Soon Colin, made it to the rest of his unit. He used the payer of courage to settle his nerves when he saw the horde. It was like a sea of rot around the castle. The Dread Lords their master had made an impossibly large moat of death to defend their defiled Cathedral. Even from so far away he could feel their “malevolence.” That’s how the High Commander Ashlan described it. His word for the thing they felt in the pits of their stomachs when they looked in the direction of the enemy stronghold. Power harnessed & distilled for evil, malevolence.
He’d need the prayer now to make sure he didn’t freeze later. The Unit Commanda gave the mission, break down, confirming the rumors that had been circulating before the deployment. Johnathan summoned his Pegasus. Colin said a prayer for flighted and lifted into the air. Mr. Harmen rode on his griffin. One guy even had a wyvern.
They then quickly to the cast side of the fortress over the range of the undead archers. The mounted fliers, defending the others as they made their approach.
Johnathan’s Pegasus smashed through a flying swarm conjured to stop them. The only thing that was fast enough to get in front of him. But he made a path through them and the unit flew through.
Everyone handed hard. while the mounts defended overhead. They all worked together, and they managed to maintain a clear space in the East courtyard. Mopping up the occasional undead and that managed to get past their formation of Holy power. It only took a minute of holding the position for them to accomplish their mission, attracting the attention of one of the Dread Lords. Soon, one Dread Lord appeared to deal with them. He looked every bit what Colin had envisioned. The same feeling of dread he had in his nightmares, when he fell asleep without a payer of peace. A cloak that looked like black mist. Full heavy amor, a dull gray, with black shadowy edges. It’s giant soul blade waiting to mow them all down. Hellfire erupted from his raised hand. Samuel managed to summon his defensive wards in time to save his life, but not his arm. Isacc said a prayer of mercy to help keep him from collapsing due to the shock of blood loss. The wyvern dived to deliver a holy consecrated sting, but the Dread Lord stopped it with his hand, and severed the creature’s physical form with a single stroke of his blade. The unit charged all at once. Colin smiled as he realized that he hadn’t hesitated at all. And he wasn’t panicking as he charged either.
The unit worked together. One would bait the Dread Lord and another would come in to defend the retaliatory stroke. Then another member of the unit would try to attack the opening. Colin went with the plan. Strafing the outer range at the Dread Lord’s sword. The soul blade was the fast. Colin’s attacks, were usually countered and he was battered away. But Colin was able to get his shield back up to take the hit. He would be knocked back toward the mass of zombies and would have to spend a moment fighting his was back to the formation the.
“Just need to hold out a little longer.”
Isaac was thrown out of formation. Colin had to fill in and deliver at least two blows. He rushed forward, the dread lords blade almost caught him in the head, and he was forced to go into a roll.
“Not good I need to keep its attention. I’ll have to risk it.”
Colin went on for the attack one more time, but this time as the enemy pushed him back Colin let himself be pushed out of the range of the sword. He prayed for protection as the Dread Lord. readied a blast of hellfire. As the dark orb flew forward, Coll threw his shield to intercept it. The blast detonated prematurely. The prayer absorbed the indirect force allowing Colin to move into range and thrust his holy blade through the enemy’s hand and arm. At the same time, Colin felt the soul blade pierce through his breast plate into his stomach. Though the pain was intense, Colin felt peace as he fell.
“Guess that’s it for me. Well, not bad for 12 years of life. I did it. Grandfather, just like the stories. A bright light came from the main keep the malevolence of the Dread Lord changed. After a few seconds, he turned his back on the squad and seemed to fade and disappear as he left the courtyard. The Horde in the background fled before the holy auras of the clerics, going out like a receding tide.
Colin felt the pain in his stomach fading. Impossible, but somehow the healing was working on the wound from the soulblade.
“High Commander Ashlan must have done it.” Colin thought. “He defeated the master.” The undead war was over. And Colin would live.