Ozilen's Edge (Test for reviews)

Chapter 1- A Perfect Hell on Earth 🜒

If a non-English saying appears the translation is at the end of the Chapter

"All in, all in," I heard the general yell.

The battle was raging in the background. I rushed toward an enemy and decapitated him. I charged another. Our swords clashed with each other, denting both of the swords. The swords locked each other. I drew my dagger and stabbed him. I pulled my dagger back out of his body and greenish-red blood started to seep out of his body. I pulled my dagger out and stabbed him with my sword. A scream of terror echoed from the dying enemy, the pain in his eyes .was very real. I looked at my now blooded-up sword, Ozilens, a sword of great power and strength. I was given this sword after completing my training at my master's academy, where I was his first student.

"Iterum felicius,1" I whispered to him in his ear.

"Δεν θα υπάρξει επόμενη φορά,2" he whispered back to me moments before dying, using his last dying breath. The rain continues to pour down on my skin and my armour, another gift from my master after completing my training.

Lighting crashed in the dark sky, lighting it up. Mere seconds afterwards; thunder clapped filling the air with a deafening roar. That was loud enough that the people in Canreia could hear it. The gods have also had enough of this war. Even the god of war, Broola was mad at us.

"Αρχίζει να πέφτει πίσω,3" The Enemy leader roared to his troops. The leader's voice sounded raspy and tired from days of fighting. The enemy leader looked filled with rage at the need to retreat, it was not part of the demon policy to retreat, it was similar to Kasrher in the olden days of Grista before it collapsed at the start of the war, this war that I was fighting in. The war started almost 500 years ago- 486 years to be exact. I was born only 27 years ago, a long time after the fighting started. I cannot understand this demonic language as he stated it in a disgruntled voice that was extremely raspy and gravelly. He was covered in the blood of a pegasus of our troop, which was a dark blue. I started regrouping with the rest of my platoon, looking over them. Half of them are dead or missing in action.

Blood was dribbling out of some of the men. I can hear screams of pain and terror. The screams of pain ringing in my ears. The thought of thousands and thousands of people and demons dying. The Demons retreated as fast as they possibly could from the death and apprehension erupting from both sides.

A red and silver dragon soared above the sky, bright red streaking the sky. It struck another dragon, but this time the dragon was purple. The two clashed with each other in the sky and neither could gain the upper hand. The dragons roared at each other as they flew away to fight each other again or pick off the troops that were on the ground standing there helpless.

I looked at the ground, the mud-like not just water but also blood on the fields of Idera, around me and my troops covered our feet and toes so that we could not see them. Demons and humans alike were stuck in the mud and could not move anymore. At this point, we were equals. If we, humans and demons, are not equal when we are both alive, then we will only be equal to each other once we are both dead.

A demon's growl powered through the air as he charged at me. I raised my shield to block his incoming attack. His morning star clashed with the bulge of my shield, where my hand was. It hurt my hand. The two clattered into each other, with a resounding bang. I pushed his attack back to him and he stumbled backwards. I tried to hit him with my sword but he used a dead body to block it. My sword cut through the dead demon's body. He threw the body to the ground. I seized the opportunity and jabbed my sword into his chest. Demonic reddish blood trickled out of his body creating a pool on the ground.

Cannons blasted at the enemy troops. Enemy Cannons roared in the air firing back at our troops. This is no way to fight a war. This is not even something that the worst human ever would do. This type of warfare even Johns Taples wouldn't do. He randomly decided to go to war with tribesmen, tribes like mine, and started to massacre them.