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This is another release of Fate Overlord. I hope you enjoy it. Please tell me if it is good, bad or meh.


Chapter One "Hero"

"What?" Shirou blinked in surprise.

Shirou was at a loss for words. He had been playing the final hour of his favorite video game, YGGDRASIL, before it would be forever shut down. He was enjoying the view, watching the seconds to shutdown countdown, and when the game shut down Shirou had been expecting to find himself back in his bedroom. That wasn't the case when he instead found himself in a lush green forest, grass and trees seemingly stretching in every direction.

Under normal circumstances, Shirou would have slowly investigated his surroundings, but before he could even start, he smelled something alarming. It was the smell of something burning. It was the scent of burning human flesh, something he was familiar with. Shirou sniffed the air, but before he could even locate the origin of the smell, Shirou noticed smoke rising through the tree's canopy.

He quickly jumped up several tree branches until he landed on the top of the tallest tree, to get a clearer view. Clear from the trees, Shirou soon spotted burning buildings. The number of houses he saw suggested that he was looking at a village. It was an agricultural village as Shirou saw vast open farmlands surrounding the village, and it was western in design, with buildings that could be seen in Feudal Europe.

He could see villagers were being massacred, with those surviving divided into two camps. The largest being those that were fighting or fleeing for their lives, another being those that were being sexually abused.

"Calm down, Shirou Emiya." He voiced out to himself as Shirou suppressed his emotions, to stop himself from rushing in and began rationally planning what was the best course of action.

The attackers lacked modern weaponry such as firearms and explosives, though that didn't mean they were not well equipped, far from it. Going by the standards of the era of cold weapons, the attackers were very well equipped indeed. The attackers were equipped with an array of weapons to deal with multiple kinds of enemies, and they wore armor that provided some level of protection to their entire bodies. They're not ordinary bandits.

It wasn't just their equipment that caught Shirou's attention. Anyone with opportunity, wealth and connections could get their hands on high-quality war gear but training is not something you can get anywhere. The way the attackers operated caught his attention the most, they were or must have been professional soldiers in the past. That was the only way Shirou could explain the high level of teamwork, not just on a squad-level but on a company-level, that they were displaying.

It was no surprise to Shirou if the village had been overwhelmed easily by the attacker. The villagers had only farming tools to use against the attackers, but to little or no effect. Armor was protecting the most obvious and easily targeted areas of the attackers and the areas where the armor was exposed or very weak were carefully guarded by the attackers as they treated the villagers as a potential threat that could kill them if not taken seriously.

Shirou didn't have to be a seer to see the fate of the village. It was clear that the village was going to be ransacked and then burned with the villagers that were either not killed or hiding being taken as slaves. He knew what to do, it was obvious. There was a village filled with people that he should be saving.

"Trace On."

- O -

"OHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Linda Di Gelanpo screamed in horror as she ran for her life.

She alongside her company of soldiers were tasked with attacking a small village. It was supposed to be an easy task. Get in and slaughter the majority of the villagers and make it look like the work of bandits. It was supposed to be a task with very little risk to them as the village lacked any fortifications and had little in defense but an ill-equipped and trained militia of farmers and hunters. For the next hour, they had fun pillaging, raping and killing the villagers.

Now, Linda had nothing but regrets. The first was not taking the proper precautions that were part of military protocol, she should have had several sentries posted to watch for any escaped survivors or possible enemy reinforcement. Linda quickly shook her head, she doubted that posting sentries would have helped at all given what she was running from. Her second regret was participating in all the atrocities against the villagers, the death that was chasing after her was like karma biting back at her.

"How did this happen!?" Linda screamed as she ran for her life while remembering how it had all started.

When the first of her comrades fell with an arrow sticking out of his head she had thought it had been a fluke, a villager getting lucky and the idiot being complacent. Their protective equipment covered their entire body and left very few exposed parts, and what parts that their armor didn't cover was incredibly small. Something that only the most skilled of archers had any real chance of purposely hitting. The notion that it had been a fluke quickly disappeared however, as several more of her comrades died from arrows hitting their armor's vulnerable points.

Whoever the archer was, they were extraordinary. Not even the finest archers that Linda had seen or heard in her life could compare to the archer that had forced her to flee. It was one thing to hit and kill someone in armor by aiming at their armor's vulnerabilities, it was another thing entirely to continue to do so in rapid succession.

