Part 20
In the tense silence that enveloped the chamber, Alucard's senses were heightened, every nerve tingling with anticipation. His gaze remained fixed on the Fade before him, its monstrous form a testament to the darkness that lurked within.
Alucard stood at the ready, gripping Nightshade tight, ready to unleash its devastating power. The room was silent; even the battle sounds could not reach them that far down. No one made a move.
The Fade's predatory instincts were evident, driving it forward with unrelenting ferocity. Alucard knew he stood against a formidable adversary, one that embodied the very essence of fear and dread.
Maxwell, cowering in the shadows, watched with trepidation, his facade of authority crumbling in the face of impending confrontation. He had wielded power with impunity, but now, faced with the consequences of his actions, he found himself powerless and vulnerable.
The air crackled with the tension of impending conflict, a silent duel between predator and prey, light and darkness. Alucard remained resolute, his grip on Nightshade unwavering.
A sudden break in the silence filled the room as Gabriel, now the Fade, let out a terrifying roar, charging at Alucard. Maxwell had never seen the power or terror of the Fade before; this was all new to him. He was amazed and yet terrified all at once, not truly understanding the power he had unleashed until now.
As Gabriel closed in, Alucard's resolve hardened, his focus honed to a razor's edge. With a swift movement, he raised Nightshade. A quick slash of the whip slammed into Gabriel, and a shockwave of magic erupted, sending him into one of the columns. It broke apart, dust and smoke kicking into the air. Gabriel screamed in pain, stumbling to his feet. He saw that the arm he used to block the oncoming attack was completely destroyed. All that was left was blood splatter and chunks of metal and flesh laid across the floor.
Without hesitating, Alucard unleashed a volley of attacks, each as quick as the last. Gabriel leaped and jumped all over the room, dodging the attacks with great speed.
The room became a battleground, a symphony of clash and fury as Alucard and Gabriel engaged in a deadly dance of blades and sorcery. Alucard's strikes were precise and relentless, each swing of Nightshade laced with the power to rend stone
and shatter bone. But Gabriel, fueled by primal instinct and the dark energies coursing through his veins, evaded each blow with uncanny agility.
Their movements were a blur, a whirlwind of motion as Alucard pressed the attack, his eyes never leaving Gabriel. The Fade's remaining arm lashed out, claws slicing through the air, but Alucard deflected the blows with deft precision.
Maxwell, a mere spectator to the chaos unfolding before him, could only watch in awe and horror as the confrontation escalated. He had unleashed a force beyond his comprehension, a creature of pure darkness that now threatened to consume everything in its path.
As Gabriel countered Alucard's onslaught, the very air crackled with the intensity of their clash. The sound of steel meeting flesh reverberated through the chamber, accompanied by bursts of arcane energy that illuminated the shadows.
Alucard, undeterred by Gabriel's elusive movements, pressed on with unwavering determination. His strikes grew more ferocious, each blow aimed with deadly precision. But Gabriel, fueled by the dark forces that coursed through him, seemed impervious to pain and fatigue.
The battle raged on, a testament to the unyielding resolve of both combatants. In the heart of the storm, amidst the chaos and destruction, their fate hung in the balance.
Gabriel, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light, lunged at Alucard with a feral snarl. Alucard met him head-on, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the chamber, shaking the very foundations of the structure.
"You can't defeat me, Alucard," Gabriel hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I am beyond your reach, beyond your comprehension."
Alucard was slowing down, unable to maintain his pace much longer. His breathing was heavy, his lungs burned with pain, and the taste of smoke and burnt flesh filled the room. It was bitter and unpleasant. As the smoke cleared, he could see what Gabriel had become—a twisted pile of monstrous flesh. Alucard could barely comprehend how he was still standing.
