sun and casting a shadow over the landscape. I realized this wasn't a good sign, not good at all. "Oh, my God," I murmured, my voice barely audible against the roaring wind as my eyes widened. My heart raced, and a chill ran down my spine as dread settled in my gut before holding my horse bridle firmly. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" I urged my horse, desperation fueling my commands. He responded instantly, galloping faster than ever, the ground shaking beneath us as the sound of its hooves against the ground became aggressive and quicker. The distance between us and my knights widened as the chaos of the impending battle filled the air. As Terin town came into view, what I witnessed was a nightmare come to life: flames licked at the buildings, and terrified townsfolk ran through the streets, their screams piercing the air like arrows. Without hesitation, I nudged my horse's belly with my ankle, sprinted forward, and collided with the Dumine knights. My sword danced through the air, each swing fueled by anger and fear, as I fought to protect the innocent lives in my path. The sound of clashing swords and cries of battle filled the air, drowning out all other thoughts. My troop soon joined me, their fierce loyalty evident as they fought tooth and nail against the overwhelming Dumine army, as we were unbeatable in the battle. But despite our best efforts, we were outnumbered, the tide of battle turning against us as my knights began to fall. As I fought on, breathless and desperate, I realized with a sinking heart that I was becoming the last line of defense. The weight of my responsibility bore down on me, and I pushed myself harder, determined to protect Terin and its people. But with each passing moment, my strength waned, and my vision began to blur. The screams of the townsfolk echoed in my ears, the horror of the scene before me becoming unbearable. Just then, a heartbreaking cry pierced through the chaos - a child's scream. I turned, my heart dropping as I witnessed a scene that I would never witness again: a little child, no older than five, falling victim to the brutality around us, I stopped at the sight. Suddenly arrows rained down upon me, piercing through my chest and shoulders before I could react. Pain erupted in my body, and I felt myself losing strength, as I looked around me as the world around me was fading to darkness. I felt myself fall in slow motion, and there I knew one thing: I was dead; as my body hit the ground with a thud, my muscles began to relax slowly as the battle raged on around me. My vision blurred, and as I struggled to stay conscious, I saw him - Hades, the Dumine king, approaching me slowly while clapping with a malevolent grin. "Well well, Look who got defeated, The Great Knight of Asgartia. You fought well, but unfortunately, your story ends here" he sneered, and just like that, everything went dark, and the last thing I heard was a yell.