Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty-Five

The world was nothing but the clash of metal, screams of pain, and the loud beating of my heart. 

I ducked as an axe went flying over my head, only barely missing my skull. 

His words echoing in my ear as he pressed his lips against the side of my temple before defending into the chaos of war. 

If this is my end, every second I shared with you was a fucking eternity of happiness. Live, Fenga. 

And then he had unleashed himself, in such a brutally horrific and beautiful way that I had frozen to stare. 

He had simply turned to mist and shadows, and then whirled into a full onslaught of the dark creatures that had defended onto my palace at Clora's command. 

He was smoke and pure death. Metal flashed and hundred of men dropped, some cut to ribbons and others choking on some horrible and invisible death. 

Where he went death bowed to him. 

That felt like a life time ago. 

My twin white blades were bathed in a black sticky blood. 

My holy blades had burned the flesh of the army, only a quick and efficient swing needed to send them to their deaths. 

And there was so much death. 

Everywhere and all over. 

I scrambled through the fighting, keeping my mind hard as I stepped over dead bodies, over men who were fighting for us, their heads no longer on their bodies, or their insides torn open and left. 

I didn't stop though, I couldn't. 

I could feel her. 

The second she stepped onto the land, something in me had snapped. 

It felt like Clora, that darkness, sickness that needed to be purged. 

I knew she was close, just a few more bodies of cut down, and then I would be standing before her. 

I ducked quickly, before bringing my blades over my head, hard metal clanking down on them, as a monster tried to send his sword at me. 

I twisted quickly, easily sending a deep cut through its leg, sending it down on one knee, before my swords crossed and cut, sending its head rolling off its body. 

I kept moving. 

I could feel my body shaking, aching. 

Blood running down one of my arms, even with the suit of armor that Ulti had given me. 

It was completely black, made of some scaled material that mirrored Vikkan's perfectly. 

It was a body suit, hard enough to take a direct hit, but light enough for me to move quickly. It felt so natural, yet I had never worn anything like it. 

It hugged my ass, curving over my thighs and hips, before pressing into my waist, then flowing up and over my body. No skirt, just pure armor. 

Vikkan had glared heaven and hell at Hennis who seemed especially interested in how my ass looked in the suit, but I couldn't have cared less since it matched Vikkan's nearly identically. 

How it had pulled over all of his muscles, showcasing how much of a warrior's body he had. 

It was crazy how he nearly looked as good clothed as he did naked. 

His warm brown skin complimented perfectly by the harsh black of the suit, his dark purple hair popping more because of it. 

I really hope we fucking survived.