Battle field - General Lucas...

General Lucas and his army stood at the precipice of despair, their backs against the wall of a crumbling fortress. The sky above was a sickly shade of crimson, as if the heavens themselves wept for the impending battle. Before them, an endless horde of demons surged like a tide, their eyes gleaming with malevolence, and their grotesque forms contorted with malicious intent.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swing!

The first demon lunged, claws extended, aiming for Lucas's throat. He parried the attack with his gleaming sword, the blade singing through the air with deadly precision. Swish! Lucas's trusted lieutenant, Captain Elena, fought at his side, her twin daggers a blur as she dispatched demons with ruthless efficiency.

The battle raged on, a cacophony of clangs and booms as swords clashed, shields shattered, and magic crackled in the air. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the combatants, and blood soaked into the earth, turning it a deep, gruesome red.

Lucas's heart pounded in his chest as he surveyed the chaos around him. His men fought valiantly, but the demons were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. He knew that they couldn't hold out much longer.

Boom!

Boom!

A massive demon, twice the size of a man, crashed through the fortress gate, its bellowing laughter echoing through the battlefield. It swung a colossal club, smashing through the ranks of soldiers like a scythe through wheat. Baam! Lucas's horse reared in terror, throwing him to the ground. He rolled just in time to avoid being crushed beneath the demon's massive foot.

With a fierce cry, Lucas sprang to his feet, his sword gleaming with righteous fury. He lunged at the towering demon, slashing at its ankles with all his might. The demon roared in pain, stumbling backward.

Cling!

Clang!

A demon's blade clashed against Lucas's shield, driving him back a step. He fought back with all his strength, the clash of metal on metal ringing in his ears. Swish! Elena darted in, her daggers finding the demon's vulnerable spots. It howled in agony, collapsing to the ground in a heap.

But there were too many demons, and Lucas's men were tiring. Ssh! An arrow streaked through the air, striking down a demon that had been closing in on Lucas. He turned to see his archers, perched atop the fortress walls, firing with deadly accuracy.

The battle raged on, the line between man and demon blurring in the chaos. Lucas's sword dripped with gore, his armor battered and dented. He fought on, his determination unwavering, as he led his men in a desperate last stand.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, Lucas knew that time was running out. The demons, sensing victory, redoubled their efforts, their attacks growing more ferocious with each passing moment.

With a final, desperate surge of energy, Lucas and his men pushed back the demon horde, driving them back from the fortress. The demons retreated, their howls of frustration and rage echoing in the night.

Victory, though hard-won, belonged to General Lucas and his brave soldiers. The battlefield was littered with the broken bodies of demons, their blood mingling with the dirt and the sweat of the fallen.

General Lucas stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and sorrow. He knew that this battle was won, but the war against the demons was far from over. As he looked at the faces of his fallen comrades, he swore to continue the fight, to protect his people from the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

And so, under the crimson sky, General Lucas and his army prepared for the battles yet to come, their swords at the ready, their hearts steeled against the horrors that awaited them. The clash of steel and the cries of battle would be their constant companions in the long and bloody war against the demons.

For honour!

With his weak body, he raised his sword... And shouted with his weak and trembling voice.

For honour!

For Glory!

For Delvis!

For Mother Land!

Lucas sat there while he looked at the Sword... And shield... The sword was a gift... Gift from his wife made from some powerful material. He sat there looking at the Sword.

The sword that his wife gave him to protect her... He looked at the Sword and Smiled. Right now, the only way to win the War is from the weapons and armor produced by Lady Astra knowledge.

" I hope... I can return Safe...to see you again " Lucas says and kisses the top of Sword...