Chapter 27: The Dar—Lege—? . . .

"Only the people who have the strongest will can make the hardest decision... I'm guessing the Legends. They have that kind of will; they will choose the world over their families. But you, you've chosen power over those two," an old man spoke without fear as blood covered his face. Everywhere they looked, there was blood splattered on the ground and dead individuals scattered across the floor.

"Yet, you're an old man with no purpose even at the end. The village you're trying to protect has been destroyed, and that thing you're trying to protect will soon be mine," said the unknown, who is holding a darkening, long spiral sword.

The old man was leaning on a wall as the unknown approached him menacingly, blood dripping from his blade. He was wearing a dark coat and an unidentified, menacing mask.

"I can't believe you returned at this time, yet he will vanquished you once again. Rather, they. I don't care that you brought waste into my land like a storm destroying a mountain with ease.