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Enmity [Sodia]

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{κόραξ} —— Like a moth attracted to the flame, Raven's golden irises gazed towards the scorching light in the distance that scattered the black clouds cast itself over his once beloved homeland in its gloom in the distance. Not a single ray of sun reached the once glorious, shining kingdom now cast into a smoldering inferno and with the elegies of the tormented and dying that echoed through the blood-laden streets. The sweet scent of the spring flowers were all but gone, only to be replaced by the stagnant miasma that the ivory swordsman was all too familiar with.

This proved itself to be all true as Raven passed through the entrance of the fortified village in a wooden wagon full of mercenaries and sell-swords looking to make all the money they could. His eyes beheld upon several wounded soldiers and knights being busily carried throughout the streets of a small village, garrisons hastily marching back in and out of the front commanded by a lone centurion standing amongst them, and the distraught apothecaries doing all they could to patch up their own.

By the way they were hiring foreign legions, it became all too painfully obvious to the veteran such as himself that the Velder forces were getting desperate. The army of Velder prided itself on its ruthless training, nigh-flawless logistics and excellent commanders that made their military might be feared all across Elrios next Hamel's own. At this rate, the entire force would be wiped out in no less than a three weeks. They were cornered, trapped in a cruel game of cat and mouse. All the demons had to do was to deliver that coup de grâce.

How the mighty have fallen.

Eventually, the wagon made an grinding halt, that made the metal wheels underneath groan mournfully. Then, one by one, the grizzled dogs of war emptied their seats and placed their foot on Velder's tarnished soil, quickly marching across the stone paved streets to meet with their new units. Raven, however, remained alone in the wagon - he absently stared at one of the soldiers who lost one of their arms in battle. He swore to himself for a moment that he knew that fellow, but the male shook his head and jumped off the wagon, his foot treaded across the familiar stone pavement. He could almost imagine himself walking down the streets of Velder with his men once again, laughing heartily as the talked about women and booze. A lousy bunch, they were.

As a moment of fond smile found its way across his lips, it faded just as quickly when a familiar voice called out to him from his back. It was commanding, stern, a type that immediately demanded Raven's attention.

"You've come, I knew you would."

Raven, however, maintained his silence. He stopped in his tracks, however, his back still yet turned away from the voice coming from behind him. Just hearing her talk raised hackles out of the male.

"We have much to discuss, Raven. Come with us."

"There is nothing to discuss," The male shot back harshly against the woman, his tone full of nothing but venomous contempt. "I didn't come here to lend my sword to the honourless scums of Velder."

The woman, despite Raven's enmity, she remained cool-headed and stood her ground before the tremendous blood lust exuding off of the man. Instead, she grit her teeth, frustration showing behind her fair features. "... Then why have you come? Surely, you must have a reason for it-," The woman halted herself, blinking momentarily as if she had some sort of grave revelation. "Don't tell me: You're planning on joining...."

"No, I've simply come here to watch your precious kingdom burn to the ground.... That's all."

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