The clouds were dark, and there was a heavy wind blowing.
The four brothers took their swords and started attacking the soldiers one by one, but suddenly it started raining and lightning heavily, and dark fog surrounded the clouds .
Jonathan Julies: Nothing is visible due to the dark fog, and my body is in pain. This kind of pain I have never been through, but I couldn't understand which part of my body had the pain .
After a few minutes, suddenly Julies fell off. As Julies fell to the ground due to pain, Julies was conscious, but his eyes were closed, and when Julies tried to open his eyes, he was not able to understand whether he was dead or alive.
Then when Julies tried to move his hands, his skin started burning. Julies hands felt so heavy to him that he couldn't lift his hands .
Then suddenly, after a few seconds of shock, a strange sound was coming up. I hear the voices of my brothers, but when I try to move my lips, the strange voice comes up.
These strange sounds are very painful to my ears. I was able to hear my brother's voice, but I was not able to respond to them .
Then suddenly I woke up, slowly opening my eyes . Then I saw 2 white lines blinking, and then suddenly a white shadow person walked towards me and said take this sword and fight the battle.
At that moment I thought this was a dream. but then suddenly I woke up. I saw my brother were fighting, coveredin blood.
Then at that moment I felt something was there on my back, and when I put out my hand, I was holding something heavy. What I took was a white sword. And then I put out my other hand to take the next sword, and I ran into the battle.
I started taking the sholdiers one by one. With this sword, it was effortless fighting with a few time I started taking down many of the sholdiers.
Not only were the soldiers killed, but bodies started disappearing slowly.
Then after taking down all the guards from section A Ground, I took my horse and ran to section D Ground border, where Shakjus Ka was fighting with my brothers.
The air thickened with the smell of metal and wet earth. Rain plastered my hair to my face, blurring the edges of the world. The white sword felt cool and heavy in my grip, its surface slick.
My brothers' figures were distant, struggling shapes against the muddy ground. Their roars of pain and fury carried on the wind, a harsh symphony that spurred the horse faster.
The forest loomed dark and silent to my left, a wall of black against the grey sky. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward.
The war never ends.