The Knights watched in awe as the Five leaders of each household stood tall on the battlefield and easily cleared way of the Demons in their path.
A younger Knight, unable to contain his excitement finally spoke. "The five protectors of the kingdom....I never thought I'll live long enough to witness all five of them fight together."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." One Knight responded. "The last time these five fought together was about 18years ago when they were fighting Eryndor Lionheart."
The younge Knight responded curiously. "Eryndor Lionheart?"
Another Knight responded. "Morty!! What are you doing telling him of "THAT" name. You know it's forbidden."
Morty responded. "What's the use of not telling him? If he is a Knight of Lionheart he deserves to know."
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As the five leaders continued to slaughter the demon horde, they suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over them. The air seemed to distort and ripple, and before they knew it, they were transported to different locations.
Elliot found himself standing in a dark, foreboding forest, the trees twisted and gnarled like skeletal fingers. And then, he saw him. Eryndor Lionheart, his older brother, stood before him, his eyes blazing with malevolent power.
"Eryndor," Elliot whispered, his voice barely audible.
Eryndor's smile was like a crack in the earth, spreading fear and despair. "Brother," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been waiting for you."
Viggo Buffalone materialized in a desolate wasteland, the sky a deep, bloody red. Eryndor stood before him, his presence like a dark monolith.
"No," Viggo muttered, his eyes wide with terror. "It can't be. You're...you're supposed to be banished."
Eryndor chuckled, the sound like thunder. "Banished? Ha! I was merely biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to return."
Lady Cassia Rhinoaxe found herself in a twisted, nightmarish landscape, Eryndor's figure looming large before her.
"This can't be," she stammered. "You're not...you're not supposed to be here."
Eryndor's laughter echoed through the landscape, making her skin crawl. "I'm exactly where I'm meant to be," he said, his eyes gleaming with madness.
Lady Lila Leopardrien materialized in a dark, eerie cavern, Eryndor's presence like a cold, dark shadow.
"By the gods," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What have you done, Eryndor?"
Eryndor's smile was like a knife to her heart. "I've done what needed to be done," he said. "And soon, I'll do what needs to be done to you all."
Aurora Elephantaeus stood in a realm of swirling darkness, Eryndor's figure radiating an aura of dark power.
"No," she breathed. "This can't be. You're not...you're not stronger than me."
Eryndor's laughter was like a tidal wave, crushing her confidence. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes flashing with malevolent intent.
The five leaders, each in their own separate realm, faced their greatest fear: Eryndor Lionheart, the man who had once threatened to destroy the kingdom, was back. And this time, he seemed more powerful than ever.
Aurora's eyes widened as Eryndor's dark aura enveloped her, his malevolent presence suffocating. She raised her hands, and a burst of magical energy shot towards Eryndor. However, Eryndor was too swift, dodging the attack with ease. His sword gleamed in the dim light, and he charged towards Aurora with a speed that belied his powerful build.
Aurora summoned a wall of flame to block Eryndor's attack, but he sliced through it effortlessly, his swordsmanship transcending the ordinary boundaries of skill. She attempted to unleash a barrage of magical blasts, but Eryndor's movements were too fluid, too precise. He closed the distance between them in an instant, his sword flashing towards Aurora's chest.
The mage barely dodged the attack, her heart racing with fear. She knew she couldn't let Eryndor get too close; one mistake would be fatal. Aurora summoned a vortex of swirling energy, hoping to keep Eryndor at bay. However, he seemed to anticipate her move, using the momentum of his charge to leap over the vortex.
As he landed, Eryndor unleashed a devastating slash that sent Aurora flying across the realm. She struggled to regain her footing, her magic reeling from the impact. Eryndor didn't give her a chance to recover, pressing his attack with relentless ferocity. His sword sliced through Aurora's defenses, leaving her stumbling backward, desperately trying to stay alive.
The battle raged on, with Aurora using every trick in her arsenal to try and gain the upper hand. However, Eryndor's skill seemed almost supernatural, his swordsmanship a perfect blend of art and deadly precision. Despite her valiant efforts, Aurora found herself on the defensive, fighting to survive against the onslaught of Eryndor's attacks.¹
As the fight intensified, it became clear that Eryndor's power had grown exponentially since their last encounter. His mastery of the sword had reached new heights, making him a formidable opponent even for a skilled mage like Aurora. The outcome of the battle hung in the balance, with Aurora's survival dependent on her ability to adapt and counter Eryndor's overwhelming swordsmanship.
Aurora's breathing grew ragged as she stumbled backward, her magic waning under Eryndor's relentless assault. She knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer; she needed a new strategy. With a burst of determination, Aurora focused her energy and unleashed a massive blast of magical force. The explosion rocked the realm, sending both combatants flying.
As the dust settled, Aurora saw her chance. She summoned a bolt of lightning, imbuing it with all her remaining magic. The bolt shot towards Eryndor with incredible speed, but he was ready. With a swift motion, he drew his sword back and forth, creating a vortex that def can deflect it.
The lightning bolt struck Eryndor's sword, and for a moment, it seemed like he would be overwhelmed. However, Eryndor's swordsmanship proved too powerful, and he managed to redirect the lightning's energy. The bolt dissipated harmlessly into the air, leaving Aurora gasping for breath.
"Wait!!" Aurora shouted. "Just how did you get your arms back? What happened all the years you've been gone?"
Eryndor's gaze narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. "The details of my return are of no consequence to you, Aurora," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Suffice it to say that I have transcended my limitations, and now, I am the one who will shape the world according to my will."
Aurora's eyes widened, her mind racing with questions. "You can't mean...you're not serious about conquering the entire kingdom, are you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Eryndor's smile was like a cold breeze on a winter's night. "Conquering a kingdom? Ha! I will not merely conquer a kingdom, I will reshape the world in my image. I will bring order to the chaos, and those who refuse to submit will be dealt with accordingly."
Aurora's face paled as she realized the true extent of Eryndor's ambition. "You're mad," she whispered. "You can't do this alone. You'll never succeed."
Eryndor's laughter was like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the realm. "I am not alone, Aurora," he said. "I have the power of the throne of Demons, and soon, I will have the power of the entire Kingdom at my command. You see, I have come to realize that true power is not about being the strongest; it's about being the one who holds the reins. And I will be the one holding the reins, no matter the cost."
Aurora's eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. "I'll never let you do this, Eryndor," she said, her voice firm. "I'll stop you, no matter what it takes."
Eryndor's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "You can't stop me, Aurora," he said. "I am currently a Paragon swordsman." Auroras face went psle after hearing those words. "You would do well to submit to my will, rather than suffer the consequences of your defiance." He continued.
The air was thick with tension as the two enemies locked eyes, the fate of the realm hanging precariously in the balance.Eryndor seeing Auroa still in shock seized the opportunity, charging towards Aurora with a flurry of slashes. The mage stumbled backward, her magic depleted, and her body battered. She raised her hands in a futile attempt to defend herself, but Eryndor's sword sliced through her guard, leaving her wounded and vulnerable.
As Eryndor prepared the final blow, Aurora's eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and determination. She knew she had underestimated him, and now she was paying the price. The sword descended, and Aurora's world went dark.