Fredrick released the March. He was not bent on conquest. He was not bent on domination. He was bent on chaos. His first target was Fort Mudstop. Isaac and Sorincrad recieved the news and prepared their armies. They could make it to Academy before Fredrick, but not Servinsrad. Sir Bartholomew and Lady Athena accompanied Isaac and Sorincrad to give as much help as they could.
Isaac's army reached Academy just before Fredrick's did, and they prepared the city for invasion. When Fredrick's forces came to the gates, a scout quivered at the sight, saying to Isaac, "we can't beat that. There's a million people or more and they resonate evil."
"We will protect every city. We must protect Graiigreald from Cromwell."
Lady Athena then interjected:
"What do you mean Cromwell? He was killed thousands of years ago."
"His body was defeated and his soul was captured, but he still remained. When King Aace destroyed the Feathered Dagger, his soul was released and it took the form of Fredrick. The Cult of Cromwell wasn't raising him to be another priest. They were molding the avatar of evil. His March of Chaos will destroy everything and everyone it touches. We must fight back."
At Isaac's command, the army opened the gates, and rushed out to fight. To Isaac's dismay, they were losing badly, and Fredrick charged him.
When they collided with each other they fell to the ground. They both got up and drew their swords. Fredrick's sword was black, absorbing all light, and emanating evil. Isaac's sword was shining, a bright light emanating from the pommel stone. Then they fought. It was a battle of good against evil, and good was losing. They traded blows and parried others, each connecting as if they were night and day. Isaac tried to overpower Fredrick, but he couldn't. At the signal from Sir Bartholomew, his army withdrew, quickly riding towards Lion's Point to better prepare for the March of Chaos.
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Fredrick's army charged into Academy, destroying everything in their path. Then at a swift wave of his black sword, the city erupted into flames. The fire did not burn red and bright, but rather the flames were black and from the smoke the souls of the dead were bound to the March of Chaos.