This chapter was delayed a bit partly due to issues in my personal life, and partly due to some last-minute changes that had to be made as I noticed there was a potential plot hole that needed to be removed before it become an issue, which then required that I revised chapter notes for stuff coming in the future to ensure that its effect wouldn't even be noticed. Mid-way through writing this, I did watch the last two latest episodes of Oshi no Ko and yeah, the writer knows what he's doing as the same talent and care he brought to Kaguya-sama, he brings to this new project…kinda makes it even clearer then isekai writers either don't try or don't have the talent. One last thing, I'm setting up a P-a-treon, it's not yet as I still need for them to run it through their guidelines, but once its up, I would appreciate it if you can give something(only if you can, this isn't a demand) as it'll help me to continue this as I refine my craft.
Chapter 21: The Day the Demon Returned
The wind whistled with the ears of the Owl as it flew, as it had since it had left the human settlement of Manchester a little over 85 minutes ago, flying high over the ground and out of sight in the rain clouds that seemed to cover its entire journey. Soon its crimson eyes caught sight of its destination; a thick, sprawling forest in the middle of the Welsh countryside. As it descended from the clouds and increased its pace with a flap of its large wings, the distance between it and the first trees decreased significantly before it had flown past the first few trees. Once the mighty bird of prey passed that boundary, things changed as the rains seemed to fade away, replaced with an overpowering and thick fog that hid the forest's interior from the unwanted, powerful barrier spell's work.
Despite the fog seemingly masking anything further than a few meters in front of it, the owl flew through it all without issue, moving to avoid any and everything in its way. Soon enough, it broke from the trees into a clearing that lay at the centre of the enchanted woods, a clearing that housed the entrance that allowed for stable travel between the worlds of men and fey. Of course, this wasn't the only thing within the clearing as there was a small encampment, a collection of tents big and small with people moving between them. Mounts were housed close by, tended to by younger members of the gathered party, including a pink-haired woman wearing a form-fitting red, gold and pink pilot suit arguing with a blonde man, taller than in her a similar suit if only his own was white, grey and gold.
The owl flew by them, unseen. The same story with a pink-haired woman and a teal-haired man who seemed to be discussing something outside a tent set aside as a mess hall. Rather, its attention was focused on a lone figure that sat close to the other side of the clearing, under the shade of a tree. Seeing the bird approaching, they rose their left arm, giving the otherworldly bird a perch to land on. As it landed on the intricately and expertly crafted bronze and iron prosthetic, it met the eyes of its master, their twin crimson gaze shining as it relayed all that it had seen on its scouting mission. Days' worth of knowledge was sent from one mind to another in only a few moments before the man closed his eyes and signed, leaning back into the tree with an unreadable expression.
'So,' He spoke, his voice even soft carrying a sense of power and authority, but also hints of regret. 'It seems that we'll be seeing one another soon enough.' With that thought finished, he banished his familiar from the physical realm, its job done as he stood to his full height and walked into the camp to speak with his commanders.
Plans needed to be made.
Within one of the lesser-used public squares away from the city centre, the group arrived as they were told. With most at home at this hour, it was only the shine of the moon that could provide most of the light with the few street lights adding where they could. As Kallen had expected after what they learned, the place didn't have too many people, mainly women and children, with families seeming to be the norm which made sense as if this was an operation that seemed to whish people away without evidence or trial, one would wish to bring as many of their family with them as they could. Despite this, she couldn't help but frown as she saw so many children, many no older than 10, scared and confused as they held into their older siblings or parents.
Remaining close to the rest of her group, they didn't need to wait long before someone appeared from the shadows of an alley, walking with a sense of purpose that would-be refugees wouldn't have, immediately identifying themselves to the group of rebels as someone with authority. Like the rest, the man was dressed casually, but on his face, he wore a blank mask to conceal his identity. 'Right, me old china plates, I wanna give ya all a proper thank you for showin' up 'ere, 'cause I reckon this whole shebang looks a bit too good to be true, innit? Unfortunately, with the state of things bein' all buggered up, it seems like this sorta nonsense is the bleedin' norm these days.' Kallen raised a brow but said nothing as she and the rest heard just how thick the man's accent was.