"I don't want to die!" Linda screamed as she snapped out of her past memories.

The sword in her hand couldn't stop trembling and her plate armor continued to create loud clanking sounds as the metal components smashed against each other as she ran for her life. She didn't care what others would have thought at the sight of her heavily armored form running so unsightly. Pride didn't come before her life.

As Linda ran for her life, she wondered about the possible identity of the archer. Linda could think of a few comparable examples for her attacker. She remembered the stories she had learned growing up stories of legendary archers that existed only in stories. Archers that could shoot beyond what was considered possible for a normal bow and arrow, archers that could fire arrows at speeds unheard of, or even archers that could hit the smallest areas of exposed flesh.

When Linda saw a comrade that had not been more than a meter away from her get struck down by an arrow straight between the eyes through the small slit in the metal helmet, Linda was struck back into reality and remembered that she was still in possible danger and continued running for her life. In her panicked state, the black feathers used as fletching for the arrows, looked like crows' feathers, further associating the arrows with death in her mind. Thus, like crows are associated with death, thus the arrows were harbingers of death, "Run for your lives. The Black Rain of Death is coming!" Linda screamed herself hoarse as she ran as far away as she could from where the arrows came from.

The Black Rain of Death is what the hail of black-feathered arrows became known to whatever left of Linda's company, slaughtering anyone in its path. Arrows became the newest fears amongst the surviving soldiers, with the mysterious archer being an ever-present threat that loomed over the soldiers.

If they sexually abused, tortured or killed a villager then they were shot down. If they attempted to flee then they were shot down. If they remained still they were shot down. Only if the soldiers fled towards a specific location where they spared.

That was how Linda and her remaining comrades ended up in the village square.

Although their bodies were overwhelmed with fear, none of the soldiers tried to move a step, their shivering bodies causing their armor to give off clattering sounds. It wasn't because they were brave, since every single one of them was paralyzed with fear. It was because after reaching the village square, any soldier that took a step found themselves dead .

Linda slightly shifted her eyes to look for help. There were two hundred some people, around one hundred villagers, and a hundred or so soldiers, a third of the soldiers that assaulted the village around the village center. All the soldiers were gripped by fear, on the other hand, the villagers were cautious of the soldiers surrounding them but did not fear the invisible enemy that the soldiers did. Probably because none of the villagers had been targeted by the unforeseen attacker.

The mysterious archer had kept Linda and her comrades pinned down in the village square, any who attempted to escape were killed instantaneously the moment they were outside the boundaries of the village square. No matter how fast they ran or how well-armored they were, the black arrows found their mark, piercing through the smallest openings through their armor and helmets.

"Hey, I got an idea of how to get out of here. Interlock our shields together and slowly back away. Even if the archer can shoot from what should be an impossible range, there are limits to what his body and bow can do. All we need to do is keep from exposing the gaps on our armor until we reach the limit of the archer's range and we are free!" One of the soldiers, knees shaking, suggested to the others.

A solid plan against most archers, even the most skilled ones, but not against the mysterious archer that was responsible for the Black Rain of Death. There were many flaws in the idea that Linda was hearing that plan didn't consider how many assumptions they had that did not match the situation at hand. What stopped Linda from correcting her comrades' idea was that she wanted to see if the plan could work out or not. If their plan worked then she would use that plan to escape the kill zone with others who also chose to stay.

When some of her fellow soldiers began to interlock their shields, Linda felt a shiver run down her spine. Her fears were soon proven right when the barely finished shield wall, which was constructed within seconds, collapsed faster than it took to construct. The soldiers who had set forth to construct the shield wall, lying dead on the ground.

Linda's teeth now started chattering . Whoever was the mysterious archer, they had struck even greater fear into her heart. The game had changed. Before, the black arrows had struck the tiny gaps that armor had failed to cover, now the unmoving corpses of the soldiers that had constructed the shield wall had black arrows that pierced through their thick shields and armor.

The other soldiers took steps backward and gasped in horror, they felt more fearful than ever before. The protective equipment that had saved them from injury and death so much in the past was now useless, deadweight was all their armor served now. Some even considered the possibility of survival if they were to strip off their armor and make a run for it as they would be more agile.