Gabriel, now the Fade, remained upright despite the devastation to his body. His left side was torn asunder, flesh and sinew exposed to the harsh light of the chamber. His left leg hung limply, a grotesque appendage barely attached to his shattered frame. His body was filled with scars, yet amid the ruin of his physical form, Gabriel's eyes burned with an unearthly intensity, cold and unforgiving. The pale white orbs
bore witness to the darkness that now consumed him, a darkness that refused to be extinguished.
Alucard, his own strength waning, could scarcely comprehend the sight before him. How could such a creature still stand, still fight, in the face of such devastation? It was a testament to the insidious power that fueled Gabriel's existence, a power that defied all reason and understanding.
Before Alucard's very eyes, Gabriel's Fade body began to twist and crack, healing itself once more, even faster than before. It defied all logic; the damage Alucard inflicted was all but healed.
As Alucard watched in astonishment, Gabriel's mutilated form began to writhe and contort with an otherworldly energy. His shattered bones knit themselves back together, sinew and flesh weaving into a grotesque tapestry of regeneration. It was a sight that defied all reason, a defiance of the natural order itself.
With each passing moment, Gabriel's body underwent a metamorphosis, the ravages of battle fading away as if they were mere illusions. His wounds closed with unnatural speed, leaving behind only faint scars. It was a spectacle that sent shivers down Alucard's spine; this was not a normal Fade transformation power. It was as if Gabriel had made some kind of deal with something far more powerful than the Grimoire.
“Can you see the power I hold, Alucard? The power of the Eternal Flame and the power that the Grimoire bestows upon me and my followers. We will rewrite this world in our image, and all the pain and suffering that comes with it will be no more,” Maxwell said as he slowly moved from his hiding spot within the shadows.
“You're a fool, Maxwell. This is not your power. This is not your doing. This is something else. You have meddled with powers beyond your understanding. It is a force born of darkness, a force that consumes all in its path. You may think you control it, but in truth, it controls you."
Maxwell's expression twisted with disdain. "You speak of darkness as if it were a curse, but it is the light that blinds us to the truth. The Eternal Flame offers salvation, a path to enlightenment. You would do well to embrace it, Alucard, before it's too late."
As Maxwell spoke, the Grimoire in his hands started to glow and speak to him once more. “Can you see it now, Alucard? The power, the true power of my faith... what... I don't understand...”
Maxwell's confident expression changed to one of confusion as he struggled to comprehend the events unfolding before him. The Grimoire's voice grew louder and more insistent, its words reverberating through the chamber.
Alucard's eyes narrowed as he watched Maxwell's demeanour shift from arrogance to bewilderment. This unexpected turn of events hinted at a force beyond even Maxwell's comprehension.
The Grimoire, the ancient tome of forbidden knowledge, seemed to awaken with a life of its own, its pages glowing with an ethereal light. Maxwell's grip on the book tightened, his expression a mixture of awe and trepidation.
The voice emanating from the Grimoire was not one of solace or guidance but of turmoil and uncertainty. It spoke with an otherworldly resonance, its words echoing through the chamber like whispers from the abyss.
"You have squandered the powers I offered you this day..." The voice, eerie and ghost-like, reverberated through the chamber, sending shivers down Maxwell's spine.
Maxwell's grip on the Grimoire tightened further, his knuckles turning white with strain. The ancient tome pulsed with dark energy, its pages fluttering as if alive with some unseen force.
"No!" Maxwell shouted, his voice tinged with desperation. "I have followed your teachings!"
Alucard, his senses heightened, watched the unfolding scene with a mixture of concern and intrigue. The Grimoire's power was unlike anything he had encountered before, a sinister force that seemed to defy the laws of nature itself.
As Maxwell stood trembling before the pulsating tome, the weight of his hubris bore down upon him like a crushing burden. He had sought power beyond his understanding, and now he stood on the precipice of a darkness from which there could be no return.
“I don’t understand... I did everything you asked of me. You... you said this power was a gift, a gift for me to fulfil my destiny.”