'Now, 'ere's the thing, we don't fancy wastin' our bleedin' time 'ere like a bunch of daft gits, so we better get a move on, right? Parents, mind ya, keep yer bleedin' nippers right by ya, 'cause stoppin' the whole bleedin' lot 'cause little Tom's gone walkies ain't somethin' we can bleedin' afford to do more than a couple o' times.' He explained to them as he tapped on his wristwatch, many of the parents following his instructions to the letter as their already tight hold on their kids got even tighter.
'What now?' Someone in the crowd asked him as the man turned to face them as he pointed towards the alley he can come out of.
'Youse lot, ya stick with me. The path's already been sorted out, no unwanted peepers or lugs around, but 'ave a gander at this: we're tryin' to keep it low-key, yeah? So, if ya feel like bawlin', 'owlin', and raisin' a ruckus, keep it in yer back pocket for when we're outta this mess and ain't 'angin' by a thread, starin' death or gettin' nicked in the face. Got it? Right, off we pop then.' He didn't waste time as he turned around to leave, the crowd's hesitation lasting only long enough for him to make it to the alley before they followed him. Kallen had expected digression, but she thought that sticking mainly to alleys and backroads would have been too obvious to anyone watching but their guide did say that the path had been cleared ahead of time.
Regardless, following his words, it was a mainly quiet trip as they traversed through Manchester, away from the city's limits and to their confusion, leading deeper into the city as some started to whisper that they were being led into a trap, that all this was just a government plan to identify people that could be threats and eliminate them on mass, if not detain them without trial. Cornelia glanced at the crowd, but kept her tongue, same as the rest of them as their guide who surely heard this just kept moving, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of gum before he popped on into his mouth. Before this could reach a boiling point, the man stopped, in front of him was a service door for sanitation workers to access the city's sewers. However, as it was a place that barred just anyone from entering, there was a locked keypad on it, not that it stopped their guide as he pulled out a small device and placed it next to the keypad and within 10 seconds, the light went green as the door opened up into the dark downward tunnel.
'Before you all lost your shit, we're not going into in-use sewage systems.' He informed them as he started to guide them in, remaining up top as the group slowly entered and went down the stairs, being careful not to slip and fall in the low light environment as most of the lights were off. Kallen's group, having been the first to enter, reached the bottom and found that they weren't alone. Waiting for them, was another group of people whose guide was already done there, just like their own, she also wore a mask, one identical to the first one's which seemed to imply that it was a uniformity between them all. Her presence calmed those that followed them as they waited a few minutes for the last of the group of their guide to make it. With the two groups now linked up, the mob of a little under a hundred people began to move once more, the calm of the situation and lack of fowl smells lowered tensions enough that Tamaki, along with other young and able-bodied people, started to help the elderly to carry their luggage.
As they moved, Kallen noted that she had been worried that Chiba and Tamaki would stick out, being Japanese but it seemed like it wasn't something that anyone seemed to care about, not when there were other Asians, few as they were, in the crowd. The bonus was that due to how they were all more worried about themselves, there was little in the way of intergroup chatter, so they didn't even need to use their pre-planned excuse of how they all had lived in the city for years. What she did wonder about was what kind of selection process was used for this entire operation as they had poured over all the reports, they could get their hands on regarding it, and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason, with reports jumping between countries and continents as if someone spun a globe and wherever their finger landed, that was where they'll take their operations. The fact that they managed to get into this one was more luck than anything else if they hadn't, it would have been months if not a couple of years before they had another chance.
'We've been walking for 3 hours; shouldn't we have reached the end by now?' Tamaki asked as he started to regret helping an elderly couple with their bag as it was starting to wear on him. In the time that they spent underground, with only the light of the torches their guides used to light their way, they had met up with 3 more groups, bringing their number up to over 250 people. Such a mass of people moved slowly, however, and needed even more people to step up and carry stuff, resulting in him and at least 60 others carrying supplies.
'Probably, I don't know how complex the old Manchester sewage system is, but even if were didn't take the most direct path, this seems long.' Gino, the giant of the man, replied as he held up two large suitcases as if it was nothing. If nothing else, he seemed to enjoy the attention it garnered, both from the woman whose elderly parents he was helping and the little kids that fawned over him, especially after one asked if he was a Viking because he was big and strong.
'Well, gentlemen, it's nearly over. I see the end of it coming up.' Guilford, who also carried another's luggage as Cornelia didn't need his help, pointed towards the end of the end where a large light slowly grow as they approached, the crowd seeing it cheered as if nothing else, it meant getting out of the damned sewer as in use or not, a sewer wasn't designed to be used a transport route. As the group broke into the light of day, they saw that it was into an open area which would have flowed into the nearby Mersey which they could hear a little way away, really highlighting the tunnel's age considering the city had been one of the first to stop dumping raw sewage into the river back in the late 1850s.
