A/N: sorry about the late chapter.
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*3rd person Pov*
*Bang*
Just before the council of the three faction could get up and organise their forces the doors were slammed open revealing the Warden Alistair who marched in his armour glistening in the dim light.
He looked around at the leaders, his expression blank whilst his eyes seemed to burn with a fire of unlimited determination.
"you're too late I've decided to use the treaties about an hour ago..." Alstair said plainly as Gabriel's eyes narrowed in anger whilst Michael along with other leaders kept their expressions calm, only Azazel seemed unbothered.
"y-you dare command the heavenly host?!" Gabriel asked in outrage, whilst Alistair turned to her.
"I do dare to use the treaties that the wardens were given to call upon the aid of all the factions. If you have an issue with this you can go talk to the one who signed it... oh wait he's dead, shame" The warden said with a dry chuckle as Azazel smirked.
Gabriel went red with fury as Alistair offer his chin as he glared into her eyes, his own eyes emitting a silvery vapour as his power aura stared to rise.
"you gonna hit me or what? If you aren't stop wasting my time with your heaven garbage" the warden stated coldly before turning to the other leaders.
"let's move" the warden spoke as he turned and headed out towards the courtyard where an army of devils awaited.
The other leaders began to group up with their own soldiers and as Michael joined his fellow angels, Alistair felt a sudden shift in atmosphere, he gritted his teeth as he saw most of the angels glaring at him.
'if they don't stop glaring at me, I might just go on a warpath' Alistair thought in irritation as the armies teleported to Kyoto.
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*Ruins of Kyoto tower*
Out of the cloud of ash and dust, the shadow of Mordred and y/n appeared as y/n was leaning on Mordred as he stumbled, she was making sure he didn't injure himself further.
"Mordred I'm fi-"
"dad... Shut up, we both know you are barely staying conscious right now" Mordred snapped as y/n frowned gritting his teeth at the sounds of battle in the distance.
Despite having slain Urthemiel's human form, the battle was far from over, although Mordred had definitely noticed a definite shift in momentum of the allied forces against the Darkspawn.
Mordred turned her attention to y/n who continued to pant, his breathing making him wince in pain each time he expanded the left side of his chest, and from what Mordred could see she figured it's at least one broken rib if not more, to be honest she was somewhat surprised her father didn't look worse since he did have a iconic building along with a humanoid Archdemon fall on him.
Y/n suddenly punched his side causing a grunt of pain before he felt the adrenaline start to pump once again due to the pain.
"dad, you do realise that you wouldn't be this injured if you didn't insist on taking Urthemiel on head on" y/n smiled at his daughters concern, he truly believed himself blessed to have his flesh and blood by his side.
"like you can talk" y/n rolled his eyes before he wobbled losing his balance a little.
"make sure you can keep up" Mordred smirked at y/n's comment as the pair exited the crater and we're walking towards where Mordred had left the others.
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