Ghost Sword (2)

A/N: Enjoy chapter.

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Void faltered taking a knee, his blade dug into the soil, a ghastly aura emanated from its edge.

"You awake?" He heaved a breath. The battle against the Ogre's raged on.

~Reunited at last, O brother mine~ Zamyr's gravelly and jubilant voice resounded within his mind 

"That feeling earlier, was it the Vault?" Void's mind raced, he scrambled to connect the dots, immediately searching for what he had lost.

~Indeed, the Templar sought to rewrite your memories~ Zamyr scoffed, to it the Templar was but a child tugging at the strings of time, hoping to unwind its fabric.

The memories of Kabr's fireteam flooded his mind. Pahanin, Kabr and Praedyth. Void's eyes narrowed. He recalled meeting the titan and hunter, but Praedyth....his mere existence eluded his mind.

He couldn't wrap his thoughts around it. To him, only a reflection of the warlock was left behind, etched in his memory. 

Void grit his teeth, 'So they're already deep in the vault.'

He'd hoped that Kabr wouldn't rush into Venus, but it was all in vain. With the war, there was no way Void could help. 

"Can you help them? The one's in the vault" As a last resort, Void whispered in his mind.

Perhaps...Zamyr could still make a difference. 

The wish dragon paused, seemingly perturbed at the request. It's consciousness faded for a second, but then it replied.

~Their fates are their own, while yours is intertwined with mine.~ 

Void nodded, for a moment it weighed on his mind. Whatever the conclusion, he vowed to take revenge. 

Void got to his feet, "Whatever happens, don't let the Templar erase my memories." 

~Fear not O brother mine, I will shield you~ Zamyr chuckled. 

With a swift flick, Void cleaned his blade, a thin aura coated his figure.

 "Hope you're ready, its time you pull your weight." Void angled the blade towards the Ogres. 

His feet dug into the ground, and his light erupted. With both hands gripping the hilt of his sword, Void raised the blade overhead. 

"Rip them apart." 

Instantly, he shot forwards with an explosive step, his figure flickered.

~As you wish~

The blade quivered, a harrowing energy wove into the sword. Almost as if fate itself had sharpened its edge.

Feeling the weight of his blade rise, Void darted, treading on air with a thin coat of light on his heels. He swung, and a ferocious slice cut through the wind, like a whisper eating away at the world.

Those who saw it that day would go on to describe it as dreadful. A horrifying sword strike that gnawed at the seams of reality- A frightening power able to rend the untouchable. 

Tearing through the field, it struck an Ogre, rending spirit from flesh. An attack that aimed at the very core of the Ogre. 

And so began the legend of the Ghost Sword.

With the Ogre cleaved in two, its bones shook. But no magic could save it now, with a final shriek, its gargantuan body began to melt away. Stripped of its soul, the Ogre was a mere pile of bones and flesh.

As it withered, the battle intensified, guardians and Knights rushed to the front. A ruthless bloodbath ensued. With one less Ogre to hold the onslaught, new Wizards emerged.

With their hymns and chants, they summoned an army of Knights to turn the tides. But the guardians weren't far behind in terms of reinforcement.

Wei Ning hurled a Knight away, charging towards the front. A thunderous roar resounded and she surged with lightning, leaping towards the skies. A squad of arc titans rallied behind her.

Up above as lightning danced and thunder cackled, the titans gathered their light. Like falling stars, they shot towards the Hive.

With a thunderclap erupting above them, the Hive erected their shields. Then, it all came crashing down. 

The guardians hid within their domes as a lightning flash razed the battlefield. The air trembled, and the ground charred black, shockwaves tore through the dirt and shattered the lunar surface.

Void squinted, the massive eruption had almost engulfed him. He looked back, the others felt the same. It was far too difficult for guardians to fight as an army. They were was just not enough space.

As the tremors died down, both sides were doggedly hanging on. But the Hive were in dire straits. Their armies were slaughtered, and only one of the two Ogre's had survived the thunderous assault.

Yet, they didn't back down. 

A stifling fear choked the guardians. They had fought tooth and nail, hundreds had perished trying to slaughter their champions. Now they had razed one army to the ground and yet, the Hive persisted.

They showed neither fear nor remorse. All they held was a strong desire to fight.

As the guardians emerged from their domes, gathering towards the front, they held their breaths. 

The Hive had already began raising a new army. A million thralls clawed their way out from hellmouth, with a cohort of Wizards weaving their rituals and then a legion of Knights marched through the gates.

A harrowing thought gripped those present. How long could they fight?

The enemy boasted an infinite legion of mindless thralls, cunning wizards and frightening Knights.

How long could they fight on? How long could they struggle against them?

It didn't take long for such thoughts to bloom within their minds. As darkness choked the lunar surface, their light dimmed.

With the Traveler's grace stripped from them, the guardians couldn't fight for long. It seemed, their light wasn't bright enough to illuminate the dark.

Was this the end? Or perhaps, the beginning of something grim?

Void watched the Hive with bated breaths. How long could he fight for?

A familiar sensation jolted through him. An ominous presence watched him, the world had stopped.

'The Vault' Void's face darkened, had the Templar acted again?

"Zamyr" He cried out out, a phantasmal Ahamkara appeared, wrapping around his shoulders like a serpent.

Before the Templar could overpower him Zamyr's will gripped the fabric of time.

Templar's overwhelming authority contested it, but the Ahamkara held it in no regard, it simply commanded the world to concede. As long as it concerned its own soul, none could go against its desires, its wishes. 

With its wishful intercession, time broke free from the vault and disobeyed Templar, breaking its control.

As the sensation passed, the world resumed.

But the Ahamkara grew restless. Void felt it too. With the Hive standing on their feet, fickle fate was no longer on their side.

As if it recognized the moment, the Ahamkara cautioned Void, its voice sullen.

~Be careful! It is near, O brother mine~ Zamyr shivered.

Void felt the urgency in its voice, "What is?"

~Death~

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Also I rewrote some stuff early on, so if you're bored maybe do a small reread.