Until the Night has Passed

Beginning

The main capital was filled with screams as warriors of the monarchs appeared to plunder and bring upon havoc throughout the city, seemingly with no goal in mind. With their ghosthly appearance, ethereal and haunting, they slashed their swords down whoever crossed their paths. The people, of course, put up a fight. To no avail, they remain unscathe despite piercing through the unprotected parts of their armors. It was like piercing through hardened mud as their bodies crunch and crack from contacting with any blade neither did the peculiar, variety of power that resides with a lot of people. Willpower and determination did not only produce the anticipated outcome of their usage of this "power," but an inefficacious rarity and an appalling dread displayed by each of the citizens encounter. Different wielders fell to their demise with each oddity that only brought a cacophony of merciless destruction on the upcoming festive days.

Feeling

Absorbing

Molding

Searching

Hunting

They are never ending.

Such is the way of life and how this very world works; but on a rarity as this- the norm oscillates, and thr aberrant phantoms begin their perfunctory hint alongside their masters. Their empty eyes held no menace, only the abyss staring at you back as they deliver death. Strands of their translucent hair floating filled the night together with the burning flames in some of the residence. What's once a joyous, festive sight now laid waste.

In a certain lodging, a dainty, dark haired girl stood behind the tall window from her accomodation, her fearful iridescent eyes witnessing the chaos drawing near. In her night gown, she grabbed her katana and bolted out of her door. There she met three of her companions who traveled with her to the capital. They safely fled...... until they reached the forest where an ambush awaits. One by one, the girl's companion slaughtered until she was the only one left, surrounded. Emerging from the behind was a larger armored being, but the absence of its ghoslty glow puts more eerieness into the air.

It felt like time has stopped. At present, is a fully armored giant with eyes glowing red behind its mask, its large helmet covering most of its distinct features. Does it really have any mask to begin to with? It was a definition of darkness, black miasma almost surrounding it. There was something too unsettling about it just glowering downcast without even a hint of it unsheathing the sizeable dual swords behind its back.

With nowhere to go, the girl sat on the ground waiting for her fate. The being grabbed the girl, sharp edges of its dark gauntlet pierced her pale, smooth skin. The other enemies enclosed around her, their deadly, inhuman screech filled the forest.