Thump, thump, thump...
Runningthrough the chaotic streets, the odd duo finally managed to reach the Celestrium, where the great barrier, Cysgodi, generated its all-powerful protection from. As they entered the central command center, Duncan couldn't help but notice something odd.
"Hey, why does it smell like iron here...?"
Titus, on the other hand, picked up what Duncan had missed. Spotting a faint splodge of red, he knelt on the ground, touching it. "This...is blood!"
Eyes shrinking at the realisation, Duncan quickly pushed the great doors open, revealing a devastating scene:
Covered in blood everywhere, the walls were drenched with the bodies of the noble Elfin warriors, their stares filled with shock and disbelief. Standing in front of great Orrery was none other than the traitor, his back turned towards them.
"You! Why on Earadun did you betray us!?"
Turning around, Duncan finally saw the face of the one who betrayed them. Snug above his lips, the wiry moustache trembled as the Elf spoke, with great anger emanating from his face. "Betray? BeTrAy? BETRAY!? DO YOU REALISE WHAT THAT BLASTED MOTHER OF YOURS HAD DONE!? Once, we were the greatest race in the entire world, envied by all with our magnificent buildings and Arcane crafts. Despite our destruction, we still had the capability to rule the world, but your ancestor didn't think so. Bending their knees, they sought peace, causing us to lose our place. This made us weak, puny, unable to return to the great height we had reached. Then came the disaster that was the Empire of Sin..."
Shuddering in horror, the Elvish traitor convulsed at the memory he brought up. "But thanks to that fiasco, we managed to root out the weaklings,the traitors..." Clearing his throat, he continued on, growing more and more maniacal. "Now that we had list the weak link, we would've ruled the world once more! We were so close, the only one remaining of the Royal house a puny little girl and her lone retainer.
But that blasted Grey Knight ruined it all
Now that he's no longer here, and with my allies, we, the Elves, will return to being the rightful rulers of the world! And I, Cuptamo Fradwyr, shall rule as the rightful king, ahahahahah!"
Dropping his hands to his side, Cuptamo drew his sword, pointing it right at the gobsmacked Duncan and the stoic Titus. "Now, the only thing standing in my way is you two. So die!"
With a manic cry, he plunged his sword straight at them.