'Aren't these city buses?' Chiba asked as they saw that in the clearing, hidden from view of any passing patrols and city limit cameras in the distance by shrubs and brush, were at least 16 buses waiting for them, all of them the kind one would find in a city and certainly not traversing any large distance between cities but it wasn't like you could find one of those to use without someone noticing. Frankly, city buses were likely the best option, Chiba just hoped that they had been modified to cope with their new purpose. However, that wasn't the only thing in the clearing as already present, were at least another 400 people who must have taken another route to get here, bringing the total number up to over 600.
'Pretty sure, yeah.' Kallen replied as they exited the tunnel using the hastily built stairway to the ground. Once the last person had gotten off, the staircase was knocked over. With the group gathered, another person climbed onto one of the buses, one that wore the same mask they had seen the rest of them wear as she cupped her hands to her mouth in place of a megaphone.
'Good morning. As you can see, there's a few buses right behind me that we'll be jumpin' on, but mind you, we've got limited seats, so not everyone's gonna get a spot. The priority's for the old 'uns over 65, the little 'uns under 10, the poorly ones, and the mums-to-be. The rest of ya will 'ave to either stand or take turns on the seats, alright.' She explained to them in an accent native to the city they were fleeing. Still, despite the 3-hour walk, the people didn't seem unreasonable as they grumbled their confirmation.
'Reyt then, let's crack on with boardin', shall we? I'd proper love to bugger off from 'ere in 20, mate.' She jumped off as they started leading people into buses, following the priorities that they laid out, which was then followed by families with children to keep them together. By the time it was their time, the group found themselves being separated as Gino and Kallen ended up on one bus, Cornelia and Tamaki in another, Milly by her lonesome and finally Guilford and Chiba. What none of them noticed was that one of the guides had been watching them for a while, or more accurately, watching Gino and Kallen before someone tapped their shoulder to get their attention to the board. As he expected, Gino was one of many on the bus that had to stand, holding into the overhead railing more common in subway cars. He prepared himself as he smiled at Kallen as the bus's engine started up and slowly started to move, followed by the rest as they drove away from the city, heading southwest.
That bus formed their space for the following hours as they drove through the early morning, past the sun rising in the east and reaching its apex at midday, and it moving west. They only stopped 7 times at what they were told were pre-selected points so that people could either use the bathroom, stretch their legs, refuel and swap out drivers to keep whoever was at the wheel fresh. Gino had been surprised that they managed to set up such way stations but it only showed him that whoever created this operation knew what they were doing as the stops weren't people going into the bus to take a leak, but heading into the bush to use cleverly hidden portable restrooms that even had sinks to allow people to wash their hands as found out first hand when he had to take a leak.
The fuel stops had been a similar set up as to avoid fuel stations, which were no doubt monitored and would have given them away, they not only kept to mainly secondary and backroads, but whenever they did need to refuel, they stopped at sports which had buried crates by the roadside with jerrycans of fuel ready and waiting for them, stretching their range further then he would have expected. As they long since crossed from England to Wales, he had taken to looking out towards the countryside and enjoying, but he also noticed that for a while now, the places they passed through were ghost towns, with not a single person out. He had thought they were merely avoiding them, but Kallen pointed out that they wouldn't have travelled through towns at all if for nothing else, than avoiding the chance that someone could rat them out, or they be seen by a policeman or worse, a World Police agent.
She had pointed out that the only reason they would travel through towns would be because they either had the tacit support of their entire residence, or there was no one to rat them out, and seeing how all of those towns seemed to have fallen into disrepair, he was willing to bet she was right. That bet become a fact when they saw the name of the latest town on a sign as they drove into it.
Rhayader
As the buses entered the deserted town's square, they came to a stop with a hiss of their air brakes as their drivers started to direct them off the busses, reminding them to take their luggage with them as this was their final stop. As they disembarked, Kallen couldn't help but ask.
'Excuse me,' She walked up to one of the guides, their masked face turning from the elderly couple he had been helping off the bus to her. 'Why are we getting off now? Is this the place?'
