As the full moon rose in the distance, rows of soldiers marched their way to Ashfeld. The torches danced in the night. The Blackstone Legion's marching was the only sound as they left a burning city called Ran. The city rested on the outskirts of the Myre. Ran was a major supplier to the Emperor's Palace, for its foundation was farming. The effects of a major food supply would increasingly hurt the Samurai, for the Samurai, without food, would be forced to get it from somewhere else. That somewhere else would be either the Vikings or Knights, which would create something that Apollyon wanted - war.

Apollyon's black steed suddenly stopped in front of the Blackstone Legion, causing Holden Cross, the warlord's mighty Lawbringer, to step forward, saying, "what is wrong, sire?"

"Do you see that, Cross?" Her voice was quiet and powerful. Extending her arm, she dragged it across the distance, making Cross peer into the distance, "that is the future battlefield. The battlefield where we separate the wolves from the sheep."

"I see," Cross responded to his master. Underneath the ghastly helmet, Apollyon smiled, for her plans were finally starting. Kicking the animal that she sat atop on, the horse started its gait once again, causing the rest of the Blackstone Legion to begin their march. As rain fell from the sky, a Peacekeeper, who was called Mercy, walked up behind the Lawbringer.

"What did that mean?" Mercy quietly whispered to Cross, causing him to sigh.

"I'm not sure; however, I'm sure that it means a lot if it's coming out of her mouth," Cross told the Peacekeeper without removing his eyes off Apollyon. Crossing her arms, Mercy tensed her figure, for she was skeptical of the warlord's plans. It wasn't that Cross didn't have his doubts about Apollyon, but he had seen what she could do; and it was very, very violent.

And the Blackstone Legion, once again, marched into the night, leaving a burning silhouette of a city in the back of their mind. And as the armored soldiers marched forward, a few of the men and women were having second thoughts - something that the warlord, known as Apollyon, would have a problem with. Nevertheless, the ones who thought these thoughts knew that they'd have to do something about this.

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