It was early in the morning, but the surroundings were filled with noise.
Cyril stood in the center of his army, facing the enemy.
"Quick march," Cyril commanded.
The two armies began fighting. The weather once again favored the enemies, as it had done the day before.
"I am certain there is something wrong with this!" Cyril declared.
Cyril was the only one who could swing his sword despite the strong wind against them.
It was difficult for him to grip his sword firmly and use every muscle when he had so little strength to wield.
He had not expected his army to be defeated by such conditions.
"There has to be something wrong with this!" He shouted again.
The other soldiers could barely hear him due to the high winds. They ceased fighting to seek a solution to their defeat.
"Sir, we have tried everything. We are going to lose even if we do not attack them any more!" A soldier shouted at Cyril.
Cyril ignored the soldier.
Just as Cyril thought he was about to have a heart attack, a strong gust of wind blew his hair in every direction.
Cyril pulled his hair back into a ponytail and tucked it in. His long blonde hair whipped around wildly.
His hair rose up in front of his face like a golden, ravenous wave. He raised his sword in front of his face, blocking the strong wind.
However, the storm was far from over. It kept getting stronger. The wind waves became increasingly large.
The wind blew harder and harder, causing the entire field to tremble. Cyril had to take a step back to avoid being pushed against the huge waves of wind.
His men exchanged glances as they realized how difficult it was for him to maintain his balance.
"retreat!" Cyril ordered. "You have to retreat to the nearest village. Leave me here!!"
His soldiers were reluctant to abandon him. They wanted to help him but knew it would not make a difference once they left.
Even so, they were aware that they would no longer be able to stop the winds from moving.
One of the soldiers dashed toward Cyril, saying, "You must leave, sir. If you stay here, you will die from the wind."
Cyril was about to protest when he realized the soldier had a valid point. He could not fight the wind without protection. Nonetheless, he could not let his soldiers suffer.
"Just leave me alone; everyone else, retreat!" Cyril placed an order.
The soldiers were terrified. This situation was extremely frightening. They did not want to risk their lives unnecessarily, but they also could not leave their leader behind.
They could feel Cyril's seriousness right now. They recognized him and began to run back.
However, two of the generals remained and attempted to hold on to their leader.
"retreat!" Cyril repeated himself several times, but the stubborn generals refused to listen.
"I said retreat!"
"But your Highness, you would not be able to fight alone; you are not even in good health!" one of the generals protests.
"I am your leader, and I am ordering you to go!" Cyril yelled.
They eventually went away. But Cyril's rage only grew. What made those two stupid generals believe that leaving him alone was such a bad idea?!
He thought bitterly.
He would already decided to sacrifice himself, so it does not matter if he died. He simply does not want his soldiers' lives to be sacrificed unnecessarily.
He needed to find a way to escape this place. If not for him, at least for his people. That thought brought some courage into Cyril's heart.
But then, as the wind grew stronger, it seemed as if a hurricane had appeared out of nowhere. He had not seen it coming.
The enemy began attacking him here and there. He was struggling with both the strong wind and the attacks.
All of these factors contributed to Cyril's difficulty with the task. However, he could not afford to give up.
He swung his sword and blocked the enemy's attack. But the force of the wind caused him to fall and strike the ground hard.
He was stabbed repeatedly as soon as he fell to the ground. His body was bleeding profusely, and he nearly fainted.
He closed his eyes, believing it was his final moment. Then he remembered his beloved Amandine and his family.
He remembered that he needed to protect his people. But most importantly, he must protect Amandine.
If he is unable to fight death, his Amandine will have to live with grief for the rest of her life. These sudden thoughts gave him strength.
Cyril pushed himself to stand up and face the enemies again. But his weakened body could not withstand the attacks.
During the attack, one of the adversaries abruptly chops off his ponytail. That was when Cyril's deepest rage awoke.
Their long hair symbolizes the dignity of the Van De Veld family.
His eyes suddenly turned red, and a force enveloped him, causing the enemies flew away from him.
A pair of demonic wings gradually emerged from his back. His nails grew longer and larger, as if they were claws of a beast.
Cyril seemed unconcerned about the pain. As soon as the wings appeared, his blood-soaked wounds healed themselves.
He then flew into the air and began attacking the opposing army. The strong wind can no longer deter him. His wings seem to be stronger than the wind.
He can not stop flying through the air and killing people with his claws. He was moving fast at this point. He stopped using his sword altogether.
He simply swiped and slashed with his hands, destroying anyone he came across. His enemies' heads rolled off their bodies. He eventually defeated the entire army on his own.
As soon as he defeated the last enemy, he collapsed and lost consciousness.
To be continued...