The Last One

Prologue

…"What the hell do you think you are doing with that….?" Were the last words that came from a dying female alchemist's mouth. The figure he was speaking to was embedding a very deep sword wound onto her. "You won't get away with this, Michael. You'll see," a dying priest was saying. He, too, has suffered the same fate as the alchemist. "You filthy knight!" A voice shouted from behind Michael. "How dare you… killing comrades for your own benefit!" A heavyset Crusader was brandishing his Saber at him. Charging at the Lord Knight with his armored Peco, he muttered the spell that was Grand Cross under his breath.
"I am the light The keeper of justice Lord God, help me Give me the power To… Uggh!" Before the Crusader even finished his spell, twelve fast pierces from the Lord Knight's spear had already killed him.

Michael grabbed the Crusader's amulets. He dropped them on the ground, then pierced them, tearing them to pieces. The Crusader was still able to put a curse on the Lord Knight before dying. To this, the Knight paid no heed. He went on towards the cold labyrinths of Glast Heim's dungeons. "Master… it is done." The Knight said to a cloaked figure, flanked by a whole army of Rybios. "They are now dead, master. I await your reply, as well as my reward."

The cloaked figure looked at him. Immediately, a group of Rybios closed in on him. The Lord Knight tried to retaliate, but to no avail. The Rybios were too strong for him. The cloaked figure approached him. "Well done, my son," the evil man said. "Now, for your reward. Baphomet…" Baphomet, appearing from nowhere, scythe in hand took careful aim at Michael's neck. "Make it painless, my friend. He deserves it." Maniacal laughter followed after the dark man had said this. This was enough to almost kill Michael. Baphomet took one swipe.

Then, darkness. Soon after, this darkness would also cover the world of Midgard.

Miles away from Glast Heim, a Novice named Destiny awoke with a start, her voice shaky, and she was gasping for breath.