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The great battle, Part 67

The shockwave slammed into Solaris, sending him sprawling back against the base of his throne. The dark energies that had once surrounded the Emperor flickered uncertainly, retreating from Azrael's magnificent presence like shadows fleeing from the dawn.

Around the courtyard, Azrael's shadows coiled around the remaining guards and faded souls of the fallen, binding them to a darker fate. Those who were once sworn to the Emperor began to feel a shift within themselves, compelled to choose between loyalty to tyranny and the call of freedom ignited by Azrael's arrival.

"Join us!" Mer-Mer shouted across the chaos, his voice rising above the din of battle. "Fight for your lives! Fight for your future!"

Latina rallied at his side, her spear glinting defiantly in the dawn light. "We can end this tyranny together! Stand with us against Solaris and those who enslave you!"

One by one, guards hesitated, caught in the pull between their fear of retribution and the flickering spark of doubt planted by Mer-Mer's words. They looked around at their comrades—some already transfixed by Azrael's power—others grappling with their own choices.

Spartacus seized this moment of indecision to step forward, sword raised high. "You have a choice! You can live as pawns in a tyrant's game or rise as warriors of your own fate! Choose wisely."

In that instant, several guards dropped their weapons and took a step back from the encroaching tide of darkness that was Solaris' forces. Murmurs spread among them—a question surfaced: could they truly turn against their own Emperor?

Sensing his hold slipping away, Solaris screamed in rage. "You will all regret this betrayal! You are nothing without my guidance!"

But Azrael would not let such words poison their resolve. With a powerful gesture, he extended his hand toward Solaris. The shadows spiraled into tendrils that formed chains coiling tightly around the tyrant.

"You have ruled through fear for too long," Azrael declared with an unyielding voice. "It is time for justice!"

"Your tyranny ends now!" Azrael thundered, his voice resonating with ancient power. He advanced toward Solaris, each step sending tremors through the courtyard. The gathered crowd of rebels and guards alike watched in awe as the clash of light and shadow unfolded before them.

Spartacus and his companions seized the moment to rally their forces. "Now's our chance!" he bellowed, charging forward. "Fight alongside Azrael! We must push back against them!"

Latina raised her spear with a battle cry, rallying the frightened rebels around them. "For freedom! For our fallen comrades!" The rebels surged forward, emboldened by the demon lord's arrival.

Mer-Mer felt a surge of power as shadows pooled around him, intertwining with Azrael's magic to amplify his own abilities. He summoned tendrils of darkness that whipped toward the nearest guards who had regrouped to defend Solaris. They fell to the ground in defeat as shadow chains ensnared them.

Meanwhile, Ragnar swung his axe with wild abandon, cleaving through any remaining enemies who dared to approach. His energy renewed by the sight of hope manifested in Azrael's form, he fought as if possessed by some fervor he hadn't previously known.

"Let's finish this!" Vespera cried out, channeling her healing magic into her comrades even as she prepared spells to unleash upon Solaris and Nyx. "We can't let their darkness snuff out our light!"

Azrael stood towering over Solaris, who struggled to rise with fury etched on his face. "You think you can defeat me?" he spat vehemently. "I am power itself!"

"You are nothing but a pawn," Azrael retorted coldly. "Your ambition blinds you to your own insignificance."

With another wave of Azrael's hand, tendrils of ethereal energy lashed out toward Solaris, engulfing him with blinding light that sent ripples through the darkness surrounding him. The Emperor's screams pierced the air as he wrangled against his bonds.

"Fool!" Nyx shrieked in frustration, thrusting his staff forward in a desperate attempt to regain control over the battlefield. Dark energy coalesced around him as he summoned spectral minions from beyond—shadows twisting and writhing to form a legion at his command.

But Azrael would not be deterred. "Your dark magic has no place here!" With a commanding gesture, he unleashed a radiant beam of light that shattered Nyx's defenses like glass.

The necromancer staggered back, eyes wide with horror as his minions collapsed one by one—merely shadows emptied of life by Azrael's brilliance.

"Retreat!" Nyx hissed desperately, realizing that he was losing ground fast. "This isn't over!"

Solaris roared in defiance as he fought against the encroaching light but found himself ensnared in an embrace of shadows that was both suffocating and liberating at once.

Finally free from their bindings, Mer-Mer led his friends outside the battlefield...

...

"We free Capua, "Spartacus said. "The Emperor abandoned everything and fled to Rome, Solaris and Nyx also escaped in panic."

At one point he remembered something and shuddered.

Julia. The Emperor said that two Roman legions were on their way to the camp.

"It's a good thing they listened to me to move the camp to the mountains. let's just hope they hold out until we arrive..."

"I'm sure they've fortified themselves, "Mer-mer said. "Julia is an experienced commander and probably made defensive ditches around the camp."

Mer-Mer seemed to have received new powers from Lord Azrael and summoned few shadow horses from the Land of Shadows.

"It would be faster that way. He said. Ride on , for every second is precious. ..