Chapter 13 - 11.5: Ren Restes, Hero of the Apocalypse
As the smoke cleared, all eyes locked on the blood-soaked Ren at the center of the chamber.
Ren Restes lay motionless, his staff broken beside him, his robes shredded and soaked in crimson. Ice shards jutted from the ground around him, and a pool of blood spread slowly beneath his body.
Silence gripped the battlefield.
Allen lowered his hands, chest heaving as he whispered, "It’s... over,"
Commander Darius exhaled, his grip on his great sword loosening. Romeo sheathed his sword
But then.
"STOP!" A voice rang out from the far end of the chamber. All heads turned. It was Priest Jarek, once unconscious from the earlier skirmish, now stood. His robes were torn,and his face is pale.
He shouted, "He isn’t a witch and more importantly, you’re all being deceived! That’s not Ren!"
Confusion rippled through the knights.
Allen frowned. "What are you talking about? We saw him fall."
Jarek stepped forward, his hand glowing faintly with divine light. "I felt it the moment I awoke. A powerful illusion magic but it wasn’t a magic from a witch, woven so subtly it bypassed even our senses. But not the divine sight."