A struggle began at that point. Tristan found himself in the middle of a serious predicament. He stood against seven individuals, one of which was an archer.
He moved around the battlefield somehow not ending up outnumbered, he managed to isolate at least one or two of them at a time even if he suffered greatly in return.
Tristan parried the heavy swings of the man before him, he caught the sight of another charging towards him so he allowed his blade to slide off the man's, before managing to grab hold of his wrist.
Confused and frantic, the man tried to kick at Tristan, and it landed on his stomach, but he gritted his teeth to lunge toward the man's chest.
The trained individual managed to dodge a bit, letting the blade tear through his side, drawing blood.
Tristan kicked the man at that point, immediately turning to parry the blade coming his way. Having to fight two remained tasking.
The moment their blades collided and sparks flew everywhere, sharp pain slammed into Tristan's mind as he realized another arrow had struck him in the back.
The blow sent him wincing and his knees almost gave up on him. He had managed to kill a total of five of those men, but five were remaining, but he had managed to remain alive that long.
Voicing a shout to boost his strength, Tristan successfully parried the blade before swinging again at the man's chest, he tore through his clothes, skin, and muscles to severely injure the assassin.
Breathing heavily, he swung again, aiming for the man's neck, but another blade arrived in his path, leaving him unable to finish the man.
'This is getting too much.' Tristan thought to himself, losing his balance and falling to one knee.
Another arrow struck his belly and his face contorted in rage and pain. The man that stopped him from finishing his colleague was also wounded, so his movements remained slow. An advantage.
Tristan voiced another scream as he felt life seep out of his body. He was dying already.
Gripping his bloodied sword firmly, Tristan performed an upwards swing, tearing through the man's chest and slashing his jaw open.
Blood sprayed everywhere, bathing even him, but he didn't care. Tristan let the man fall to his knees, experiencing unfathomable pain. He died not too long after he hit the ground.
With only two others wielding their swords and the archer backing them up from his now-discovered position, Tristan saw hope in killing them off.
Unfortunately, he started to get dizzy. His hair stuck to his face as a result of the blood that had stained him, his face remained dirtied and sweaty and his grip had turned shaky.
Heavy breaths left Tristan's chest as blood oozed out of his new and former wounds. With each rising and falling of his chest pain spiraled in his head, but life also left his body.
"You have tried!" One of the remaining two proclaimed with a loud voice. He had been the one cut in the side earlier. The other had been stabbed once, but could still move.
"You managed to take this many of us even in that state. It was wise to have that wild woman take care of you," the man announced, revealing major information.
'So they planned it since then,' muttered Tristan, inwardly. On the outside, his gaze looked deadened and his face pale. He raised his sword, ready to move, when the ground suddenly experienced a tremor.
The event had been of great magnitude since the entire mountain shook violently. Tristan directly lost his footing, but not only himself.
"I heard the weather has been rather extreme in the other kingdoms recently," the same man spoke, getting up on his feet to pick up his sword and charge toward a recovering Tristan.
Realizing that he would be too slow to parry, Tristan grabbed a handful of sand and sprayed it on the path of his opponent.
Scared, the man swung his sword erratically, and one of his three horizontal swings met Tristan on his right arm and ended up almost completely detaching it.
Words could not explain what Tristan felt. He immediately fell to the ground, but only after swinging at the man's belly, slicing it open.
Letting go of his blade and curling up in a ball rolling in utter agony, Tristan felt overwhelming pain and fear for the first time since that battle.
His screams were blood-curdling, erupting from the depths of his being.
Holding onto his almost hacked-off arm, he was left completely open, but then an event that would only be considered catastrophic occurred.
With a sound intensity capable of shattering islands the very night sky above them saw huge objects suddenly unfolding in their expanse and the world below shook with terrible intensity.
The sky lit up with multicolored lights as cracks seemed to open in the very fabric of the sky. The continents saw fissures appearing in their mass and the oceans were troubled. The winds blew severely, and the sky rumbled with chaotic might.
The event reached the island Medrial sat on and its mass directly tore open to begin to crumble into the ocean. By the time townspeople were alerted, it was already too late.
The sky blazed with the lights of the colossal objects that tore through the planet's atmosphere. Those massive spheres caught flames due to the entry and the very world suffered.
The icy continents saw huge chunks of their mass thawing and increasing the ocean's levels.
All this occurred in seconds but Tristan barely cared about any of them. He lay in a pool of his own blood whilst the world around him fell into utter chaos.
The grounds shattered, and his opponents fled the scene in horror.
Sensing the ground crumbling beneath his feet, he heard the terrible vibrations the mountain generated when huge portions of its mass were blown up in a strange shock wave.
Tristan felt his consciousness dim so much that all he could feel were muffled thuds while he fell with the sinking and crumbling island.
His pain receptors shut down due to his extreme state, so the bones that were crushed upon impact with falling rocks lacked pain.
Tristan closed his eyes, unable to witness the rest of the chaos around him. Nor did he witness the only normal event known to the world.
The blinding reddish-orange radiance of the sun broke through the chaotic sky, signifying the official breaking of dawn as though commemorating the world's progression into a new era.
An event that would forever be recorded in the world's history as 'The Entry.'