In a large dark desert like land a blood ridden battle field lay in waste body's lay on the ground in paled with swords and arrows. Others limbs were severed from their body's limbs lied next to them. Arrows broken and jammed into the hard dirt ground wood and barrels smashed. Yet from the battlegrounds laid a large stone castle it had large ivory stonewalls with large towers.
It seemed lifeless and abandoned but in the center on the large stone roof stood one person. A lone soldier he was an older man he had dark black pointed hair with long red streaks running from back to front. He wore a long black trench coat with red on the inside. He had large steel-toed boots with red laces in the center. On his right arm he had a silver arm guard. He wore black gloves with a red inside. He held two blades on his back one was a very long and wide sword that had a large steel blade. The other was shorter and long but when the moon arises it would have a shimmering blue aura.
This mans name made the most maniacal demons trembling in fear. This great warriors name was Termina…
Termina stayed in a watchful position. His glaring beady eyes watched carefully as a dark sunset had almost been swallowed buy the large mountains. The short blade he called nomad had started glowing its strange blue aura
"Well its almost time again"…His voice was deep but quit as the night became cold and dead.
The ground had a slight glow and the souls of ounce fallen soldiers had risen up to ghostly forms. There ghastly appearance would scare any normal human. But Termina wasn't human he was a cold-blooded soldier
"RA!!" He yelled in a loud bloodthirsty tone.
As he jumped down bearing the sword known as nomad in his large hands. He came slicing down on a ghostly soldier and the other had screamed to the night telling him another battle of darkness had begun