Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

Chapter 91 : Darkness (3)

The advance of darkness was palpable, like a heavy blanket looming over us, crushing our spirits and stealing our breath away. A sinister pressure seized the air, as if the weight of the entire world rested upon our shoulders. It was overwhelming, an invisible weight pressing down on the chest and hindering every breath.

Each step became more arduous, every movement a struggle against an invisible force threatening to drag us into despair.

BOOMM!!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

The thunder reverberated across the land, as if the very ground were splitting apart under the fury of an imminent cataclysm. The sky, a silent witness to the tragedy, seemed to weep silently as the very space itself churned and tore in a whirlwind of chaos and desolation.

BOOMM! BUM! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!

From the earth emerged a colossal serpent, thousands of chains as heavy as the sky itself coiled around its body, rising towards the dark and somber sky with a menacing hiss. Its imposing presence eclipsed everything around it, a symbol of power and danger that chilled our hearts with fear.

BOOMM!!!

And then, the entire world was engulfed by an infinite darkness, as if the abyss itself had opened to devour everything in its path.

The serpent, monstrous and colossal, created a tremor that shook the ground, as if the very earth writhed in agony under its weight. A crushing pressure descended upon us, embracing us in its cold and ruthless grip, suffocating any thought of hope. Our minds sank into endless darkness, unable to process the magnitude of the horror looming over us.

There was no room for courage or resistance; only the icy void of fear and despair remained.

From the abyss swallowing the earth emerged legions of twisted and grotesque creatures, like a swarm of nightmares rushing towards us with ruthless ferocity. Their eyes flashed with wild fury, reflecting an insatiable hunger and thirst for destruction that froze the blood in our veins.

They were countless, an endless multitude of twisted and deformed forms writhing in the darkness, driven by a destiny that had condemned them to eternal servitude.

"To the charge, soldiers!" The supervisor's cry rang out in the air, a hollow and desperate echo barely able to overcome the roar of the surrounding chaos. Our faltering steps became a macabre dance of despair as we fought to advance against the tide of horrors engulfing us.

The ground trembled with each movement of the serpent, each step a relentless reminder of our own insignificance in the face of forces beyond our comprehension surrounding us.

Wounded soldiers rose with a final gasp of agony, their mutilated and bloodied bodies serving as a somber testament to the brutality of war. Their eyes, empty and hopeless, reflected the pain and despair consuming them from within. Yet still, they pressed on, driven by a dark and sinister force dragging them towards their inevitable fate.

In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, I realized the similarity between them and us. We were both victims of higher forces, pressed by fate into a battle we did not choose. We were equally insignificant, equally helpless. Yet here we were, facing war and death with courage, even as terror filled our gaze.

With pounding hearts and muddled minds, we marched towards our own death, determined to fight to the last breath.

Time stood still in a moment of palpable tension as the two forces faced each other just five meters apart. It was like standing on the edge of the abyss, with emptiness looming on either side. I gripped my sword tightly, feeling the cold metal cut into my fingers as my heart pounded with paralyzing fear.

Then, a cry tore through the air, breaking the ominous silence and restoring the flow of time to normal. The creatures, like us, hurled themselves at each other in a macabre dance of death and destruction. Screams and cries echoed throughout the place, blending into a chorus of despair and agony.

Quickly, the battlefield became a nightmare stage, where reality surpassed any horror the mind could conceive. Bodies fell in cascades, both of our comrades and the twisted creatures who fought with ruthless ferocity. Blood stained the ground, forming dark puddles that reflected the brutality of war.

Each blow was a reminder of our own fragility and mortality as we fought to survive in a world that seemed to have gone mad. The line between life and death blurred, and we were drawn into an abyss of despair and desolation. Amidst the chaos and carnage, we clung to the fragile hope that someday, this nightmare would come to an end.

But for now, all we could do was fight, fight for our survival in a world that seemed to have turned against us.

Cold sweat ran through my body, chilling my bones as I faced the brutality of battle. Despite being in the highest gold range, surrounded by base-platinum creatures, I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. Mutilated bodies and severed limbs bore silent witness to the ferocity of the fight, while some of our comrades were torn apart alive by bloodthirsty creatures.

