The next day...
Rayan slowly opened his eyes, feeling small rays of light streaming into his eyes, indicating the sunrise...
Getting up from his small bed set up in the tent, he changed into his armour.
With a little strain on his senses, he saw a hundred knights ready to begin the attack.
Jeanne herself sat atop her horse, clearly waiting for the main man in her strategy.
Taking a deep breath, Rayan mentally prepared himself for the upcoming battle.
His emotions were slightly wavering, as he had never in his life imagined he would be involved in any military conflict.
However, his experience quickly brought him back to his senses, allowing him to feel much more at ease. "After all at this time there are few capable of surpassing me in strength." - he thought.
In the time he'd been here, Rayan hadn't noticed a single person who was capable of making him fight even half as hard.
Only occasionally he came across wyverns, who lived in the mountains far away from the human villages...
When Rayan came out of his tent, many people looked back at him admiringly, clearly amazed at his feat against the English.
Every man in his path slowly backed away, seeing his way to Jeanne on top of his horse.
Upon reaching Jeanne, he smiled. "Good morning, Jeanne. Are you ready?" - Rayan asked with interest.
"Good morning, Rayan. As Commander in Chief, I always need to be ready." - With a mutual smile, she said convincingly.
"I've already briefed all the soldiers on tactics while you were napping in your tent." - She said calmly.
"Good. Well, I guess we'll get started, shall we?" - Saying that, Rayan sat down on his horse nearby.
"Soldiers! No matter how much time passes, you will remain in the history of France as loyal and most importantly, admirable Heroes! All for the sake of your children and wives! Your spirit and strength is the main key to winning this War! Give yourselves to it and may God lead us!" - Jeanne eloquently exclaimed.
After her speech, many soldiers who were feeling fear and uncertainty became more courageous.
The thought that they would become Heroes and be the ones to defend the stronghold of the country made their hearts beat faster and excited them to start the march and destroy the English!
Those who to the last had dreaded this war had their doubts dispelled. They wanted to protect their children and their wives who would be under the oppression of the English, no matter what it cost them...
Rayan mentally marveled at Jeanne's charisma. "She really is a heroine."
Jeanne and Rayan's group began their trek to Orleans, meeting every obstacle with all courage and valor...
Hours later...
Evening came. The sun was slowly returning to set, letting the moon's glow illuminate the world.
Rayan and Jeanne with their keen eyesight spotted an army of two thousand Englishmen.
"Apparently they've been waiting for us..." - Jeanne muttered tensely. She, as a clever strategist, assumed that the English would find out about their march one way or another.
"Soldiers, form up! The English army is coming, we must be ready immediately." - exclaimed Rayan.
The soldiers immediately obeyed and began to assemble in the proper order.
It looked very imposing, and the keen fighting spirit visible in the eyes of the soldiers further reinforced this image.
"The English army is heading towards us in response! Archers, prepare yourselves! Shield wielders, cover the archers and hold back the onslaught of the English! Swordsmen and spearmen, you have the most important responsibility to exterminate the bulk of the English!" - Jeanne reminded her soldiers.
All the soldiers accepted her order without a single drop of doubt.
Rayan got up from his horse and pulled the Burning Hope from its sheath.
Feeling the weight of the sword, he took a deep breath.
Slowly, but his eyes were consumed by the blue blueness, and along with it, all emotion disappeared from his face, giving way only to an impenetrable coldness...
His figure looked truly intimidating. Even those soldiers who were in formation hesitated in their decision to participate in this war...
"Thank God he's on our side..." - mentally thought to most of the soldiers.
Rayan used the Eyes of Death Perception. He wanted to end the lives of these Englishmen painlessly and quickly.
Looking at the sword in his hand, he felt that the warm aura that once exuded from it had disappeared, giving way to just plain cold steel. "I wonder why?" - he thought.
He didn't have time to think about it though, the English were closing in.
Without waiting for them to arrive, he began his onslaught, walking on the ground with swift and dexterous movements...
Rayan found himself facing the two thousand man army of the English. Only a hundred meters separated them from bloodshed...
And it was at that exact moment that the entire English army froze...