Linda was one step ahead of her colleagues. She thought about all the scenarios that increased her chances of survival, only to come to the realistic and grim conclusion that there was no getting out of her present predicament. As she was gripped by her morbid imaginings she noticed that something was making its way towards the village square. Her eyes, blinded as they are by the sunlight behind the figure, couldn't see clearly.

A tall and muscular figure was walking into the village, spiked silver hair bounced up and down as its owner entered the village square. Steel colored eyes carefully looked around as if he was a hawk at the soldiers and the villagers like he was assessing everyone. The man's aura pinned his identity as no ordinary man. He wore black leather armor that made him seem like he was a lightly armored fighter, but the red overcoat he wore seemed to contain powerful magical enchantments of unknown purpose.

Linda took a step back when she finally managed to get a good look at the man without the sunlight shining right into her eyes.

"Is that…" A soldier blurted out in awe.

"Yea… I see the same." Another soldier agreed, nodding his head.

The black bow in the man's hand was longer than the height of most fully-grown men. It wasn't just the size of the bow that was amazing about it, both the upper and lower limbs of the bow were as thick as the arms of an average person. In the place of natural fibers that would normally make a bowstring were thin and sturdy metal-like wires, thick as a finger. The black bow was no ordinary one. And unlike any bow the villagers or soldiers had ever seen or heard about in their lives, it looked large enough that it could fire the munitions that were normally reserved for a ballista, siege weapons that fired gigantic wooden or metal missiles meant to pierce through fortifications.

Anyone looking at the massive black bow would have believed that they were daydreaming, because the strength required just to carry, much less use, such a bow seemed beyond the physique of the already physically impressive man.

"Damn, don't mess around with me!" One of the surviving soldiers shouted in anger as he charged forward and lunged at the man.

It happened in a blur, in a heartbeat, the charging soldier fell on the ground with a black arrow piercing straight through his metal helmet.

Soldiers and villagers alike, stared in fascination at the corpse of the dead soldier. For the soldiers, it quickly became apparent who was likely the mysterious archer that had dispatched so many of them from a distance that was not thought possible with a bow and arrow. Just thinking about the notion shook the soldiers to their core.

"Don't just stand there! At this range, he can't possibly get all of us. Think of our dead comrades! We must avenge them! Charge!" Another soldier bellowed.

None of the soldiers required further encouragement, they have become armored with the notion of avenging their dead comrades, people that knew as close as family. Fear dissipated, in its place was courage. Without thinking about their own lives and only thinking about the bloodthirsty thirst for revenge that was welling up within them did the soldiers abandon any notion of self-preservation and charged forward in mass.

The villagers trembled in fear, fearing that their would-be-savior's death seemed inevitable. A figure that had for a moment seemed like a glimmer of hope, a chance of defeating the soldiers would suffer a death that would leave them without any possible chance of escaping slavery or death. When they thought about the inevitable death of their potential savior, the villagers began to weep.

"Aaaarrrrrhhhhh!" The soldiers yelled as they charged the lone archer.

When most archers would panic or flee when the odds were against them such as the mass charge of soldiers, the man stood still. He showed not even the slightest signs of being afraid. Instead, the man stood his ground, and the massive black bow's drawstring was drawn back. A black arrow was notched, acquired its target and fired. That was what the archer did, repeatedly, in a calm manner. He didn't show the slightest inclination that he was at all afraid or distracted by the mass of charging soldiers screaming for his blood.

Linda watched in disbelief as her fellow soldiers started falling onto the ground unmoving. Out of the eighty that had charged at the archer, thirty had already died before even reaching the archer. She thought that there was hope, what she saw made her begin to doubt the possibility that the man would die.

What are we up against? Linda thought in fear.

- O -

The first soldier to come into Shirou's reach was instantly surprised by his reaction. Shirou let go of his massive black arrow and it disappeared in motes of light as his favored weapons materialized in his hands, gleaming with the sunlight they reflected. Kanshou and Bakuya spun in his hands as they made their way towards the charging soldiers.

A soldier had raised his solid metal shield, to no avail. Kanshou made mincemeat out of the breastplate protecting the soldier, the armor might as well not have existed before it. His favored blades might not be the most powerful Noble Phantasms, but they were still blades that had become legends on their own merits, weapons forged with the greatest materials and skills that most would never achieve in their lifetime.