'Nope, we still got a fair ol' ways to go, but them roads that take us yonder ain't been tended to in donkey's years. These 'ere buses may have had a bit o' tinkering, but they'll struggle on that there terrain, mind.' The guide replied as he tapped the side of the city bus which has already performed wonderfully the entire trip.
'Wasn't there a road that we could have taken?' She asked, having noted that there was a rather well-kept road not too far from here, a road that they turned off from.
'We could 'ave done, but that 'un's got a world police booth 'cos of the forest, see?' He replied, surprising those close by along with Kallen and Gino, some like themselves for the fact there was a permanent, albeit small world police presence here, the others for the fact there was a desert as many knew the area to be plains and grassland.
'Forest?' The guide nodded their head at the question.
'Yup, 'bout 5 years ago, this 'ere forest popped up right outta nowhere, just like that. Them buggers been scratchin' their 'eads tryin' to make sense of it ever since. But truth be told, they don't give too much mind to this 'ere area, so if we're smart and take a longer route, we can sneak on by without raisin' too much of a ruckus.' The guide explained to them and pointed towards an older road which they seem to be on course to take.
'How does a forest just appear?' Someone asked.
'It's to hide our getaway route, mind ye. Wouldn't do if any ol' Tom, Dick, or 'Arry could just spot it like some bleedin' rubbish game o' Find Waldo, would it now?.' She couldn't see their face, but she could tell he was smiling as he said that. Even other guides seemed surprised by it as they turned to him, did he know more than the others?
'Still, we still got some time so everyone,' He turned to the group as a whole, now that many were facing him. 'Take a 30-minute break to relax and do what you need to, we're hiking it from here!' He announced to them, with some stating that they heard him as they moved about the lost town as kids started to explore. As Gino and Kallen left to try and find the others, the guide from before was watching them once more but he turned away before Kallen could notice, walking to talk to someone else about how they were lucky to finish the alterations on the buses in time for this.
Cornelia mused that despite the country paths they used, the distance they had to cover wasn't as long as they expected as with the sun setting to the west, they finally reached their mysterious destination and for someone that had seen a great many things in her life, she still found her silent as she and the rest of the crowd saw it. She had seen many forests, often in training or when in combat but this one was different, its trees were tall, thick and powerful with branches that twisted and turned at every angle, branches covered with dark green leaves that even from this distance, gave off a health, welcoming but mystical scent. The shrubs and flowers that made up the forest floor were multi-coloured and bright, to the point that she had seen paintings by masters that paled in comparison to this sight before her. The finishing touch on it all was the mis that seemed to surround the entire place, no matter where she looked, she couldn't see any more of the forest's secrets than it allowed.
'Oh my God…there's forest.' Someone whispered upon the sight of it, the entire place the size of a large town.
'It's beautiful.' Another added as children clambered to see it, their awes bringing further hope to them as after nearly a full day of travel and stress at the idea of being caught, they had all but completed the journey.
'And that, me dearies and gents,' The guide from before, he that seemed to know more than he let on, spoke. 'That be the final stretch of our voyage, me hearties. Once we be inside, 'tis plain sailin' till we reach safe harbour.' He finished as the group started to move, faster than before towards it.
However, this moment of jubilation and hope was stomped into the ground when an oppressive shadow appeared overhead, along with the sound of float engines. The group looked up in shock, and then fear as they realized that the source of this massive shadow wasn't some cloud, but a float ship-the Grey. Along with the flagship of the Grand Inquisitor, were two Avalon-classes, from which poured out 30 Vincent Guardians. As the crowd started to panic, the knightmares formed up around them, not pressed close but more than close enough for their guns to tear them all to pieces. Once they had been contained, just one machine appeared from the Grey, walking up from its place on top of the ship to look down on them. Despite the danger, Kallen couldn't help but hatefully glare as the visage of the Lancelot Dolores came into view.
'Attention criminals, this is the Grand Inquisitor of the World Police. You violate the laws and edicts of the government and as such, are now under arrest. Any that resist will be killed on the spot.' Suzaku coldly announced through his ship's speakers, his voice slamming into them as they all looked in fear at their situation as the guides wondered how the hell they had been found, that they had followed all the steps to the letter. Kallen didn't care for that, only for the fact they were in no position to fight, not when just one knightmare would have been more than enough, no…this was just a cruel show of force. As dropships from the Grey took up and started to make their way to them for pick-up, she wasn't the only one that considered making a break for it, there was still some distance between them and the tree line, but if she could offer up some sort of distraction, perhaps even just a few could make…no, that wouldn't work, not when knightmare rounds could turn most trees to splinters, and that disregarded the float ships in the air commanded by a bastard that would happily burn down the entire forest if it meant their deaths.
