Though the sky was clear and sunny, the land was blackened. Craters filled the landscape, fires raged all around, and lightning strikes were abundant. The smell of sulphur and charred flesh permeated the senses. Standing amongst the battlefield, eight figures,seven standing and one kneeling, shifted about from the smoke.
"You have failed Mr.Knight, all will be ours in the upcoming days. You have fought bravely but for nought." said a ghostly figure. He slowly approached the kneeling man, dragging his greatsword behind him. "I shall have your head as a trophy for my castle as a testament to your brave yet foolish fight. You knew you could not win yet you tried. Your million plus army has been destroyed, your faith has left you, and now there is none who can stop us with your death."
"Just finish it Arthur, we need to rest and continue our advance of this world." spoke a female figure standing with the rest. Her hooded cloak concealed her appearance with nought but a hand holding a staff. Blackish purple lightning flashed along the staff, showing the might of her magic.
"Yes Elisha, we all know you need your beauty sleep, or else your true appearance will show" said Arthur,a smile breaking the soot covered face. "With this last strike all opposition will fall, and we shall rule as we please" he said as he gripped the greatsword with both hands, raising it for his strike.
Off to the side of the 8, a figure slowly rose up amongst the fallen army. No sound came from him as he stood,blood coating his body. A gleam in his one eye would have shocked anyone paying attention. His face was only partially there, having the left side caved in and charred. CONTINUE!, the only thought in his ravaged mind. He started walking towards the west, where the 8 were."Swift step" he mumbled due the the agony and discomfort from his sunken face.
"Die!" cried Arthur as he swung his blade, trying for the knights neck to do as he had said, hoping for a trophy for his castle. The sound of steel cutting into flesh was loud on the field, but to his horror it wasnt into the neck of the knight but into an unknown body.
"WHAT?" cried the 7 standing at the same time. The unknown body slid from the blade, halting it a mere fingers breath from the knight throat.
A chime was heard inside the unknown mans head. "SUPREME SACRIFICE DETECTED, now begining transfer." The last thing was heard was the world burst into a blinding light.