Shirou only kept his attention on the first soldier until he smashed onto the ground as he was cut from the waist down before he turned to parry an incoming slash from a sword. The second soldier that attacked Shirou and his colleagues stared with shocked eyes as Kanshou bit into the metal of the long sword. The forward momentum of the sword swing caused the soldier not only to cut his sword against Kanshou, but also his body. He had effectively killed himself without Shirou even having to do anything but block.

Bloodthirst still clouded many of the minds of the soldiers who had decided to charge at Shirou, they ignored what they had seen and moved to engage Shirou. For ignoring the sheer difference in equipment and battle prowess, the soldier soon paid a very dear price. Their life.

The next minute was something that made Linda and the soldiers who are still alive reconsider fighting back as a sound decision. Those soldiers that had decided to fight Shirou, despite everything they saw, were ruthlessly and efficiently eliminated. Shirou would weave in and out of danger so narrowly that at times it seemed that he should have been wounded or killed before he would seamlessly counter, his superhuman agility not just helping in surviving but also eliminating his enemies. With Kanshou and Bakuya cutting through exposed flesh and armor with ease, it didn't take long for the fifty soldiers or so to be cut down.

A minute later, Shirou was surrounded with the corpses of the fifty soldiers that had charged at him and fought him in close combat. The corpses around Shirou were something that couldn't be seen outside a butcher, piles and piles of meat that seemed like it was cut using an industrial metal cutter instead of swords and human muscle .

"What… how is that possible?"

"He isn't human. No human could fight so many well trained and equipped soldiers like they were nothing."

"Where did those swords appear from?"

"You shouldn't be worried where they appeared from! Instead, you should be worried about how sharp and light they are!"

The dozens of soldiers that had sought out to avenge their fallen comrades through sheer numbers took several steps back when they realized how naïve they had been thinking about using such a tactic without thinking first. They had mistaken the lone archer's appearance as bravado or as a bluff. Now that they thought more about it, any sane person wouldn't have acted the way Shirou did without being perfectly sure that they could survive. After all, why bother appearing in person now, when he had them all dead to rights before?

Shirou saw several of the soldiers begin to tremble and their faces turned blue as they realized their folly. While they were well trained and well equipped, that was only by the standards of ordinary human soldiers. He on the other hand, had fought the pinnacle of what humanity had to offer, legendary heroes that had transcended death. These soldiers were a simple task compared to what he had dealt with during the Holy Grail Wars or the Singularities.

As the soldiers took several steps back in fear, the encirclement around Shirou widened.

Shirou threw Kanshou and Bakuya. He also added several additional copies to the flying Noble Phantasms. They flew and struck true, each one cutting through metal, flesh and bone with no resistance. All the soldiers around him were promptly reduced to pieces of meat as several blades protectively flew around him.

"Amazing…"

"He might do it."

The villagers began to whisper and mutter with each other. Shirou couldn't help but continue to smirk. Unlike before, when he had been smirking to unnerve the soldiers, he was now genuinely smirking, fear was a greater restraint than physical ones. The villagers had the soldiers outnumbered three times, if the villagers all decided to fight, then they would surely overwhelm their captors. If the whispering and muttering continued as it is, then it wouldn't be long before the villagers saved themselves.

When he turned to see the remaining soldiers, it was evident that they were scared stiff. So, scared that they might even kill themselves to escape the terror. Most of the soldiers were trembling so fearfully that they were paralyzed in fear and lowered their guard, several soldiers had even collapsed onto the ground either falling on their backside or fainting outright.

Collectively, the soldiers couldn't believe their own eyes due to how unbelievable what had just happened, they began to wonder if they were in a nightmare or reality. None of the soldiers would believe their eyes, the monster clad in human form had killed so many of their comrades with ease and made it seem like it had been a walk through the park. The notion that even soldiers that had trained tirelessly and had years of battle experience under their belt had been defeated so easily solidified their fear. They began to feel that it was meaningless to fight even with great numbers, against the monster before them.

"Aaaarrrhhhhhh!" A chaotic scream started to fill the air in the square. One of the soldiers couldn't stand the terror, cried out desperately, and tried to escape.

The remaining soldiers encircling Shirou collapsed as the soldiers' broke formation and fled. However, not a single soldier that had not participated in encircling Shirou fled with the others. The reason for that became apparent immediately. The escaping soldiers only managed to get away by several steps before they collapsed onto the ground in pieces as Kanshou and Bakuya sang in the air.

