Evelyn moved like a shadow across the battlefield, her steps light and swift. Lysander struggled to keep up, frustration growing in his eyes with each failed attempt to strike her. She was everywhere and nowhere, a blur of motion that left him swinging at empty air.
"Stand still, damn you!" Lysander snarled, his blade whistling through the air as he lunged at Evelyn. But she sidestepped his attack with ease, pivoting on her heel and slashing back. Lysander barely managed to block, his arm trembling under the force of her strike.
"You're too slow, Lysander," Evelyn taunted, her voice calm and steady, betraying none of the fatigue she felt. "You can't even touch me."
While Evelyn kept Lysander occupied, Darius continued to crawl toward the enemy flag, his body aching with every inch he covered. Blood dripped from the wound on his leg, leaving a crimson trail in the snow. Pain clouded his vision, but he forced himself to focus. The flag was just within reach. All he needed was a little more time.
"Come on… just a bit closer…" Darius muttered to himself, his fingers stretching out towards the flagpole. Victory was so close he could taste it. If he could just reach it, if he could just pull it down, everything they had fought for would be worth it.
Across the battlefield, Khalid was struggling to hold his own against Kai. The berserker's strength was monstrous, his fiery aura scorching the ground around him. Every blow from Kai felt like being hit by a sledgehammer. Khalid's arms ached from the force of blocking Kai's attacks, his muscles screaming in protest.
Khalid swung his axe in a wide arc, aiming for Kai's legs, but Kai leaped back, avoiding the strike. Before Khalid could recover, Kai lunged forward, driving his fist into Khalid's gut with brutal force. Khalid gasped, the air knocked out of his lungs. He staggered back, pain shooting through his abdomen.
"Too weak," Kai sneered, his eyes glowing with malice. "You're nothing but a child pretending to be a warrior." With a swift kick, Kai sent Khalid sprawling to the ground. Khalid's axe slipped from his grasp, falling out of reach.
Kai turned his attention back to the main fight, his eyes locking onto Evelyn and Lysander. With Khalid out of the way, he began to stride toward them, a malevolent grin spreading across his face. "Time to end this," he muttered.
But before Kai could take another step, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the battlefield, stirring the snow into a swirling vortex. Kai paused, squinting against the unexpected gale. The wind seemed to be coming from the direction where Kenshin lay unconscious. The air grew thick with power, a strange humming filling the silence.
Kenshin's blindfold, which had always concealed his mysterious eyes, was torn away by the wind, revealing the strange symbols glowing faintly in his sockets. As the wind swirled around him, the symbols began to shine brighter, casting an eerie light over his face.
Kenshin stirred, his body slowly rising to its feet. His eyes were open, glowing with a light that was not his own. When he spoke, his voice echoed, layered with a strange tone that was not his. "Enough," he said, the single word carrying an authority that resonated across the battlefield. His tone was both Kenshin's and someone else's, deeper and more resonant, like the voice of an ancient being speaking through him.
Inside Kenshin's mind, he found himself in a vast expanse of darkness, a space where nothing existed except for him. It was a void, infinite and empty. Yet, he was not alone. Before him stood two figures, both radiating a powerful presence.
One was a girl, her eyes covered by a blindfold similar to Kenshin's own. She was surrounded by floating swords, each blade glimmering with an otherworldly light. Her aura was calm, composed, and deadly, like a perfectly poised blade ready to strike. Her presence exuded wisdom and serenity, a sense of deep knowing that came from seeing beyond the physical.
The other figure was a man with long white hair tied back in a ponytail, his eyes a piercing blue. In the palm of his hand, a small whirlwind danced, twisting and turning with the flick of his fingers. His gaze was sharp, as if he could see through the very fabric of reality. He carried an air of ancient power, a connection to the wind itself, his entire being surrounded by a gentle, yet unyielding, breeze.
Kenshin looked between the two beings, confusion and awe in his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice echoing in the vast darkness.
The girl with the blindfold stepped forward, her voice soft but clear. "When you were born, a great light filled the room, a light that was our essence," she said. "We bestowed upon you our protection and a measure of our power. But your tiny, newborn body could not bear the overwhelming force of hosting two divine entities. That light became too much, and it left you with your blindness and these marks upon your eyes. For this burden, we are deeply sorry."
The man with the white hair spoke next, his voice carrying the sound of the wind. "From that day, we have remained close, guarding you from harm, ensuring our presence would not further damage your fragile state. But those marks on your eyes, Kenshin, are more than just a scar. They are a sign, a symbol of something much greater. A truth you are not yet ready to understand."
Kenshin's heart pounded in his chest. "What does it mean?" he asked, desperation creeping into his voice. "Why can't I know?"
"Because the time is not yet right," the Seer replied gently. "The path ahead is veiled, but these marks will guide you when the moment comes. They will show you the truth when you are strong enough to bear it."
The Wind Walker nodded, his eyes softening. "For now, trust in the power we've granted you. Let it flow through you, protect those who stand by your side. In time, the visions will come, and with them, the clarity you seek."
Back on the battlefield, Kenshin's body moved with a will of its own. His hands raised, and the wind around him surged, a powerful gale that sent snow and debris flying. Kai stumbled back, caught off guard by the sudden storm. Evelyn and Lysander paused in their fight, both of them turning to see what was happening.
Kenshin's voice, now calm and authoritative, echoed across the battlefield. "This ends now." As the wind howled around him, the symbols in his eyes glowed brighter, their light cutting through the storm. A sense of awe and fear spread among the combatants, the realization dawning that this battle was far from over. Kenshin was no longer the blind boy they had known; he had become something far more powerful, something that could change the course of their fates.