A place far away from our loved hero's was a land where freedom and justice were upheld to upmost max. Peace was everywhere. The grass swayed back and forth in the hills, the cows mooed on the farms, the birds sang their happy yet lovely songs. Yet peace didn't last forever, wars broke out and death was inevitable. Somewhere within this country a battle took place, bloody and unpredictable. Two figures stood on a large plains field where fire and brimstone were. Soldiers were dying left and right and nobody could stop it. The monsters or rather the soldiers of one of the two figures fought the mortal enemies. The first figure, a man with white hair cladded in silver armor carrying a long, glowing great-swords. The other figure, a man dawned from head to toe in large grey bulky armor with golden lining. Some parts even glowed with green pulsing energy. The armor was hulking and monster like in appearance with sharp talons at the tips of his fingers. The helmet had two long stretching horns and a carved roaring mouthing at the front. His eyes glowed bright green with black pupils that stared down at his opponent. He too also held a great-sword. The two figures clanged their swords together and the true battle started. They stepped two meters apart from each other, giving space as the slaughter around them continued on without notice. The two figures then charged at each other, each at blinding speeds not normal for human eyes. The white haired man raised his sword and swung with a large slash of crackling energy escaping from it and heading towards the horned beast. The armored man dodged and swung his sword twice with one hand, sending two large energy slashes and the white figure dodged with ease, but at the cost of killing many of his soldiers. The white figure cursed under his breath, sword clashing with the armored figure. "Sacrifices are made to win wars, commander." The armored figure said as they clashed again with the white haired being pushed back by a strong back stroke. "You don't get the right of calling me that, IMK." The silver clad yelled back with anger as he swung and blocked on coming sword strokes. The armored figure stayed silent and continued his onslaught of strokes. The Commander dodged most of the attacks with some difficulty, he even had to barely move sideways to avoid getting cut in half. Losing more soldiers in the process, their body's either getting split or lose of the limbs and bleeding to death. Most bled to death while getting devoured by the beasts they fought, painful but effective leaving only bones on the battlefield. "Tch! I'll end you, Glut." The White commander was whispered under his breath as the sword in his palms lit up with fire. He swung two carefully prepared strokes that were made in blinding precision making it hard to dodge. Glut, the armored man, easily dodge while laughing his head off. "This sure is fun. Let take it up a notch." Glut said as he slammed his sword into the ground causing the ground within a 500 square miles to break and crack open. Large black gapping holes appear on the ground causing lava to spew out. Glut cackled with delight, pulling out the sword and dash forward towards the surprised commander with such speed it destroyed the ground beneath him. The commander, however, was ready for this and he to dashed forwards. Glut was surprised by this action and tried to attack but suddenly felt something sink into his chest — a sword. Long, heavy yet double edged sharp like a knife. The commanders great-sword. "Oh. How interesting." Glut said calmly as he punched the white haired man in the chest sending him flying across the battlefield into a large wall of a mountain. The impact was tremendous, cracks start to spread and large pieces of the boulder started to fall down like bricks. Glut was pissed. How he land that attack? Should not have been possible. In fact it was close to impossible as they were almost on the same level of power.
As these thoughts went by inside Glut's head the mountain was suddenly slashed into pieces in an instant firing debris's onto the landscape below. The white haired commander was standing in the middle. His face calm and serious as he appeared before Glut in a blink, slashing his body in instantaneous bursts. But Glut could see these attacks and struck back with more power. The sounds of clashing swords echoed from country to country. Several hundred if not thousands of swords strikes were made in each passing second. The ground around began to crack and break as a small mini circle appeared that surrounded them. This dent on the earth grew bigger and bigger by the minute and finally something happened. The commanders swords was ripped free from his grasp as Glut laughed. Glut stuck his sword in the ground, leaving it as he punched the other man's face. A loud boom was heard from all across the field. Then the shockwave came and it blew up fifty square miles of terrain. The commander was stunned and he almost lost consciousness. Another blow struck him in the gut. Blood spewed out from his mouth making a small puddle. Glut was growing more powerful. Each resounding hit made shockwaves. The earth shook and feared him with every landing blow. Mountains, large masses of lands and hills that stretch up for miles on end. Their bulky and dense with lots of minerals. They are seen as monuments of nature, the behemoths of the earth. They seemed so ancient they people wouldn't dare or even believe that it was possible to slice a mountain in two. Or even punch a mountain. One mountain within this war was tall and more stronger then the rest. Reaching impossible heights that touches the earth atmosphere, making it to the top without dying was impossible. It was call "The Tomb of the keep." A fortress that could never be destroyed or reached. Glut, or better known as "The Immortal Devourer." Punched the commander into this mountain creating a large city-like crater. "Is this all you have to offer, hero?" Glut mused as he slashed his brought his fist down with blinding speed for his build and destroying the entirety of The Tomb of the keep. Glut raised his hands, clasping them together and being it down for another killing blow. But the Commander stopped it with two hands that held Gluts arms. "I won't let anymore of my people die here. Here, Immortal Devourer. You will die for good." The commander said as he a large bright aura surrounded him. Red, blue, gold, dark grey and purple. These colors represented the white haired man's power. "How many blessings from the gods do you have?!" Glut exclaimed with excitement as he watched the man he considered a rival now stand stronger then ever. "I don't know, but I know that's it's enough to defeat you." The commander said with a calm smile as within not even a second. Glut felt several if not millions of blows had collided with his body. "Impossible. They gave you the time blessing?" Glut said with astonishment that quickly turned into anger. As he glared at his rival. How dare they betray me! Leave me! Treat me like trash! Those cursed gods will pay! "Devourer." Glut said as lang flesh like tentacles sprang out from his back. Their red flesh that wiggled and twisted with squelching of fluids and blood quickly become silent as they became blackened with char. Large mouths wriggled their ways towards the tip and roared with screams of agony and pain. They then started to swirl around, eating specific dead soldiers with sigils and symbols. Power started to surge greatly into Glut and his fists started to glow with a dark purple haze that looked unstable as it was striking the ground around him and tearing at his armor. "You know, I can't keep calling you Commander. Your not worthy of the title to me." Glut said with hatred burning in his green eyes. The black pupils burning brightly as large flame like energy spewed out from his eyes and into the air like a cloud of smoke. "If only I had the time blessing, then I wouldn't have made any of my prior mistakes." Glut thought calmly with a soft mental chuckle. Maybe dying won't be so bad if he doesn't think of the mistakes he made.
