The knights rallied together around Kysos and arranged themselves into a defensive shield formation as a huge charge of demonic warriors came screaming down at us. They clashed hard upon our shields, trying in vain with their spears and swords to get at us.

One battered themself hard against my shield with their own, and I shove them back before stabbing out with my sword, skewering them through the stomach. I quickly yanked my sword free and brought my shield down as more warriors clashed with our force.

I tried to keep an eye on Rayough, which became difficult as swarms of warriors came rushing at us. The fighting along our shield wall became intense, almost to the point where we were gettin pushed back.

Kysos had noticed an old, abandoned fortress on the march here, and agreed it would be a good hold point in case we got pushed back. As the fighting grew more and more intense, he looked at me and simply nodded, indicating it was time to pull back and regroup at the fortress.

The fortress wasn't in good shape, but the courtyard was still intact, with its half-crumbled walls still standing. The crumbled walls were only three or four feet tall, but they'd help us nonetheless. We started withdrawing quickly, and I was finally given some time to look at Rayough to see how he was doing.

He and the suited man were fighting slowly, and the suited man seemed be taunting him to anger. I chuckled to myself, knowing full well that the taunting wouldn't work. Rayough had been born with his mother's soft spirit, not being quick to anger.

They dueled, their motions quick and growing faster, as though Rayough was being controlled by the Supreme Being himself. Their motions grew faster than my eyes could tell, before they started slowing down, and the suited man started taunting Rayough again.

"Rayough!" I shouted through my helmet.

Rayough parried the suited man's attack and shoved him back, knocking the man onto the ground. He turned and looked at me, before I nodded and waved him back to me.

He nodded in return and struck down several demonic warriors before joining our line. We beat back another massive wave of enemies, and turned and fled to the fortress before regouping and forming the defensive wall again.

"Let them come to us boys..." Kysos started, and readied himself. The army of demonic warriors marched towards us, but stopped shortly before the walls. The suited man stepped forward, and pointed the end of his sword at Rayough.

He simply smirked, and Rayough stepped over the crumbled wall to meet him.

Within seconds, they were duelling again. Rayough's motions were forceful and strong while the suited man's motions were fluid and flashy. He possessed more skill, and wasn't afraid to show it off.

Rayough gripped the Silver Sword tightly in both hands and fought the suited man for what felt like hours. The blades clashed again and again, the sound ringing in all our helmets. I was forced to tug mine off to watch the duel properly.

It was right about then I felt a cold feeling in my chest. I was getting very bad vibes as the duel raged on. Rayough kept fighting, with a passion and skill I'd never seen in him before.

I was proud of him. A father's pride filled my heart, but it couldn't quell the icy feeling in my chest.

Rayough blocked an attack from the suited man, and pushed all of his strength into the parry, knocking the sword from the suited man's hands.

He didn't waste a second, and pressed the attack by booting the suited man in the side as hard as he could, knocking him to the ground. As he brought his blade up and prepared to strike down, the suited man kicked out, sweeping Rayough from his feet. The Silver Sword flew from his grasp, landing just before the crumbled wall.

Rayough scrambled for his sword as the suited man grabbed his and climbed to his feet. He roared with laughter, and I could see the darkness around him beginning to cluster. It focussed around his blade, and the blackened blade began to glow with a very dark purple tinge.

As Rayough stood, I could see what was going to happen before it did.

The suited man shouted in anger and swung his sword, sending a huge purple blast of dark energy hurtling towards Rayough. As my boy gripped the sword and turned around, the blast struck him in the midsection.

I shouted Rayough's name and attempted to climb over the shield wall to get to him, but it was already too late.

The blast tore through my poor boy, tearing his body completely in half. His eyes went blank, and the Silver Sword fell from his grasp, toppling to the ground. His body fell, pieces of his armour scattering.

I rushed to his side, and I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I held him close, even though I knew he was already gone.

I had lost everything in my life. By some cruel twist of fate, I had lost my wife. And now It had returned to claim the life of my son. I cried as I held Rayough harder than I've ever cried before.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off. I laid Rayough on the ground and told whoever was behind me to take him with us. As tears streamed down my face, a newfound hatred filled me.

I was filled to the brim with rage, a feeling I hadn't felt in quite some time. I shouted in anger as the suited man laughed and put his sword back into its sheath. He turned away from me and walked through the ranks of his demonic army as they all began charging at us.

I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly and channelled my energy into it. I felt it beginning to build up, and something happened then I didn't expect. My own blade began to glow, as the suited man's had before he killed Rayough.

It glowed with a golden hue, and began to shine brightly. I continued shouting as I channelled my energy into the blade, and shouted for the suited man.

"Die!" I shouted before I gave the sword a swing. A huge golden arc of energy flashed forward, slicing through the first dozen ranks of the demonic horde. The other ranks froze in fear, unsure of what to do next. The suited man himself stopped and gaped at me.

I smirked at him, and gestured for him to come get me.

He gritted his teeth in a combined look of anger and fear before he turned and kept walking away from me. I smirked, suddenly feeling weak.

Then I passed out.