Chapter 503: Battle Of Dura [6 Last Part]
Nephis’ bodyguard, a towering man clad in titanium-forged armor, approached Yuna with a heavy, thunderous gait. His mere presence seemed to silence the chaos around him. The steel plates of his armor clinked with every step, his helm shaped like an eagle’s skull giving him the aura of an executioner from the old world.
Yuna, her body still sore from the earlier burst of flame, didn’t even flinch. Instead, she simply chuckled, quiet and breathless, as the hulking man came closer. His gauntleted hand reached down, drawing the longsword from the scabbard at his waist with a cold, whispering hiss.
The blade, broad and silver-edged, gleamed under the grey sky like a crescent of judgment.
With no resistance, Yuna dropped to her knees, lifting her face to the heavens as though searching for something above. The bodyguard towered over her like a judgment given form, sword raised high like the blade of a headsman moments before the fall.
Then the sky split.
A blinding flash of lightning cracked across the heavens, tearing the sky open with a deafening roar. From that sundered sky came rain, not a drizzle, nor a storm, but a downpour so heavy it was as though the world itself was weeping.
But even more disturbing than the rain was what followed. The ground trembled. Subtle at first, just a ripple beneath the knees, but then stronger, angrier, like something was stirring deep beneath the soil. The trembling spread like a heartbeat, faster, closer.
The bodyguard hesitated. Then, slowly, like a ripple of panic, hundreds of soldiers turned.
And they saw it.
Bursting through the storm mist came the Heavy Cavalry, the Bladebreakers. Towering riders clad in layered armor as dark as night, mounted on monstrous white wolves that snarled and snapped with fury in their eyes. The wolves were massive, easily the size of horses, their fur covered with armour, their breath rising like smoke in the chill air.
At their head rode a figure in night-black armor, darker than a starless void. His pauldrons curved like a wolf’s head, and a crimson plume rose from his helm like fire licking the sky. He sat astride the largest wolf of them all, a beast that could have trampled siege towers.
And above them, fluttering viciously against the storm winds, were the black flags of the Bladebreakers, each bearing the white fanged sigil of their order, mounted on spear-sharp poles that swayed like executioner’s axes.