Guts. Not much is known about this man. Mages have investigated into this character, only to discover old transcripts that mention king Arthur. Many have tried to summon him. All have failed.
Guts shouted as the fingers closed around Artoria. He started pounding on the fingers made of faces before taking Excalibur's sheath and began slicing at it. The faces screamed as they were sliced yet showed no intention of moving as Guts lashed out at them.
"THE THREADS BUNDLED BY THE LAWS OF CAUSALITY HAVE NOW BEEN BOUND." Void spoke as he looked upwards. Between his hands was a glowing symbol that began to grow unstable. "THE PROMISED TIME.......HAS COME."
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The symbol in Void's hand's exploded into hundred shards of dark energy surrounded by red aura. The shards shot downwards to the loyalists and began picking their targets. Mordred grunted as a shard hit her in the chest, nearly knocking her off her horse. Another hit Gaston's hand as he attempted to block it. Another latched onto Ector, who used his big arm to act like a shield. Kay couldn't block his as it hit his forehead, nearly taking his head off.
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Guts gasped as one of the symbols hit his neck, making him stumble forward. He and the others were then overwhelmed by a sudden burst of pain that came from this mark. Guts reached up to touch the mark and felt blood running out of it.
. . .
Down below, the apostles pounced upon the loyalists. The humans weren't prepared as the towering beasts started tearing them apart before eating them. One soldier was swallowed whole, another was ripped in half by one apostle. Some apostles but down on the soldiers, their arms and legs being cleaved off by the teeth.
A massacre. It was an unilateral slaughter. No....it was a feast. Gluttonously devouring everything. The inhuman's twisted feast! For any rebellion the humans could put up was quickly put down by the Apostles.
'What is this.......' Mordred thought to herself, stunned upon seeing her men getting slaughtered like cattle. She knocked herself out of it, gripping her sword and charging forward, tapping into the dragon strength in her blood. She jumped into the air and sliced an apostle down. 'WHY ARE YOU KILLING MY MEN?!?!?'
