Darth Various just stared at the Specter and then to the Death Knight standing at the very center of a massive pull of blood, the crimson life water shifting around his feet like a torrent. Fear took hold of his heart, he knew that he could not take a single chance with this character, that this one will kill him. He instantly looked towards the communication officer, his voice racked with the very same fear that took hold of his heart. “Order our flag ship to bombard that position, now! I want that entire area leveled!”

“B-But, sir? What about the child?” The Officer asked, looking back at his terrified lord.

“I don’t care about her now! We have to obliterate that damn knight, before he gets too close! Order the Orion Star to open fire, now!” He demanded, looking back at the terror now taking the field. “Do it! Do it now!”

The officer saw his lord’s fear, soon gaining the same terror that gripped him. He looked back at the consul and started getting a link up with the fleet’s flagship. “Orion Star, this is Battle Station Spirit of Mother’s Will, we require a bombardment on sector nine-seven-two-zero-one. I repeat, commence bombardment on sector nine-seven-two-zero-one, immediately.”

“We can’t! I repeat, we cannot commence bombardment! We have our own problem up here!” The Imperial Commander said over the communication link with the Spirit of Mother’s Will.

In seconds, Darth Various was hovering over the communications officer, removed his mic, and placed it over his head. “What do you mean, ‘you cannot’? What is so troubling up there, that you cannot carry out my orders!” He demanded, glaring at the consul. “I gave you an order, and you better damn well-?”

“We are being engaged by a much larger fleet!” The Imperial Commander answered, actually interrupting the Sith, but Darth Various did not care for that… His attention was on the fact that his fleet of nine Star Destroyers and seven Escort Craft were engaged by a much larger one. “At least twelve Sith Empire Class Star Destroyers exited hyperspace, with fifteen escort craft, and opened fired on our position! We’ve already lost three of our Star Destroyers! What is worse, their Flagship was the one that decimated those three and broke through our blockade… My lord, it was a Dreadnought.”

Darth Various paled at those words, he knew of the Sith Empire’s Dreadnought Class Star Destroyer, and how destructive they could be with all that firepower and personnel on board. Quickly, he pressed the key and yelled through the mic. “Where is it now!? I want a sit-rep on that damned Dreadnought!”

His answer came, when the Spirit of Mother’s Will’s bridge observation window became overshadowed. This drew his attention, making the Sith sprint over to the window and see the very thing he wanted a situation report on… Hovering over the battlefield. Though, before he could give any commands or say anything, Darethel’s voice echoed within the bridge. “I do believe, you already figured out I did not come alone, huh? I think it is about time, we stop playing this childish game, Darth Various… You tried to take everything from our father, and his readers. So, we are going to take everything from you, starting with your fleet.”

Darth Various’ fleet was trying to hold position, but they were being bombarded by the larger fleet of ships. The Imperial Commander aboard the Orion Star tried his best to keep their own fleet holding, and returning fire, but they were outmatched and outgunned by the larger force. “Focus fire on the Star Destroyers! Try and take out their larger ships first, or at least disable them! Prepare for recall operations, we need to get our lord off of Equis before-?”

“Sir! I got incoming from what seems like a hyperspace jump!” one of the crewman yelled, drawing the commander’s attention. “I count at least five Star Destroyer Class ships!”

“What? Where!” The Imperial Commander demanded, before his answer came the very moment five Republic Star Destroyers jumped out of hyperspace behind the Imperial Star Destroyers, their heavy lasers suddenly joining in the bombardment! “Damnit! We need to-!”

“I have more incoming, sir! This time, it is coming off of our starboard side!” The crewman yelled, as one of the Star Destroyers attempted to adjust its fire, to be ready for the appearance of the new ships… But, was quickly destroyed when a Retribution Class Imperial Battleship exited the warp jump and battle rammed it! Four Battle-Barges and one Iron Warriors Battle Barge exited right behind it. The Retribution carried the insignia of the Salamanders, while the Battle Barges either had a Carcharodon, Death Korps of Krieg, Black Templars, or Novamarines; icons across their hauls. The Commander was about to order that their starboard side ships open fire on the Retribution Class Battleship, but the crewman interrupted him again. “Oh my god… I-I-I have more, portside! At least six ships this time, along with another seven coming in behind those Star Destroyers!”