Being at the forefront of battle, I witnessed how the first group of soldiers to arrive received the worst of the attack. Their screams of agony echoed in my ears, mingling with the dull sound of weapons clashing and the beasts' roars. The smell of blood permeated the air, enveloping me in a thick, nauseating cloud that reminded me of the brutality of the reality I was in.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, my mind spun, tormented by unanswered questions. What was I doing in this place? Why had I come here? The truth became increasingly clear: I had come to die. My fate was sealed along with that of thousands of soldiers who had fallen in battle before me. It was only a matter of time before I joined them in the eternal darkness of death.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion, an aberration stood in front of me, towering over me, a grotesque and macabre sight that chilled the blood in my veins. Its face, if it could be called that, was a mass of putrefied flesh, with pieces hanging grotesquely and unevenly. The eyes, sunken into disfigured sockets, glowed with a malevolent red light that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell.

Its body, twisted and disfigured, seemed more like a decomposing corpse than a living creature. The pale skin covered in greenish spots revealed the rot consuming it. Its limbs, thick and deformed, moved with a chilling slowness, as if they were held by an invisible force struggling to keep them standing.

A nauseating stench emanated from its body, a smell of death and decay that filled the air around it. Green and viscous pus oozed from open wounds and suppurating sores, creating a repulsive trail in its wake.

Every step it took resonated with a sinister crunch, as if its bones were about to break under the weight of its own corruption. Its claws, long and sharp as blades, rose threateningly in the air, ready to tear the flesh of any unsuspecting victim that crossed its path.

In its empty and lifeless gaze, I perceived an insatiable hunger, a desire for destruction and chaos that consumed it from the depths of its being. It was as if it were an incarnation of death itself, an abomination born of the darkest twisted nightmares.

With the sword firmly gripped, filled with the black viscousness indicating the corruption of demons, I prepared for the impending battle. However, before I could even catch my breath, the ground shook once again with overwhelming force. My gaze quickly turned towards the gigantic serpent looming threateningly on the horizon, but what I saw behind us left me breathless.

A vast army rose on the horizon, their banners waving in the sky with a majesty that contrasted with our own despair. They were different from us, with sleeker armor and better-quality swords. Thousands and millions of people marched with impressive coordination, each step resonating like a drumbeat in the heart of the battle.

Among the crowd, I briefly managed to distinguish the emblem of one of the banners: a dragon, a symbol of power and nobility.

At the forefront of the army, one figure stood out above the others. Mounted on a tall black horse, he advanced with an almost supernatural calmness towards the gigantic serpent. His presence radiated authority and determination.

I opened my eyes in surprise, although I was a commoner we were very familiar with the 10 noble houses of the empire, normally you would never be able to see the head of a house or even be in their presence, but now I see it, the house of dragons, a symbol of power and skill in battle, the most powerful house beneath the imperial family, and the man at the forefront undoubtedly should be.

Fafnir Von Valeriano, the head of the house, his hair was pure white and his distinguished eyes red like fire, all the descendants have this quality, he wore black armor that was a work of art in every sense, his armor seemed to shine, at his waist hung the scabbard of his sword. According to rumors, his rank is maximum-mythical, but no one knows for sure.

In my heart, a small glimmer of hope arose; if the lord was here, we had a chance of coming out alive from this hell.

He dismounted from the horse, and the sky seemed to divide between light and darkness. Lord Fafnir detached himself from the ground, as if the mundane was not at his height, as if he were flying. With every kilometer he covered, the sky cleared, and the infinite darkness disappeared with his presence. The serpent stared at him intently. Slowly, it opened its mouth.

"Interesting," his voice was dark and grave, with a serious yet distorted tone, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Fafnir simply remained silent. When he was near the serpent, he drew his sword. The serpent moved its enormous body.

My eyes widened, but a blinding light forced me to close them, and then the world shook. A noise split the sky; on the serpent's side there was darkness, but on the dragon's side there was light, a clash between two forces