shadows of the Falcon

Chapter III: Shadows of the Falcon

Gehrman and Guts received red sky like blood, a silent testimony of the violence that has flooded the Earth. When they broke up with the camp, the remains of the battle last night remained a dark reminder of the world's brutality. However, for warriors, such scenes were very familiar, and they were firm in their troubled presence.

Guts led the way, and every step it took was a purposeful march towards an inevitable confrontation with the darkness that consumed this world. Although gehrman is weird here, he moved as hardly as he was, and his hunter instincts adapted smoothly to the rhythm of this new fishing.

And their journey quickly drove them to a crossroads, where past whispering seemed to meet the screams of the present. Here, the story of the Falcon Squad -- a mercenary group led by a man named Griffith, who re-embarked to shape the fabric of this world -- intertwined with the fate of everyone who lived in it.

Guts's expression became dark when you mention the name, and his grip stressed the sword of the dragon killer incredibly. "Griffith said, ""The name is a curse on his lips,"" he said, ""The damn sign I carry -- the sign that draws the damn to me, prey to their endless hunger."

Gehrman noticed the mark, a sign engraved in the body, and he sensed the hatred that clinged on it. "I've seen such curse before, and he said, ""The signs that connect the damn people to their tortured fate." In my world, we called it the dream of the hunter -- the cycle of death and rebirth, from which escape is just a transient hope. "."

As they were talking, a new threat of tree shadows emerged -- a group of Messenger, brutal organisms once human beings, now turned into the blessing of the Dark Lord, only loyal to Griffith, who became one of them.

The battle was brutal, where it was a struggle between steel and tendons, where Guts rough power and anger faced Germain's precise and killer blows. They fought back in the back of the death dance that necessarily designed and stayed. The Messenger was harsh, but the warriors were an unstoppable force -- a storm of revenge and determination.

After that, the floor was filled with the bodies of the Messenger who fell, and their twisted shapes returned to the way where they came from. German, wasn't tired at all as he was used to this and every breath breathed by the black swordman is a testimony to his relentless war against destiny.

"Our journey seems to be intertwined with Griffith and his messenger, said, ""Gehrman cleaned his sythe of the remains of the battle." "Tell me more about this guy who cast a long shadow on your world."

Guts' story revealed like a dark fabric -- the story of ambition, betrayal, corrupt dreams and broken friendship. He talked about the rise and fall of the Falcon band, the turn of Griffith into Femto of God, and the eclipse that turned the fellows into sacrifices.

Gehrman listened, and his face was a rigid mask. However, in it, his heart was painful, he remembered the past. He also knew the pain of treason, and heart grief when he saw those guiding them became the same monsters I swear to kill.

Today, as they continued their career, for Gehrman, this is no longer a hunt, but a war -- a war against the darkness that threatened to swallow everything in its way.

As the sun was set under the horizon, the sky was coloring in the colors of fire and blood, a silent agreement was made between the hunter and the fencer. Together, they're going to chase the fading light, their blades are ready, and their lives are inexhaustible.

Because in this world where hope seemed a distant dream, Gehrman and Guts were standing as a challenge beacon, and their cross-codes were shining through the shadows of the falcon.