They all looked to the port side, seeing five Madusa Class Battleships being led by a Zanzabar Class Battleship. Their green colors replaced by red and black, the Principality of Zeon Symbol proudly pained on their bows. Without warning, the six warships began deploying space outfitted mobile suits, each carrying the same color and heraldry as their ships, and began to engage the Star Destroyers. Tie Fighters began to deploy, in an attempt to intercept the mobile suits before they could do any real damage… Only for them to be suddenly destroyed by precise plasma fire from Banshees deployed by the seven Covenant Warships that had appeared from slipspace behind the Star Destroyers!

The Imperial Commander just looked out at what was happening all around their flagship… Imperial Star Destroyer after Imperial Star Destroyer was being taken down, destroyed by the opposing fleet. They were vastly outnumbered now, and he feared what kind of army was being held within their bellies. He turned to the communication officer, hesitant to tell his lord of the bad news. “O-Open a comm-link to the Spirit of Mother’s Will. We need to-?” The entire bridge suddenly shook, from an explosion from inside the Orion Star. “Sit-rep!”

“Long Range Communications are down; the array has been destroyed! The engines have also been taken out, and all remaining fighters within our hangers have been blown up! W-We have boarders, sir!” The communications officer yelled, before turning around. “Security says-!”
BANG!

The Communications Officer’s head was blown completely off by a high impact bolt round, forcing the Imperial Commander to turn around, seeing a Raven Guard Infiltrator, wielding a Stalker Bolter in hand, another to the right, while a Raven Guard Veteran, with Lightning Claws, stood at their center. “Surrender, we have already infiltrated your entire ship… Give the order for your remaining ships to disengage, and you might live this day, mortal.” The Veteran said, pointing his right Lightning Claw at the Imperial Commander.

The Imperial Commander just looked at the black and white clad Astartes, knowing that he had been defeated, before nodding. “Lieutenant… Give the order, we have been defeated and are now surrendering to the enemy fleet.” He ordered, another officer rushing over to the Communications Consul and started to relay the order… The remaining three Imperial Star Destroyers powering down their heavy laser turrets and allowing the enemy fleet to pass through their blockade, uncontested.

Darth Various was stunned, his fleet has been defeated, he is now staring up at an Imperial Class Star Destroyer Dreadnought looming over the battlefield… In his shocked state, the Sith didn’t even notice that transport ships from both Sith Empire Era and the Galactic Republic Clone Army started to land on to the battlefield, along with boarding pods heading towards Spirit of Mother’s Will! The entire Battle-Station shook when he opposing Walkers from both Sith Empire and the Grand Army of the Republic open fired on their position, the laser weapons burning through its heavy armor, AT-TEs taking aim with their main battery cannon and firing on to the heavy gun platforms.

When the boarding pods struck the Spirit of Mother’s Will, several Stormtroopers rushed in and readied to fight boarders. The first’s boarding clamps tore into the armor, the hatch tearing through until it began to unlock and open. The pod’s darkness gave them an eerie feel, almost like they all knew something was in there but wanted to see what it was exactly. Their answer came, when a red lightsaber suddenly activated twice, revealing a customized saberstaff in the hands of Darth Nextrion. His masked eyes staring down the now terrified Stormtroopers, and snickered. “Attack… Show these buffoons no mercy, brothers.”

At his command, blaster fire from Imperial and Republic Commandos began to shred through the opposing Stormtroopers, as the elite troopers began their boarding actions. A Republic Commando, clad in black and crimson armor, instead of the classic white and secondary colors, walked up next to Darth Nextrion. “Sir, just to clarify our objective… We are to cripple this Battle-Station, disable its legs and weapons, then retreat back to our forces?” He asked, looking at the Sith.

“That is right, Commander Blade. If any try to stop you, show them no mercy… These bastards slaughtered our brothers, we shall show them the same remorselessness but on a higher scale.” The Sith answered, looking at the well armored Clone. “Once the objective is completed, fall back to our eldest brother’s position… I’m guessing Engineers have already been deployed to Custos Aeternam?”

“Yes, sir. We have proper Engineers helping cool the Titan’s systems down now, they’ll be done soon and it will be back to combat operations.” Commander Blade answer, before he turned his DC-15A towards a hallway, blasting four incoming Stormtroopers before they could even bring their weapons up. “My team will move on to the Battle-Station’s reactor, we’ll disable its ability to walk. You take care of the weapons.”

Darth Nextrion gave a nod, before heading towards the weapon control room aboard the Battle-Station. “This fool forgot what family he was messing with… And came unprepared.” The Sith muttered, quietly chuckling to himself, lightsaber still active and scaring the metal floor.