The voice from the Grimoire, resonating with an eerie calmness, responded to Maxwell's desperate plea. "You were blinded by your own ambition, Maxwell. You sought power without wisdom, and now you face the consequences of your folly."
Maxwell's hands shook as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his mistake. The promises of the Grimoire, once so enticing, now rang hollow in his ears. He had believed himself to be the chosen vessel of a greater destiny, but now he saw the truth for what it was—a dark and twisted deception.
"You were a pawn in a game far older than you can imagine," the voice continued, its words like icy tendrils wrapping around Maxwell's mind. "The power you sought was never yours to command. It was merely a tool, a means to an end."
Maxwell's heart sank as the weight of his betrayal settled upon him. He had sacrificed everything in pursuit of power, only to find himself standing on the edge of oblivion. His dreams of glory and conquest crumbled like dust, leaving behind only the bitter taste of defeat.
“I have found another to do my bidding for me. Your services are no longer required.” Maxwell went cold, his hands shaking uncontrollably, with every fibre within his body trying to let go of the book, but his hands would not respond. He looked at Alucard, his face drained of colour. “Help me... Please.” Within that moment, the book drained the life force from within Maxwell's body, his screams echoing through the chamber, a chilling reminder of the price of ambition. As the life drained from his body, he collapsed to the ground, his form withering like a wilted flower.
Alucard could only watch helplessly as Maxwell's fate was sealed, his soul consumed by the darkness he had unleashed. In that moment, he understood the true nature of power—the seductive allure of its promise, and the devastating cost of its pursuit.
As Maxwell's lifeless body lay crumpled on the floor, Alucard felt a profound sense of loss. In the end, Maxwell had been a victim of his own hubris, a cautionary tale of the dangers of unchecked ambition.
The Grimoire lay on the floor next to Maxwell’s lifeless body, glowing with a warm aura. Magical energy poured from the book, filling the room with a warm blue glow. Alucard moved back, unsure of what was happening. The warm glow moved like waves in the sea, then pulled back on itself, moving towards Gabriel and covering his Fade body completely. Gabriel absorbed it within himself, and suddenly, his body broke once again, twisting. Spikes erupted from his back and spine, piercing through his flesh with unnatural force. His body convulsed with agony, the flesh tearing and rending as it struggled to contain the surging power within. It was a horrifying sight, a testament to the unimaginable forces at play.
With each passing moment, Gabriel's form became more monstrous, more twisted. Arms grew from his right side, all broken and unusable. Alucard could only watch in horror as Gabriel's transformation reached its crescendo. The air crackled with dark
energy, the very fabric of reality straining under the weight of the unholy transformation.
Alucard, his resolve hardening, knew that he could not let this abomination continue. He stepped forward, Nightshade in hand. Gabriel, now more beast than man, turned his malevolent gaze toward Alucard, eyes burning with a mix of hatred and pain.
The chamber reverberated with the sound of Gabriel's roar, a primal cry of rage and agony that echoed through the very soul. It was a sound that spoke of untold suffering, of a spirit consumed by darkness.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the transformation ceased. Gabriel's body lay still, the spikes protruding from his flesh like twisted monuments to his torment. He stood, a monument to the horrors of the abyss, his eyes burning with an unholy fire.
Alucard knew that this was not the end. Gabriel had become something far more than human, a harbinger of doom and despair. As he faced the monstrous creature before him, Alucard braced himself for the battle that lay ahead, knowing that the fate of the world hung in the balance. But unknown to Alucard, this was not the only thing happening.
Back at the manor, Jade and Jasper held the magical shield up as long as they could. The soldiers and two remaining Fades outside attacked the shield. Suddenly, the two Fades' bodies also started to twist and form into something else entirely. The soldiers outside looked on in horror, unable to understand what was happening.
