The Fate of Ysiwena.
While a hundred bestial throats roared supernaturally, the massive battering ram smashed against the golden gates of the City of the Roses. The proud defenders rained arrows down on the attackers from the battlements and unleashed the most powerful magic they knew, but nothing stopped the demoniacal advance of the war machine. A single blow by the head of the battering ram, carved in the grotesque form of a demon’s head, smashed the wood into splinters and melted the magic gold strengthening the defenses. A wave of pitiless warriors flooded into the beautiful streets. The tide of black cloaks and red armor swept through the avenues and trampled the gardens, setting fire to the first houses and defiling the temples. Hundreds of merciless warriors yelled for blood and slaughter.
The last defenders stood before them. Soldiers in bright golden armor and spotless white cloaks formed the desperate defense of the White Tower, the last bastion of the Powers of the Law that was left in the whole continent. War spread through the streets and avenues, across parks and squares and into houses and mansions. Dozens of skirmishes took place across the city, and the defenders fought gallantly and bravely in a desperate hymn to valor and heroism. Thousands of souls arose to the Holy Halls that tragic day, thousands of the Birthkind died before the most absolute evil and diabolical of powers. Swords rose over and over again, blood stained the graceful statues along the Avenue of the Kings, and the screams of the dying filled the schools and colleges.
So unstoppable was the advance of the hordes of Death that in a few minutes the defenders were taking cover behind the bodies of their comrades at the foot of the Tower of the Rose. While clouds thundered in the sky and darkness spread over the world, a thin wall of bright white cloaks formed around the tower, bastion and pillar of life. Amongst the faithful here were warriors who had come from every corner of the continent, soldiers who had never failed a mission. They now watched with terrified eyes as the crazed beasts attacked them again and again. The flashing blades of the protectors repelled the attacks of the Vloen and Selaen time after time, massacring entire lines of Nuimbrans and destroying armor and shields. The sounds of battle crazed the soulless beasts, which threw themselves against the line of defenders, howling promises of eternal torture.
But not even the strongest of defenses could withstand such powerful attack for so long without weakening. The Selaen invoked their powerful Daertacks, and the sinister figures of demons with massive jaws threw themselves against the guards. Magic reverberated between the allied lines, and the Daertacks writhed under a hail of fire and ice, lightening bolts and unleashed power. The magic caused the ground to split open, buildings were cracked by the pressure of brute force, and the proud towers of the palaces of the nobles fell while the battle continued. The lines of the defenders were dispersed into isolated groups, and they all fought fiercely, knowing that nobody would leave the streets alive. Lightening exploded over the combatants while the storm approached, imposing and impassive before the massacre.
Through the attackers, illuminated by the occasional flashes of lightening, strode the tall figure of a man, valiant in appearance and firm in gaze. He was dressed in simple black garments, and his cloak was darker than the very night around him. His black hair moved in the wind, while his face, which was beautiful and sadistic, showed his delight at the massacre. Galbert, the Lord of Death, walked toward his goal with his sword Loarnar in his hand, gloating over the innumerable souls being laid to waste by swords and knives. The Tower of the Rose stood before him, a spiral of pristine whiteness surrounded by flames and smoke. It was far higher than any of the other tallest towers on the continent, and its beauty moved the souls of the faithful who looked upon it. Minarets emerged from its surface, and at the top an open ivory rose formed balconies of hanging gardens. At the bottom of the tower a single crystal door gave access to the inside. This door was flanked by a small lake, and it was protected by three captains of the defenders.
... (to be continue)