Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection
Shrouded in a veil of mystery and darkness, a sinister threat lurks among the shadows, weaving its plan from the depths of a forgotten past. The emergence of this voracious darkness threatens to devour everything in its path, and as Anthony embarks on a desperate quest for truth, he faces moral dilemmas, betrayals he never imagined, and sacrifices that defy all logic. On his journey, every shadow seems to hide a secret, every step toward the light reveals a new layer of darkness. Who is friend and who is foe in this dangerous game between light and darkness? What ancient forces stir beneath the surface, waiting for their moment to emerge and ravage everything in their path? With each discovery, Anthony delves deeper into a labyrinth of intrigue and danger, where the very future of his world hangs by a thread, and the only certainty is that truth is even more elusive than the shadows that conceal it. ******* Show me your support if you enjoy my story! You can help me by giving me your power stones or even giving me gifts with golden tickets, this motivates me to keep writing! Thank you very much for reading my novel! You can also add it to your collection! Write a review!
Chapter 129: Darkness (5)
With a nervous military salute, I nodded in gratitude and stored away the sword and armor they had bestowed upon me. As I made this gesture, I couldn't help but notice how the soldiers' once impeccable, shining armor was now stained with blood and dirt.
My hands trembled slightly; the harsh reality hit me hard. Even these brave soldiers were falling on this infernal battlefield. My mind was instantly filled with a flood of despairing thoughts, and my heart seemed to sink deeper into an abyss of desolation.
Bang!
A punch landed on my cheek, jolting me back to reality. Although my hands still trembled, I carefully began to remove the fallen soldier's armor.
"I'm sorry... really, I'm sorry," I murmured with a choked voice, feeling my eyes moisten slightly. Behind that imposing armor lay a young man of barely 25 years old. His eyes were open but vacant, devoid of any spark of life. There was only death in them.