As the first drop ship landed, and the crowd of civilians just hoping for a better life started to cry as their fate seem to settle in, a strange thing happen. As the drop ship opened up and white cloaks came out, guns at the ready, a large owl landed in front of them, staring them down with a twist of the head. This oddity got received a pause from those present as to why would a bird like this choose to land here. For the white cloaks it was staring down, their training and experience aside, they couldn't help but stare into its deep crimson eyes, eyes that trapped them in place as it seemingly burrowed into their souls with its gaze alone. Suzaku, in irritation for the pause, was about to order them to just move on or kill the damn bird when from the forest, a mass hoot of owls could be heard, as if hundreds sang as one for all the hear. That number become clear when from the misty woods, hundreds of owls came flying out to the grasp of all those watching. Unlike the first, they didn't land but rather, began to fly around the ground of refugees, their bodies forming a done of sorts, almost as if they were protecting them.
Such strange behaviour couldn't be ignored as no one knew what to make of this the people held others closer in fright of it, but others couldn't help but wonder what this was, and why it was happening. Kallen and Suzaku especially as this was far too weird to be normal.
In the confusion of the birds, Suzaku's ire continued to rise as he just knew that he was the source of this. To prove his point, his sensor suite, one of the, if not the best in the world, detected movement in the forest. But unlike it was built to do, and detect the movement long before he could see it, it only pinged once the objects were close to the forest's edge, as the forest itself seemed to conceal all within it from his equipment. Though he couldn't hear them coming, those on the ground could as the steady and approaching beat of hooves on earth heralded the arrival of a group of knights on horseback, though to call whatever they rode to be horses would be the same as calling a sheepdog a wolf. Their mounts were massive, easily the size of a horse, with bodies seemingly built from nothing but pure muscle as they raced towards them, carrying their armoured riders.
Like the riders, most of the horses outside their size didn't stand out much with their brown hairs and thick long manes, but a few seemed to mimic the unique role of their riders as where others wore what seemed to be a standard brown and grey armour, these riders all wore a different coloured armour, colours that drew almost as much attention as the fact that they rode uniforms, the pure white beasts looking nothing like the whimsical creatures of children's stories as they stood taller and bulkier than their horse brethren, their horns long and sharpened, ready to impale anyone unfortunate enough to get in their way.
Having enough of this, one of the knightmares fired towards them to end this and show these fools why the calvary charge died over a century ago, however, he like the rest were in for a surprise when the 30mm Mach 2.5 anti-personal round didn't kill rider or horse but instead, bounced off a shield that formed right before it could. The impact from the round on the barrier protecting the two didn't slow them down, if anything, they increased their speeds to a point that no horse in full armour, carrying an armoured rider should have been able to reach. One of the riders of the white unicorns, someone adorned in white and pink armour, pulled out a rifle from their side and aimed at one of the Vincents. Having wised up after seeing them survive one of their rounds, the Vincent in question moved back to attempt and avoid the shoot.
It wouldn't save them.
Before they could fully understand their situation, the rider fired their gun but rather than bullets or shotgun pellets, what came out was a familiar and deadly red proximity missile-like projectile that pierced into the knightmare's arm before exploding, taking the limb and the rifle it was holding with it. a second shot forced the pilot to eject before they were killed. This destruction of a knightmare, but a rider on horseback of all things spurred the rest into action, with the group turning away from the civilians and undercover terrorists to focus solely on this new threat. Just like with the first one, their rounds bounced off the rider's shields which appeared and vanished like how early versions of the blaze luminous would have. Of course, their return fire didn't run into the same issue as while superior to the Vincent mass production models they succeeded in terms of speed, power and ease of use, like their predecessors, they lacked their shield system, a design choice that the pilots were paying for.
As the mass of 40 riders slammed into the knightmares, it devolved from a ranged assault to a crazed melee as another of the riders on a unicorn, one wearing orange and white armour pulled out a two-handed battle axe and with a battle cry of for his majesty, closed the distance between him and knightmare as he swung the weapon, aiming for its legs, the blade easily sliced through the armoured and internal steel skeleton of the machine, sending it crashing to the ground cockpit block first. To finish it off, the orange rider held his battle axe towards the damaged machine as he rode away, firing off a beam of orange plasma and flames which strike the top half of the machine, burning deep into its inner components before the damage grew too great and it too was destroyed.