"No soldier will survive if they choose to flee," Shirou said in a serious tone as he readied another batch of Kanshou and Bakuya.

- O -

"Heeeeeehh!" Linda screamed in fear as she fell onto her backside.

It was a slaughter, the worst slaughter that Linda had ever seen in her life. She had done many, many things in the name of the Six Gods, Linda had participated in several massacres, against heretics and mutants alike, but never had she witnessed a slaughter like the one that was before her. Those slaughters had been done by teams of trained soldiers working together, but never by one individual like the monster before her.

Human instincts were to blame for the many deaths of the slaughter that happens next. Ingrained within all humans were the instincts to either fight or flee. Fight had been attempted before, and it was obvious what had resulted. a bloodbath had ensued without a single scratch on the lone monster. Since fighting had failed, many of the soldiers had been instinctively guided to flee for their lives. The only soldiers left alive were only alive because they had disobeyed their instincts or were too shocked to move.

Even though their hands were holding swords, no one dared to attack, Not after the results of the en masse charge had failed so spectacularly. Their attacks were ineffective and trying to run away meant instant death, there was only one road left to take. And that was to be toyed with, until the archer decided what was to be their fate.

Although they all wore full-cover helmets that were hiding the faces underneath, by now everyone should have realized their fate, battle-hardened men and women started crying like children. They came to bully the weak but never in their life would they have imagined that they would suffer the same fate.

"God, please help me ..."

"God ..."

Several soldiers choking back tears could be heard asking for god's help. Feeling powerless, Linda almost knelt as well to start cursing or beg for a godly intervention. While the soldiers realized what their impending fate was and started to pray, their prayers were suddenly interrupted by a piercing screech.

"You, you guys, hurry up and block that monster!"

Linda watched what happened next with a disbelieving look. Because every soldier was wearing full-cover helmets it was impossible to see their faces and with their voice hoarse due to fear and screaming it was hard to determine who issued this order. But with this kind of attitude, only one person could be responsible.

…...Captain Belius. Linda's expression twisted.

"I can't just die here, you commoners! All of you! All of you, go and buy me some time! Become a shield to protect me!"

No one took action. Although he was a captain in name, he wasn't respected. Who would sacrifice their life for such a selfish and greedy man? Only the archer showed any form of reaction to his loud screeching. While the soldiers were still gripped by hopelessness, they also began to have a deep sense of loathing at their so-called 'Captain'.

"What do you offer to compensate for the crimes that you have committed against this village?" The human monster asked, curiosity dripping in his cold voice.

Captain Belius jumped in fright when he found the human monster right beside him without him noticing. While the human relaxingly held his hands free of the blades that had brought so much death, Belius did not doubt for a second that it could materialize and cut him in twain before he could even have the slightest chance of wounding the monster. Not after seeing several soldiers working in tandem failing. When he met his gaze, he got the feeling that he was looking at an investigator, judge and executioner rolled into one person.

"Money, I can give money! Two hundred gold coins! No, five hundred gold coins! No! No! If you let me live I'll give you a thousand!" Captain Belius shouted to both his soldiers and the man before him.

Money had never stopped to work for Belius. He had bribed his way out of trouble countless times before and he was sure that he could do the same with the man before him. Another message he meant at the same time with his offer for money was also directed at his soldiers. The money he promised was worth a small fortune, more than enough money to live in luxury for several years. What Belius had failed to understand was at that moment it was just like asking his soldiers to jump from on top of a 500 meters cliff and only if they were able to survive would they be given the reward. Nobody would be foolish enough to accept such an offer.

While no one took action, only one person moved.

"What...!" Belius shouted as he felt an immense amount of pain from his chest. "Let, let me live! I am begging you! I will do anything you ask!"

The nearby soldiers and villagers who saw what happened couldn't stop their bodies from becoming stiff with horror.

Belius continued to beg as his hands grasped the foreign object lodged in his torso, where his heart should be. The monster ignored his words, he just watched in eerie silence as Belius failed to realize that his death was already inevitable. He watched even when Belius continued to beg as his life slipped from his eyes.

"Aaargh– I, I'll give you money, let, let me…"

Belius's body continued to function for several more seconds before it finally drew its last breath.