Back on the Battle-Station’s bridge, Darth Various placed a hand over his mask, eye staring at the Death Knight who looked back at him, almost like said deathborne could actually see him. The Sith had been defeated, despite having the largest army he could possibly assemble, knowing for a fact he could overwhelm the Night Lords, Equestria’s forces, and known Characters of the Black Knight… He was outflanked by so many unknowns, so many that were not recorded and planned for. His mind went to the lone commander of these new arrivals, his eyes narrowing at him. “Order a charge… I want to crush him.” The Sith muttered, causing the crew to give a second take.

“M-My lord? What did you just say?” A crewman asked, before he instantly regretted voicing the question.

The Sith threw his hand towards the crewman, glaring at him from behind that metal mask, as said crewman felt like a metal hand had suddenly gripped his throat and lifted him off of the ground. He flailed about, scratching at the area choking him, hoping that it could possibly get whatever had him to release… But, when a bone chilling snap echoed all around the bridge, his body fell limp and every crewman there just froze. “I said charge, and anyone not wishing to say they heard me can join him… Now, CRUSH THAT BASTARD!” Darth Various ordered, the crew starting to carry out his order, the Sith turning to leave the Battle-Station’s bridge and handle any boarders that he comes across.

Their attempts to get the Spirit of Mother’s Will to actually move, after Custos Aeternam destroyed the frontal left leg and damaged the leg behind hit, was met with staggering steps. The Imperator Titan starting to fire every weapon it had at the Battle-Station again, along with the heavy vehicles below it. The Spirit of Mother’s Will was pelted with explosions and ruptures all across its massive frame, but kept on moving towards Darethel… Her Commander having gone insane through finding out, he had been routed by an unknown variable. The Death Knight just watched said Battle-Station slowly approach them, despite being bombarded by heavy fire.

He turned around, walking through the blood covered ground, his metal feet splashing the crimson life water with each step. When he stopped in front of Galaxia, Darethel picked her up in his free arm, and turned around for the two of them to face the Spirit of Mother’s Will. “I want you to watch this, Galaxia… He thinks he can win, but I have a lesson for him.” The blood all around them started to ripple, as several areas began to rise up in pillars. “No one attacks our family, and gets away with it.” With that, the pillars of blood began to shoot up into the sky! They started to arc back down towards the Spirit of Mother’s Will, turning into raining spikes of crystalized blood spears! They penetrated, tore, rend, and cracked the Battle-Station’s heavy armor, proving it stood no chance against the likes of this Death Knight.

A Clone Trooper suddenly rushed up to the two, giving them a salute. “General Bloodscythe, I have a report from both Commander Blade and Commander Nextrion.” He called out, as the Death Knight gave a nod. “Commander Blade said his Commandos have already reached the primary reactor. He says, and I quote this, ‘idiots left up signs telling them where to go’. Commander Nextrion has also taken the weapon control systems… Both teams are preparing their explosives now.”

“Good… Once they have everything ready, tell them to get out of there and we will blow it.” Darethel said, as he looked at Galaxia. “I hope you’re ready to watch quite a show and be the one to set off the fireworks, when it is time.”

The filly raised an eyebrow, confused by what he meant, but looked down when a Demolitions Clone walked up and handed her a detonator. She grabbed hold of it, and looked at the trigger, the red button being dull. “You mean… I get to?” She looked up at the Death Knight, who gave a nod to her.

“Only right, that you take out the one who has caused us so much harm… Those two should be almost complete with their-?” A rift suddenly tore open in front of them, the Clone Troopers preparing their blasters, before Xeron jumped through and readied for a fight.

“I’ll only tell you this once, Stranger… Put Galaxia down, now, and no one will get hurt.” The Night Lord said, glaring at him with his claws ready.

“Ah, you must be young Xeron… Night Reaper and Nextrion have told me about your fiery spirit, and I’m not disappointed in the least.” The Death Knight chuckled a bit, pulling Galaxia a bit closer to his armored chest. “Calm yourself, little brother, we are not enemies. I came to Galaxia’s aid, like many of the others here.” His words confused Xeron, he spoke to him just like Zarrix did, which told the Night Raptor that he may also be an ally. “We are just waiting for both Nex and Blade to finish their operations within that Battle-Station, then you will get to see what happens… When someone threatens our family.”

