"The Power of the King will condemn you to a life of solitude."
That was what she had said. But did he have any choice? He would die here without her power.
Did he really want to have a choice? Had he not sworn to obliterate Britannia all those years ago?
"What's happening here!?" the solider bellowed, hand shaking as Lelouch revealed his Geass.
The decision was made. It was done. "I, Lelouch vi Britannia, command you!"
He smiled.
"Now! All of you! Die!"
In the darkness between the shafts of sunlight penetrating through the gloom, there came a hissing sound.
His power called them forth, the great beasts! Their black beaks, their wide wings, they beady, soulless eyes.
"Bwark!"
"Bwark Bwark!"
"Bwaarrrkk!"
The soldiers screams filled the warehouse. They shot wildly, and batted at the creatures with their hands. But it was to no avail. Lelouch's power was too great for them.
And soon... all was silent.
Lelouch stood, looking down at the corpses of his brother's soldiers. This power, this incredible power, was his. Truly, the Power of the King!
"Well then!"
"Villetta, you must remember something! Please! Anything! We need a lead, our forces were decimated, the Prince is dead! I must have answers!"
Margrave Gottwald stood at the bedside of his subordinate and friend, she had been badly wounded during the battle and discovered, nightmare missing, covered in blood.
She was bandaged head to toe, and immobilised in a full body cast.
"I remember something..." she wheezed.
Gottwald drew closer to hear.
"The feathers... so many feathers."
