After our victory we split our armies up.
One half, under the command of Cross followed the Samurai, while the other half, under Stone, chased the Vikings.
Both didn't leave the enemy a chance to regroup easily cleaned up any that fell behind.
When we stopped at the Borders and dug us in, especially the Vikings, driven solely by rage and Bloodthirst, didn't stand a chance. (ger. Version: „,zerschellten an unseren Mauern." No good translation for „zerschellen" I know of.)
Meanwhile the rest of us set up in the Blackstone keep. We were starting to repair the walls and Catapults as far as possible.
And all the while War is raging... That means in the end maybe we didn't win. Apollyon got what she wanted. She opened the next chapter of our history. A copy of what was written before...
"Come back in. The nights are getting colder again." The familiar soft voice of Mercy came from the doorway to the balcony I was on.
"Of course. You're right. I was just taking some time to think." I said.
"Come on. I know something that is going to distract you." she said with a suggestive voice while coming closer and put her arm around mine.
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The Fallen Legion: The feeling of sorrow
Fan FiktionThis is the story of the Warden (Y/N) (L/N), who now is a part of the Blackstone Legion, but also starting to question their leader Apollyon. This is the first part of what is likely o become a trilogy called „The fallen Legion".
