With each breath drawn, Sebastian's lungs felt on fire. His hands trembled and he felt the earth shifting under his feet. With Blaine right beside him, scimitar grasped tightly in his gloved hands, Sebastian knew everything they had worked toward together had culminated to this defining battle.
"Scared, B?" Sebastian spoke under his breath as the two glared up at their demented adversary.
"What kind of prince would I be if I admitted that?" Prince Blaine of Westerwick questioned with a wry laugh. Perhaps a year ago he would've been frightened down to his very core to face up against the tyrannical king of Lima, but not today- not after everything he'd been through.
The ground beneath them shook again but neither man appeared phased. Armies around them, friend and foe alike, fought determinedly and neither Sebastian nor Blaine were an exception. After they had battled their way through an army of foes, they both stood in the middle of the throne room.
The Supreme King Hummel, who had no intention of giving up his place as head of the Westerwick kingdom, glowered at the two young men from his seat on the throne. His son, the crown prince, stood right beside him with a similar expression donning his scarred face.
"Kill them both, Father! Especially that weaselly peasant!" The out-of-breath Prince Kurt all but shrieked, unsheathing his broadsword and pointing it in Sebastian's direction. "He's the cause for our downfall! He's the reason for all of this!"
As Kurt gestured around them, from the crumbling walls of the castle, to the great, winged beast fighting and devouring Liman foot soldiers just outside; war raged on all across the land and would continue until a victor emerged from the rubble.
Blaine would reclaim the throne and restore the legacy of the Anderson name.
He would restore his kingdom to its former glory.