Xeron lowered his claws, staring at the Death Knight while Galaxia gave a nod, confirming Darethel’s words. Though, before he could make a comment about how he doesn’t trust him, the Communications Clone Trooper spoke up again. “Sir, Commander Nextrion reports that they are pulling out now, the explosives are primed and set, ready for detonations.”

The Night Raptor looked back at the two, noticing said detonator within Galaxia’s hand and that the trigger now glowed red. “Good, Galaxia? If you will please do the honors?” Darethel said, smiling down at her.

Galaxia nodded to him, before looking up at the Spirit of Mother’s Will, glaring at the Battle-Station and held the detonator towards it. “This is for daddy!” She yelled, slamming her thumb on to its trigger… Causing the explosives within the Spirit of Mother’s Will to let out a loud beep before detonating!

The entire frame of the Battle-Station exploded! Its center turning into a volcano of blazing liquefied metal while every gun platform suddenly self-destructed and caused even more areas to explode all across its body. Soon, the Spirit of Mother’s Will started to creek with pure agony and fell down to the earth, its massive body at the mercy of both those surrounding it and the Star Destroyer Dreadnought hovering over the skies.

Darethel looked towards the Communications Clone Trooper, handing Galaxia over to Night Reaper, before taking the communicator. “This is Deathbringer Bloodscythe to all forces… Open fire on that thing's skeleton! Reduce it to ash!” He ordered, before every ground base vehicle began to open fire! Custos Aeternam, not hearing the order but seeing their attack, soon joined in by opening up with its primary weapons and body weapons. The Spear of Ren Var, which had been hovering patiently over the battlefield until now, aimed all of its belly weapons and began to bombard the Spirit of Mother’s Will’s position! The Battle-Station’s entire body being littered with attack after attack, tearing through its armor like a hot knife through butter.

With all the attacks hitting it, along with the more destructive weapons hitting it constantly, it did not take very long before the Spirit of Mother’s Will suddenly went critical! Causing a giant shockwave with its fiery demise! Custos Aeternam did his best to cover those within his shadow, trying to use the reactivated void shields to absorb the Battle-Stations destructive blast! Luckily, the shields held and those behind him were safe from the destruction, but the Imperator Titan’s shields were down once again, and needed to cool off. All the while, the Spear of Ren Var still hovered over the battlefield, the turrets now focusing on any of Darth Various’ forces trying to get away through either fighter or transport ship means.

Xeron just watched from where he was, before looking back at Darethel, his helmeted eyes glaring at the Death Knight. “I’m guessing… We have a lot to talk about? Especially what this was all about?” He said, more like a demand than a question.

The Death Knight just stared at him, not even showing a sign that the Astartes intimidated him in the least. “I am sorry, Xeron, but that will not happen… At least, not now.” Darethel said, the Night Raptor getting ready to attack but he suddenly felt his entire body freeze… Looking down to see that the blood pooled around them streaked up his armor and crystalized. It locked him in place, keeping the Astartes from moving a single muscle. “I only came here, because Galaxia was in danger. I have achieved what it is I came to do, and will be leaving, along with any who came with me.” The Death Knight walked up to Xeron, reaching up and placing his clawed gauntlet against the Astartes’ chest. “I am sure; you will get your answers one day… Just, today is not the time. Now, I must go heal those who are wounded, and cannot be wasting my time with such meaningless chatter. You see to those you need to, as will I… I’m sure Ms. Shield will be most grateful if I take care of those broken bones and that internal bleeding of hers.” With that, the Death Knight turned around and headed over to where both Magic Shield and Fluffy were laying, the Clone Troopers right behind him with Galaxia still in the Communications Clone Trooper's arms.

Once they were far enough away, the crystalized blood suddenly released and freed Xeron from the hold he was under. Despite wanting to know what all this was about, why all these strangers were calling him ‘brother’, and who this mysterious ‘Black Knight’ was… “Darethel” did have a point about seeing to the others, and so the Night Raptor gave a nod, lifting his claw up and tearing a rift open, passing through it.

“According to this rather stylish radar… All hostiles have been eliminated by that giant warship’s last bombardment, we are in the clear.” Rarity said, staring at the Sensory Radar’s scanners. “I have to say, despite being so crudely shaped, that thing is rather effective… But, it has nothing on your elegance and skills, Mr. Aeternam.” She added, smiling up at the Imperator Titan’s ceiling.