Markus looked out one of the windows to see what the screaming was about. As he witnessed the horrors unfolding outside the shield, a cold dread settled over him. The once-loyal Fades, twisted by dark forces beyond comprehension, had turned against their former allies with a savagery that defied explanation. Their bodies contorted and mutated, becoming grotesque monstrosities driven by an insatiable hunger for destruction.
The soldiers, once united in their assault on the manor, now found themselves at the mercy of the very creatures they had fought alongside. Panic gripped their ranks as they scrambled to defend themselves against the onslaught, their screams of terror mingling with the sounds of battle.
Inside the manor, Davos and the defenders watched in horror as the chaos unfolded beyond the magical shield. They were trapped, their only refuge now a fortress besieged by darkness from within and without.
“What in all that is holy is going on out there?” Davos exclaimed.
“I don’t know, but I don't want to find out,” answered Jade, focusing more energy into the spell. The strain on her body was intense. Even with Jasper's help, they both could not keep it up for much longer. The newly-formed monsters had finished terrorising the poor souls outside and focused their relentless attack on the manor shield once more.
Tobias could see what was happening from the town. He looked at what remained of his soldiers.
“Captain,” said Morgan, his first mate, “it looks as if the Fades are no longer on our side. What are your orders?”
Tobias asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil, "How’s the ship? What kind of damage did it sustain?”
Morgan glanced at the distant silhouette of their vessel. "Minor damage to the hull and sails. Most of the cannons are destroyed, and we lost a few men in the attack. We put out the fires and repaired what we could. She’s still seaworthy, but we need to dock and make full repairs.”
Tobias listened to Morgan’s report, his mind calculating the implications of the situation. The loss of their Fades as allies and the damage sustained by the ship left them in a precarious position. As he weighed his options, Tobias knew that retreat was the only viable course of action.
"Call all soldiers," he commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "We're retreating."
Morgan hesitated, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure, Captain? What about Maxwell and the others?"
Tobias met Morgan's gaze, his expression resolute. "Maxwell and his followers have lost their hold on power. They are no longer assets to be relied upon. It's time to cut ties and ensure our own survival. There's no place for us here anymore."
“Captain, the church will brand us as traitors and rogue assets. What should we do?” said Morgan, uncertain in his voice.
Tobias nodded, his jaw set with determination. "If the church sees fit to brand us as traitors, then so be it. We'll make them regret underestimating us. Our survival is our priority now. If they come for my head, we send them the bodies back. We just have to survive long enough to make the investment in my death too much for them to bear.”
Morgan's expression softened with understanding. "Aye, Captain. We'll weather this storm and emerge stronger on the other side."
With their resolve renewed, Tobias and Morgan prepared their soldiers for retreat, steeling themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. As they set sail from Iron Harbour, leaving behind the chaos and uncertainty, they knew that their journey was far from over.
The battle with Alucard raged on. This new creature was much faster and stronger than the Fade he had been fighting; it was something completely new, something he had never seen before. Its attacks were fast, the speed unreal. Alucard's heart pounded in his chest as he faced the relentless onslaught of the transformed Gabriel. Every movement was a dance of survival, every strike a gamble with death. His muscles burned with exhaustion, his mind racing to anticipate each lightning-fast attack.
Gabriel's movements were like a blur, his strikes coming with the force of a raging storm. Alucard knew he couldn't afford to falter, couldn't afford to let his guard down even for a moment. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he parried and dodged, desperately seeking an opening to strike back.
As the new creature lunged for another attack, Alucard, with great speed, moved just in time to miss its sharp claws. With a spin of the wrist, he cut the arm clean off. The creature did not make a sound, but before it could attack again, Alucard spun around, wielding Nightshade like a dance of battle. He swung with great strength, hitting the creature's face. A large magical explosion erupted, destroying its head in one swift blow. The creature fell to the ground with a resounding crash.