In the confusion, yelling, fire and death that had fallen the melee, another of the white unicorn riders broke off from the assault and approached the civilians, but didn't interfere with the dorm of owls that still surrounded them. The rider in red, gold and pink slowly approached them.
'Are any of your injured?' They asked them, their voice giving away the fact they were a woman. at her side, she held the weapon that some had seen her use to dispatch a knightmare which happened to be a silver sword staff.
One of their guides, one with dark hair shook himself and raised to answer. 'Hmm…no, I don't think so,' There was something familiar in his voice but neither Gino nor Kallen could pin it down as the man looked around and while people were shaken and terrified, there seemed to be no injuries which he reported to the mounted knight.
The woman nodded at this, pleased as she turned to the melee a glance and saw that things were going well, especially with how they kept the knightmares from taking to the air by shooting in groups at whichever one tried, forcing them to remain on a 2D battlefield where their unlikely force held the advantage in speed, manoeuvrability in this tight-knit battle, and being smaller targets. 'That's good, once we've cleared the way, we'll going to lead you all away, so be prepared.'
'Why not now? It'll just take a single stray shot to kill us if we stay!' In response to the question, rather than use words, the knight instead thrust her sword-staff right at the man who asked faster than the civilians could react but as the cry of rage, anger and confusion was set to leave the lips of those who could, it was stopped dead in its tracks as rather than steel piercing flesh and bone, the weapon struck a barrier, similar to the ones protecting the knights as they continued to clear the field. Cornelia looked at the barrier, having this chance to see it up close and saw that it was a feint thing, seemingly made from flexible glass with symbols etched into it, no one remaining static as they buzzed about and shifted places with others randomly. Once the staff was drawn back, the barrier faded but they could tell it was still present.
'These aren't typical owls, they're familiar summons working as barrier wards. Nothing short of a large attack's gonna get through.' The knight informed them, making it clear that they were safe for the most part though many wondered who or what the source of this entire situation was. Cornelia was given a glimpse of the cause of all this when one of the owls broke from the formation around them and flew into the ground, avoiding the people jumping out of its way, or trying to hit it like they were moving in slow motion before it came and landed on Guilford's shoulder, surprising the spectacled man as to why it chose him. Once on its human perch, its head turned a full 180 degrees and faced the group, allowing them all to see the symbol within its eyes which while different from what they remembered, was still unmistakable:
The mark of Geass.
With that confirmation, the group of rebels turned back to the fighting and could now be sure that the knight in orange was Jeremiah and wherever he went, his master wasn't far behind. Seemingly answering their thoughts, a single rider broke from the melee, one who differed from the rest in many ways. The first being that he didn't ride a white unicorn as while his horse was horned, its horns were closer to those of a ram. Another difference was that while its hair was white, its mane was a mix of black and violet. Riding atop this mighty creature was its black and red armoured knight, one whose helmet differed from the rest in that like their mount, it features ram-like horns.
Kallen found her eyes tracking them through the carnage, everyone else falling away as they cleared the fighting, a casual flick of their dual-pronged spear sending a stalagmite of rock into the chest of a knightmare that tried to pursue him, but it didn't destroy it but the knock did send it onto its back where another rider dealt with it. away from the fighting, the rider dismounted from his horse, petting its head as the creature vanished into thin air as if it was never there. Standing tall with his cape fluttering in the wind, he lifted his spear made of bronze and silver towards the Grey, towards the Lancelot.
'How far have you fallen, Suzaku? To target those who can't fight back.' Despite all happening around them, his voice carried through the air like thunder, causing all conflict to cease. For Kallen, she couldn't help how her heart skipped a beat as it might have been years, and his voice might have changed but she could recognise it anywhere.
It wasn't just her as in the lull of the fighting, the Lancelot which had been content to watch its underlings do the dirty work came down to earth, its VARIS aimed for the small figure in a scene that rung of the imagery of David and Goliath. His weapon aimed at the man he despised over all else, they heard his raspy response. 'You…'
Unafraid to stare down the Dog of Damocles, the knight stabbed the end of his spear into the ground, before he reached for his horned helmet and slowly removed it, revealing a face that hadn't been seen in the human world for almost 5 years. His response was a dry, calm and confident one.
'Me.'
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