“Thanks for the compliment, Ms. Rarity. Scootaloo, since all hostiles have been eliminated, you can disconnect from the MIU Halo Capsule, if you wish. I will be able to take things from here.” Custos Aeternam said, over the speakers, while the filly gave a nod to his question. “Confirmed, Princeps now disconnecting from MIU Halo Capsule.” The stasis gel started to drain from within the capsule, followed by the cords allowing her to breath and give the filly need nutrients starting to disconnect. Seconds later, Scootaloo laid down on to her stomach, too tired to stand up on her own.

“W-Whoa… Talk about pushing your limits.” She muttered, as Twilight used her magic to pick the filly up, and place her on to her own back. “Think I could really use… A nap right about now.”

“You’ve earned it, dear… Go ahead, and get some rest.” Twilight said, with a comforting smile, before turning her attention to the approaching Konrad. “Think that is the end of it all?”

“We will know for sure, if our forces below find the corpse of that ‘Darth Various’ within the Battle-Station’s wreckage.” He said, before a rift opened up and Xeron stepped through. “Ah, if it isn’t Xeron, how goes things below?”

“Whoever this ‘Deathbringer Darethel Bloodscythe’ is, he isn’t giving us any details on what all this was about or who ‘Black Knight’ is.” Xeron answered, shaking his head. “Though, with more cloak and dagger stuff about this than within the Alpha Legion, I wouldn’t suspect we’ll get any.”

Konrad gave a nod, smirking a bit. “Ah yes, dear brother Alpharius Omegaron, yes this does have his sort of… Oh, how do the young say it these days? ‘Trolling’, I think?” His comment caused the group to laugh a bit, the dark Primarch’s attempt at humor being a success. “Besides that, how about the other things below?”

“I have teams moving to collect any dead or wounded, along with Astartes going through the wreckage, trying to locate that ‘Darth Various’. We will know for sure if he is dead or not, soon.” Xeron answered, before it felt like someone just rammed a large needle into his brain. “GAAAH!!!” He roared, grabbing his head, and falling to both knees.

In seconds, the whole group were around him, as the Night Raptor gripped his head with both claws. “Sorry about the pain, Night Claw… But, your time is up and I have to take away those abilities. I managed to buy more time until that monster of a Battle Station had been fully destroyed, but now is pushing it.” Shadow Blitz’s voice whispered into Xeron’s mind, as he felt like every fiber of his being was being scorched! “Just bear with the pain, it will end soon. You can keep the armor, by the way. Figured it would be a nice farewell gift.”

Xeron gave a nod, as he stuck with the pain until it finally ended, both claws slamming on to the ground and breathed heavily. A glow appeared over his body, and he quickly changed into his Night Guard form to lessen the stress on his body. “Whoa… T-Talk about… A need to know consequence! Sheesh.” He blurted out, all those around him raising an eyebrow at what he meant. “I’ll tell you all later, but now that Shadow Blitz took back his ability, we can continue on with trying to figure out what to do.”

They all nodded, before walking towards Custos Aeternam’s exit, wishing to help with the recovery operations starting at the Imperator Titan’s feet… Said War God made metal doing his best to help with what they needed, including lifting heavy parts of Spirit of Mother’s Will’s wreckage, getting aid from the different assortment of troopers joining them. Though, when the Imperator Titan looked to his left, he saw a man wearing a black trench coat, two revolvers strapped to his waist, drinking what looked like scotch from a drinking glass. His sunglasses covered gaze was looking down at those below, a strange cloaked man, wearing a silver key around his neck, kneeling next to the man and recording everything he saw.

Darth Various sprinted through the woods, blood staining the Sith’s black robes and holding his broken arm. Every fiber of his being ached with pain, some areas scorched with burns from the Spirit of Mother’s Will’s destruction. Raged roared within his mind, eyes narrowed. “They shall pay for this! When I gather my forces again, I shall-?” He stopped, the moment a vale opened up within the forest, but not because of that…

At the tree covered vale’s center, stood a lone rock with a crimson armored man sitting upon it. His armor was trimmed with black, as was his matching crimson cloak. The figure was not wearing his helmet, said Crusader’s Great Helm, a four spiked crown welded to it with the center spike being larger and clutched an onyx gem at its center, sat to his left. The man had moonlight sliver hair, his snow white skin matching the heavily strands of hair that cascaded down past his shoulders. The man’s red eyes were focused on a black rose, pinched between his left clawed gauntlet, while a jagged, single edged, sword rested to his right.

Darth Various didn’t know why, but this man sent a chill down his spine… The black lipped smile on his features did not help at all. So, with this figure’s attention on the rare flower, the Sith slowly started to move away, before a clam, yet charmingly angry, voice spoke up. “And where might you be going, Darth Various?”

