TBATE- A force to be reckoned with

Wrath of the Fallen

Fayden Leywin POV :

The world seemed to stop around me as I stared in horror at the hand that jutted out of Brandon's chest. His face an expression of fear and disbelief. He didn't want to die, no one does.

In his last moments, his face relaxed as he accepted the fact that this is where he died. His head slackened, his eyes dulling. His spectacles fell from his face, and the Scythe, Maelvon, ripped his arm out of his chest.

Blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the cries of despair that came from my teammates. My grip on Shroud loosened, and it fell to the ground. I was too out of it to notice the change in its looks.

Images of Nathan's death flashed in my vision. His last words echoed in my mind. Memories of my time with Brandon followed, when I first met him back in Xyrus academy. Him comparing our core levels after my return from Losvillion. His calm demeanor, even in the face of imminent danger. No wonder he accepted his death so quickly.

[Avenge him...]

My thoughts had begun turning murky, split between despair and rage.

[This once, I will give you full access to all your power.]

...

[So go knowing nothing restrains you now, rip that snake apart. Feed him his own intestines! Avenge Brandon and everyone who has died by the hand of the Vritra!]

I could feel myself enter the same trance-like state I killed Lucas in, all those years ago. This time, with both of us in harmony.

'Father! Father, you need to-'

I ignored him, whatever it was, it could wait.

Each step I took further hastened my transformation, the Scythe showed no signs of fear, in fact, he taunted me.

"Who's next? Maybe that black-haired girl over there?" He pointed to his right, but I didn't need to see her to know who he was talking about.

[The endless void and the radiant light. Alone, they are formidable, but in harmony...]

My blood burned with power, my muscles quaking. I could feel the strength of the Marchosias flowing in me.

[They are beyond even the Gods' Expectations.]

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3rd Person POV :

The very sky was bleached in black, beacons of light glimmering through the murky darkness. A pitch-black floor, riddled with cracks and crevices emanating a blinding white light.

The forgotten corpses stirred, flesh decaying and melting off in seconds. Their eyes glowed white. They arose from the ground, picking up their weapons, and charged. They were like mindless beasts, not a lick of rationality remained in them. But one corpse had been spared, the corpse of a teenage boy with a hole in his heart.

Fayden Leywin had transformed yet once more, but not into the beast-like form he held last time. His hair had grown longer, reaching his back, runes did not adorn him anymore. An inky black armor covered his body ablaze with white flame.

His presence had a strange effect on the ones near him, his allies felt safety radiating off of him, a single spark of hope in the dark pits of despair. His adversaries, however, who had been cheering at the Scythe, were hit with the cold feeling of dread. Their fate had been sealed, none would leave here alive. The Scythe tried to act unaffected, but it was in vain.

Fayden stepped towards him calmly, his rage did not burn, he did not cry into the heavens, no. His rage was like a breeze before the coming of winter, it's not noticeable but you can still feel the chills running down your spine.