Cold and so... emotionless eyes. Anyone who looked into them could only feel the abyss consuming them.
Some of the English even went mad looking into those eyes...
The general in charge of the army was very tense. "Those eyes... Is he even human?" - he thought doubtfully.
The general was not young and had seen quite a few horrible things in his life.
However, this guy made him feel as if he was standing in front of his executioner, ready to chop off his head at any moment...
He sincerely didn't want to die, but it was his duty as a general to lead the soldiers and eventually die as an example of an outstanding warrior.
Rayan didn't pay attention to their reactions. Right now, his mind was only focused on exterminating the enemies in front of him.
Because of his concentration, he didn't notice when the allies arrived behind him and started shelling the English army.
The first casualties signaled the start of the War and it was after that the English began their attack.
Rayan in turn drew his sword in front of him.
With his mad speed he began to chop off the heads of the English...
Many didn't even realize they were dead.... The heads came off their bodies instantly and in cold blood.
Even Jeanne's soldiers were stunned by such cruelty.
Jeanne saw Rayan's cruelty and could not say anything. War is the epitome of cruelty and trying to stop Rayan could only lead to his defeat...
Biting her lip in frustration and helplessness, she exclaimed to the soldiers. - "Soldiers, speed up the intensity of the attacks, we need to clear Rayan's path from the hindering Englishmen!"
Rayan continued to indifferently chop off the heads of the Englishmen until a strange but very pleasant female voice sounded in his head.
"Be like the flow, and let all the world be light..." - the voice said.
After that, it was as if all emotions came back to Rayan and he was a bit taken aback by it. "How is this possible?! I used the 'eyes of death perception'..." - he thought slightly panicked.
It was extremely rare for Rayan to panic, but now he didn't understand where that voice had come from and why his emotions had returned to him.
In his experience, he had realized that the price of using the Eye of Death Perception was his emotions.
But how was it possible to suppress Root's brainchild...?
"Well, I can't understand that..." - he thought with difficulty, reducing his pace.
Unexpectedly for Englishmen he retreated back and returned to a calmer spot around his soldiers. "Be like the flow, and let all the world be light..." - he muttered mesmerized. He found it hard to understand the thought in that phrase, so he glanced at the sword.
His suspicions rested on the sword. To him, light was always associated with something warm and pleasant, so most likely in this phrase Light means Hope.
"Apparently the sword itself wishes to reveal its Mystery... But why is it calling out now?" - he thought perplexedly.
Looking at the war before him, he realized that the essence of man is too cruel. And turning into something like this was the worst idea...
"I didn't appreciate at all how indifferent I could be to death... How can I consider myself something like a human being if I'm not even capable of appreciating my own humanity...?" - He thought with frustration.
Looking at the sword, he extended it in front of him, taking a deep breath. Concentrating his mind, he tried to use the sword on an intuitive level. "May the Burning Hope guide my path..." - Muttering this, he did not see the sword heed his will, releasing a hitherto unseen amount of unknown but very warm energy...
This strange energy filled the entire side of the English and their entire onslaught instantly ceased.
The soldiers who continued the War fell under the influence of this energy...
Jeanne, who saw this, was surprised. Was this really the power of the sword that Rayan had once found...?
However, she didn't sense anything evil or dangerous in this energy, on the contrary, the energy radiated something that made her smile and give in to warm memories...
Not only Jeanne, but all the people around her succumbed to those feelings.
However, no one noticed how the army of Englishmen began to slowly disappear under the pollen of light and slowly they ascended into the sky as if to testify to the mercy of God...
And so five minutes passed. The army of the English disappeared completely after being influenced by the energy coming from Rayan's sword...
Jeanne and Rayan awakened their consciousness and what they saw shocked them.
The once bloody and corpse-filled land had been transformed into a flower garden like the King's manor...
And the English who had tried to destroy them had left no trace of having been here...
Rayan looked at the sword and realized that he remembered nothing of that strange voice that sounded like a melody in his mind...
Clutching his head in extreme pain, he felt a heaviness in his entire body...
Never in his life had he felt such fatigue and a cry of pain escaped from his mouth...
Not even a minute later he passed out from exhaustion, leaving Jeanne alone with her own worries...