He turned around, seeing that the strange knight was now looking at him, calmly. “I’m going to escape this story, what? Are you here to stop me?” Darth Various asked, trying to portray himself still powerful, not giving in his injured look.

His feign confidence made the man give a slight chuckle. “Yes, I am here to kill you.” The strange knight said, blatantly and with such a carefree expression that it unnerved Darth Various even more.

“And what makes you think that is possible, huh? Injured or not, I am still a Lord of the Sith and an Author!” Darth Various argued, but the knight’s expression did not seem intimidated in the very least.

“And I could care less what you are, that doesn’t make you any less killable, mortal fool… You couldn’t even scratch my twin brother, and you had a giant Battle-Station at your command too.” He answered, the knight’s eyes returning to the black rose. “Darethel kept my secret very well, as did father… None knew of me, for this exact moment in time. The Death Knight even perfected his skills over the blood path to hide my own attacks with a crimson layer of blood. I have to admit, that was very clever of him.” The strange vampire began to give a bone chilling chuckle, allowing Darth Various to see the pair of elongated canine fangs within his mouth. “If you could not even touch Darethel, then you stand no chance against me, after all? I was created to be his counter, in case the venerated Deathbringer ever went rogue. I was designed to hunt those like him down, and destroy them. Just like how that cheeky bastard of a Rogue Itani corrupted you, in order to trick you into coming here and attempt at destroying this lovely story of father’s.”

Darth Various glared at the knight, reaching for his remaining lightsaber. “What in the hell are you-!”

Both of his masked eyes were wide, as the knight now stood behind him. The sword was in his right hand, blade having blood slide down its finely sharpened edge, while he still stared at the black rose. “What, you ask? I am a Vampire and a Nobleman, of course… An ancient one, at that. You attacked my family, only right that I destroy you in return for doing so.” He simply answered, before Darth Various’ chest exploded with blood! The crimson life waters staining the vale’s green grass… The Sith falling to the ground, blood leaking out from underneath his body. “I do hope father now considers my story, since I dispatched this horrid filth of an annoyance for him.” The Vampire Knight pulled his rose closer, and smelt the heavenly aroma coming from the rare flower within his grasp.

Raven-like feathers suddenly scattered all around his body, the Vampire Knight disappearing into thin air, just before a squad of Night Lords pushed through the thick vegetation, spotting Darth Various’ blood covered corpse. “Best report this to the commander, our enemy is dead.” The Sergeant said, looking back at one of the others, who nodded and rushed off to carry the report.

It had been quite some time since Galaxia had been home, and she searched for her father everywhere. The filly going to every room she possibly could, while Darethel followed her, Darth Nextrion and Night Reaper assisting Magic Shield into the castle’s main room. “Daddy! Daddy, where are you! I gotta tell you everything that happened, thanks to you!”

The filly was excited, and her excitement made the Death Knight smile a bit while he followed her. Though, the moment they spotted a trail of blood, leading to a room with a very bright light coming from it… Darethel moved, fast as he possibly could, to try and stop her, but Galaxia moved too fast for him. She kept repeating that he wasn’t dead, because he wouldn’t be able to do everything that happened if he was. Darethel admitting to that being true, since he was still there, but not even he would want her to see him in some terrible state or condition. After all, Darth Various admitted to having rammed a sword through the Black Knight’s chest.

“Daddy! Daddy we won! You helped beat that bad guy like he was nothing! Daddy, are you in here-!” Galaxia stopped, eyes wide and pupils shrinking down to pin pricks. Her entire body had completely frozen, at the sight in front of her. She found him alright, but not like she had hoped.

The Black Knight had leaned his back against the large sword, right arm draped over it to help keep his armored body upright and the power source in. However, there seemed to be no life within his visor or form, he only limply sat upon the altar’s steps, the sword’s energy still flowing upward. There was no shadow bound cape draping down his back, no mist of shadows coming from opened points of his armor, nothing.

Truly nothing.

Galaxia just stared at him, her hands slowly reaching up to her slack jawed mouth, tears already flowing from her eyes. Before anyone could do or say anything, the filly suddenly screamed so loud within the realm, it alerted the other authors, who had come to the Black Knight’s defense, to her distress. None of them wasting a single second to rush to her aid. Along with one other, hearing her scream of distress and having a primal instinct to drop everything and go.