After several minutes of thought and thinking Glut clenched his fists and dashed forward, the ground becoming a long orange-red line as the shockwave came after seconds after. It seemed like he teleported and appeared before the commander. "My name? It's Caspio re Marada. The saint knight of the kingdom Mont Regaldio DelGatudo." Caspio said calmly as he swayed his body and dodged the bullet like attack with ease. Caspio then dodged many other attacks given from Glut who roared in frustration. "You most certainly are strong, Glut. Or should I say Netorato cam Hellibyt. You fought well, but I just got too strong in a short amount of time." Caspio said calmly as touched Netorato with a finger sending him flying away with blow after blow reining down on him as he crashed into the debris of the ancient mountain. The tentacles that were protruding from Netorato's back started to once again eat the surrounding dead soldiers, avoiding the fallen ones. Netorato rose up from the large crater. Stumbling as he tried to stand. "What was the blow? It's like he hit every single part of my body and vitals. Did he use time log?" Netorato thought in anger, but he knew anger wouldn't help him in this situation. He needed to be calm and focused. "Done yet?" Caspio asked with a frown crouched down next to Netorato. Netorato dashed backwards and extended out his arm, spreading out his finger and letting out tiny little blackish purple slashes that tore through the air like nothing. However, not even that was enough and Caspio zoomed by grabbing Netorato by the head and slamming it hard into the ground causing a massive earthquake that rumbled throughout the entire earth. Netorato, the Immortal King, blocked the attack by holding it with his arms. "This is where we call it a end, Friend." Caspio said as he saw Glut slowly start to loose consciousness. Glut knew he was loosing this battle, he need something. Anything! Wait. Glut smiled and grabbed onto Caspio's arm. "I'll be taking some of this power." Glut said as he started to absorb some of Caspio's energy. Caspio frowned in anger and wrenched his arm free, but the damaged was done and Glut and grown stronger. "How?" Caspio asked standing firmly yet panting. Glut stood up and stared at his friend. "Nothing is impossible. Now if you'll excuse me. I'll be doing a tactical retreat." Glut said waving a hand as a large black abyssal portal opened. Caspio could only watch as his friend disappeared through the portal. Sadness filled his heart. His comrade, his teacher, a father figure and the one person Caspio really cared for within his life. "I'm sorry I didn't save you from corruption back then, Netorato. It only your daughter didn't die from suicide." Caspio muttered softly as he stared silently. "Mass Heal!" A woman's voice yelled across the plains as a large 600 meter radius circled appeared with a yellow light. Injured soldiers started to rise and burst with energy as they rose up from the ground and rubble. "It's Amelia Warren! The Healer Saint!" A voice said as everyone else cheered. "Hey, Casy. I know you didn't get what you wanted, but at least we won?" Amelia said walking up to Caspio. Caspio turned to her with tears. "But at what cost. I lost my dearest friend to this cursed war." Caspio slowly said, trying not to burst. Amelia's face softened as she could see the pain and anguish inside Caspio. "Come on. Let go home. The others also held him dear too." She said hugging him tightly. "If you didn't have those blessings. He would have won." Amelia add. Caspio slowly wrapping his arms around her and hugged her back tightly. "I know that." He whispered.
The sounds of swirling and the ominous crackle of lighting coming from a large wide rectangle like portal that seemed to sprang alive with color but then faded away the moment the sparks died. "Darn! Why won't this work!" A tall slender and beautiful woman said with long ears. She pulled a lever activating the wide and large rectangle portal. She heard the faint sounds of Foot steps coming from behind and another woman shouted, "They're coming! Close those doors and seal them as tightly as you can!" A small group of woman gathered around a large stone door and extended their hands creating a large transparent circle on the stone circle trying to seal the stone with molten lava. This course of action worked and it sealed the stone door shut. The woman with long ears sighed in relief but knew that she had little time left. She pulled the lever again making the same sparks of lightning that struck the walls and ground. The Elf women looked at the lever where a magic panel read "Merge." The Elf women froze and in that one moment she said a thousand curse words.