Prologue
Seras looked around the battlefield. The two regals were protected by the knight and the cavalier. The once cleric was setting the enemy archers on fire with a recently unleashed fury. The two myrmidons were fighting back-to-back. Seras had seen how fiercly they protected each other; she knew they were lovers as most of their soldiers did. Once the male had decapitated a general, slicing through the layers of armor, just because he was facing the direction of his love, even though the general's weapons had already broken as two soldiers pummeled him.
Seras sidestepped a sword swipe, and pressed her hand against the man's back. Black magic flowed from her tips and into the soldier. Before he could react, the Flux wrapped itself around his face and his brain imploded. As all of her attacks, there was no blood; only death.
The cavalier dismembered an archer, whose arrow flew wrong. Instead of hitting the weaker regal, it struck Seras in the ribs. She saw Drake, with his smug little smirk, for just a split second, and everything went black.