Without the Hero of Shadow on their side, Lightning and Fire try their hand at taking down the machines.
lyrics
With the outlaw defeated and forced to flee, the king took to preparations for the battle ahead. Cleaning and sharpening his blade, the inferno of battle still bright in his eyes and spirit, the king saw his mission become ever clearer before him. He must defeat the machines and retake his kingdom at all costs, heroes of shadow be damned.
Through the night he blazed incantations and envisioned the flaming steel littering the battleground like the discarded weapons of his surrendering troops seven years ago, feeling the warmth flow through his blade.
As the heretic approached from the east, his gaze immediately fell on the signs of recent battle, knowing full well what had taken place. His heart sank. The prophecies, the echoes insisted the three were to unite to be victorious. But there was no time for lectures, let alone dread. The enemy was fast approaching.
Power surged from their hands and sword as they met with their foe! Swirling vortices of fire and lightning swept across the plains, charred remains of trampled grass crackling as they burned, their ashes swept away in the powerful gales of wind that followed. Screams of metal being torn apart tore across the dawn sky, the glint of ruined machines reflecting the deep burn of the rising sun. The heretic and king advanced, their broken adversaries left crumpled in their wake.
But their numbers only seemed to grow! For every one machine that fell, two took its place, weapons raised ever vigilant, ever violent, denying its defeat, until suddenly, they moved all at once, falling into ranks, a dissonant hum rising from the steel army until, with a hideous battle cry, they sounded the counter offensive.
Exhausted and defeated, the heroes had no choice but to run. As the battlefield left sight, the heretic turned and gave one final glance to the horizon...
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