Alucard's heart raced as he watched the creature fall, its body convulsing from the force of his attack. Relief washed over him, mingled with exhaustion, as he sank to his knees where he stood. He took in deep, ragged breaths, the weight of the battle pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
For a brief moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of Alucard's laboured breathing. He closed his eyes, his muscles trembling with fatigue, his mind reeling from the intensity of the fight. It seemed as though the nightmare was finally over, that victory was within his grasp.
But then, to his horror, the creature's body began to move once more. Alucard's eyes snapped open, disbelief and dread flooding his senses. He watched in disbelief as the severed arm regrew before his very eyes, flesh knitting together with unnatural speed.
With a guttural roar, the creature rose from the ground, its head reforming in a grotesque display of dark magic. Alucard's heart sank as he realised the true extent of his adversary's power. This was no ordinary foe; it was a force of darkness that defied the very laws of nature. He steeled himself for the fight ahead, knowing that this battle was far from over and that his resolve would be tested like never before.
As the creature advanced, its eyes burning with malice, Alucard knew that the battle was far from over. With a weary sigh, he rose to his feet, his resolve steeling against the encroaching darkness. He knew that he would have to fight with every ounce of strength and cunning he possessed.
Think, now think how can you kill this thing? It regenerates faster than I can tear it apart, I thought if I could take out its head that surely would have killed it. Even if I keep on attacking it with nightshade, it will just keep healing itself, it is unlike anything I have seen, where its powers come from. At the moment Alucard knew exactly how to kill it.
He turned his attention to the Grimoire that still layed next to Maxwell corps, it glowed and pulsed with energy, the pages were alive, feeding its dark magic into what remained of Gabriel. He knew how to kill it now, he had to destroy the Grimoire.
As Alucard's gaze fell upon the pulsating Grimoire, a plan began to form in his mind. He knew that the source of Gabriel's power lay within the ancient tome, that its dark magic fueled the creature's unholy regeneration. If he could destroy the Grimoire, he could sever Gabriel's connection to its malevolent influence, rendering it vulnerable once more.
With Gabriel standing as a formidable obstacle between him and the Grimoire, Alucard knew that reaching the book would be no easy task. The creature's twisted form loomed before him, its malevolent presence casting a shadow over the chamber.
I have to bait him into attacking me but close, he thought, I can use my speed to get around him, look for an opening and use Nightshade, even if he heals it buys me a few seconds I need. The Creature now fully healed once more, looked around and saw Alucard hiding by one of the pillars.
“What’s wrong Alucard, you were so confident before.” the creature spoke with an unsettling voice, “You can not hide from me... Alucard... I see you.”
He moved from behind the pillar but still enough to use it as a shield if needed. “Are you still in there Gabriel? Or am I speaking to something else.”
"Oh, it is still me, Alucard. I know my appearance is not the most pleasant one to look upon, but it is still me." The creature, or Gabriel perhaps, slowly walked toward Alucard.
Alucard steeled himself, his grip tightening on Nightshade. "Then you understand why I must stop you," he said, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at the edges of his resolve. "How can you let this power consume you so much?"
"The book showed me so much, Alucard, the world before and the world anew. It was so beautiful. It can happen again. It showed me all it could do and offer, but he was betrayed and locked away. And now, after all these millennia, his time has finally come once more. You should know, Alucard, the old gods exist, and he wants his revenge. Ardaloth comes for all."
Alucard had heard that name before—Ardaloth. If his memory was correct, Ardaloth was an old god from when the world was young and gods and mortals walked both mortal and astral planes alike. But these were only children's stories; no historical facts were ever found about their existence.
However, Alucard remembered his mother telling him that the old gods still exist. They have always been around; they just are not allowed to interfere with mortal affairs. But they always share their light with those who need it. Could all the stories really be true?
Now, faced with the embodiment of that ancient power, Alucard could feel the weight of history bearing down upon him. Ardaloth was no mere legend; or perhaps the book, or the entity within it, believed it to be this Ardaloth. He could not be certain. This was all new to him. But he feared that if he destroyed the book, he might release Ardaloth from his prison. He could not be sure of the outcome.
