Prologue

The battle was almost over. Both sides have exhausted most of their spiritual energies. But Lance could not give up, not at this moment. He clutched his weapon tightly as he tried to stand up. Not far in front of him was a man, lying flat on the ground, roughly beaten. As Lance held himself to stand, he tried to gather what was left of his spiritual energy to finish the man off.
“No more destruction…” he muttered. “No more enslaving…”
He struggled as he lifted his bow up, pointing towards the beaten man. An arrow beaming with light mystically materialized as he positioned himself to shoot.
The beaten man took notice of what to be his doom. He smirked as he turned his head to Lance.
“Funny… did you think that it will be over?” he provoked as he struggled to stand up.
“Go back whence you came…” Lance said as he released the arrow.

As the arrow pierced through the man, the man let out a monstrous cry. The arrow vanished into thin air as it escaped the body. The man dropped on the ground, and his cry slowly softened.
“That is why I hate British…” he muttered as he breathed his last air.

Lance looked at his opponent, finally defeated. A dark, cloud like entity freed itself from the body of the dead man. Lance called upon another magic arrow and shot it at the dark cloud. Instantly, the cloud vanished upon impact.

As Lance made sympathy remarks for the dead body, he felt faint, and dropped on his knees. He dropped his bow and turned his head up to the sky. The night was darker than ever. There was not even a single star in the sky. The moon seemed to be covered in the midst of the thick clouds.

And the battle isn’t won yet… Lance thought to himself.

The blonde man in his late twenties closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of victory and a moment of serenity. Then a loud echo was heard. Lance opened his eyes, fearing another battle. The echo which seemed to sound like a storm was coming from over the mountains which were a far distant. It was unusual to hear an echo, especially when Lance is on a large plain.
He barely stood up, gazing ahead, gathering his thoughts on what is to come.

As he took a breath, he instantly felt a dark presence behind him. His eyes narrowed as he feared that the worst scenario is actually happening to him. Before he could took a glance, a voice whispered into his ear, “Die…”