The Final Act [Pt 1]

"Uooohhhhh," the soldiers ran away as well, following the mercenaries to escape the fate that awaited them. 

Together with the mercenaries, they stampeded and made for their escape.

Only the general remained by Zeke's side, refusing to leave even though every fiber of his being wanted to.

"I-I can't abandon the young prince," he said to himself as cold sweat appeared all over his body. 

"Filthy heathens, the lot of them. They're a bit much, but I'll have to take care of all of them," The Apostle sighed.

Her eyes glowed white as she prepared herself to launch a decisive attack to end both soldiers and mercenaries alike.

Suddenly, a multitude of swords appeared in the sky. Innumerable and unmeasurable blades, suspended in the air.

The fleeing men witnessed this and gasped. Tears fell out of the eyes of some as they saw the sharp edges of uncountable swords.

"Y-You can't be serious. This is..." they gasped.