"No…. No… No."

"God!"

Belius' shocked soldiers wailed in anguish. They were seeing someone that was a monster clad in human form, they were seeing a monster. A monster with mastery of three different disciplines of combat: the bow, blade and magic. A human monster that was a legendary archer, warrior and magician.

Their fate was now out of their control. To run would mean to lose one's life, but to stay would mean a fate of death just the same. They had committed similar crimes to Captain Belius, it was obvious what they had done when it was common sense what would befall on a village when it was raided and plundered. The only choice they had now was to either die of their own free will or have it decided by another. Although they were well aware of the notion, they had no idea what to do. Death was the same no matter their choice, it was only a measure of how much pain they would feel before they died. Thus, their bodies were unable to move a single step.

"Calm down!" Linda roared to her comrades, piercing the wails of despair. The area became silent as if time had stopped. "Retreat! Hurry and blow the horn ! Send the signal to the soldiers that are not here! While the horn is blown, the remaining people here try to buy some time for the others to escape! I for one will rather die knowing that I managed to save my comrade, get moving!"

Everyone immediately sprang into action. Gone was the bewilderment from before, every soldier worked as one and moved with the momentum of a splashing waterfall. Mechanically following orders, they stopped thinking, their training kicked in to obey the commands of their superior. And it was hard to ignore the commands when they were shouted with so much conviction and charisma, they were going to make a miracle happen or die trying. The chaotic actions from before would not happen a second time, all the soldiers knew what they had to do. They needed to protect the one in charge of blowing the horn, to contact the other soldiers to retreat.

A retreating soldier put down his sword and took out a horn from his bag.

"Like I would let you run away from the crimes that you have committed against this village!" The monster screamed as he materialized a sword and threw it.

The soldier with the horn could only watch in horror as the horn that he had been moments away from blowing broke in his very hands. The precious signal that would alert his comrades that were patrolling the perimeter of the village to retreat lives was dashed with the destruction of the horn.

A whirlwind of death formed in the village square. Swords gleamed in the air as they flew everywhere as the monster spun around. A hail of swords with rains of blood was displayed in that village square. Anyone that saw the never-ending flood of swords flying in the air would assume that the thrower had sacrificed accuracy for rate of fire. That was not the case. Each flying sword resulted in instant death. The whirlwind of death was both pinpoint accurate and lightning fast.

The soldiers knew that standing still in the open meant instant death. However, even they knew that moving would make little difference to a monster that could fire an arrow that accurately from so far away. And the same logic applied with the flying swords. Still, every soldier continued to run because they hoped the very short time it took for the monster to track and throw his instrument of death would buy their comrades another precious seconds longer to live.

Some soldiers stayed behind to buy their retreating comrades time by advancing at the lone archer with a defensive wall. They knew that creating an interlocking shield wall would do little prevent the human monster from hitting the smallest chinks in their formation, but they overlapped their shields over the other or underneath to increase the thickness of their shields to at least slow down the armor-piercing swords for a comrade to have increased chance of survival.

Sword after sword, more and more died as each flashing sword hit their mark. In a blink of an eye, several soldiers would die.

"Ditz! Morite! It's your time to strike. If you don't, take that cursed monster down then it is going to kill all of us at this rate!"

The soldiers who were singled out hurried and charged to kill the invincible enemy. Swords continued to fly as the shield wall continued to close in around the lone monster and those who were brave enough rushed forward in an attempt to silence the rain of swords.

In a flash, four soldiers had died. Although Linda felt fear, she took her sword and stood before the black whirlwind, ready to heroically sacrifice herself like a martyr.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Even if there was no chance of winning, Linda did not intend to sit still and, shouting a battle cry, used all her strength as she sprinted forwards and swung her sword towards the lone archer.

Maybe it was because it was her dying gasp, but Linda broke her limits and released a strength that surprised even herself. It might've been the best slash she ever did in her whole life. It is all for naught.

The monster simply leaned out of the way, dodging the blade by the barest of margins. And with nary a whisper, turned around and delivered a slash right in the middle of Linda's eyes.

After a flash, Linda's eyes spun around to see her sword tumble onto the ground, and her eyes began to close as she lost consciousness. Before the darkness took her, Linda heard the sound of several horns being blown.

At least, I got some of my comrades out of here alive.


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