With each passing moment, Gabriel moved closer. “He has been trapped within his prison for so long... Alucard... he learned, he became stronger... the powers that held him at bay now fuel him...”
As Gabriel's ominous words echoed through the chamber, Alucard's heart sank with a sense of foreboding. The revelation that Ardaloth had grown in strength during his imprisonment sent shivers down his spine. If the ancient god's power had truly been bolstered by the very forces that had sought to contain him, then the consequences of his release could be catastrophic.
“His astral body may no longer exist... but his power remains... Alucard, this is the end for you...”
Alucard stepped out from behind the pillar, a glint of determination in his eyes. His laughter echoed through the chamber, filling the space with defiance that seemed to cut through the darkness.
"You talk too much, Gabriel," Alucard replied, his voice laced with a steely resolve. "But in your words, you revealed your weakness."
Gabriel's expression twisted with confusion, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What weakness do you speak of, mortal? No one can kill a god."
Alucard's smile widened, a knowing gleam dancing in his eyes. "You said it yourself, Gabriel. Ardaloth's astral body may no longer exist, but his power remains. And therein lies his greatest vulnerability."
With a swift motion, Alucard raised Nightshade high, its edge pulsating with the raw energy of his resolve. "You see, Gabriel, if Ardaloth's power resides within that book, then destroying it will sever his connection to this world. You may be unaware of this, but the old gods could only share and walk the mortal plane within their bodies. Without it, their power is forbidden in the mortal realm. Without a vessel to channel his power, he will be nothing more than a fading memory, a spectre of a forgotten age."
As the realisation dawned on Gabriel, his expression contorted with rage and disbelief. He had been blind to the truth, so consumed by his thirst for power that he had failed to see the folly of his actions. But for Alucard, there was no time for remorse or regret. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, he knew that he must act swiftly and decisively. Gripping Nightshade tightly in his hand, he steeled himself. He jumped from the pillar, with great speed swinging Nightshade in an onslaught of attacks, each swing more deadly than the last.
As Alucard's relentless assault rained down upon Gabriel, the ancient creature recoiled, its once-impenetrable facade crumbling before the onslaught of Nightshade's fury. With each strike, the Grimoire's holdover Gabriel weakened, it's dark magic dissipating into the ether like wisps of smoke in the wind.
Gabriel, fueled by the remnants of Ardaloth's power, refused to yield. With each passing moment, he fought back with a ferocity born of desperation, his claws slashing through the air with blinding speed. Alucard moved back, creating more distance from Gabriel. As Gabriel ran toward Alucard, he swung Nightshade, not aiming for him, but the roof. With a large crash of magic energy, part of the roof collapsed onto Gabriel, crashing down with great force and speed.
Alucard moved, running toward the Grimoire. Gabriel jumped from the rubble, unfazed by it, and ran after Alucard, but it was too late. Alucard used every fibre of
strength he had and gave a devastating blow to the Grimoire with Nightshade's power.
As Alucard's strike connected with the Grimoire, a shockwave of arcane energy rippled through the chamber, the ancient tome shattering into countless fragments. Dark tendrils of magic lashed out wildly, writhing and contorting as they were torn asunder by the force of Alucard's blow.
Gabriel, his form twisted and contorted by the remnants of Ardaloth's power, let out a bloodcurdling scream as the dark magic binding him began to unravel. His once-mighty form wavered and flickered, the shadows that surrounded him dissipating into the ether like smoke in the wind.
With each passing moment, Gabriel's struggles grew weaker. His body twitched and cracked, painfully transforming back into his human self, or what was left of it. The sight before Alucard was a broken man, still partly transformed into a Fade, his face an unpleasant sight. Gabriel lay there on the floor, trying to speak, but no words came out.
Alucard walked over to the man once known as Gabriel. He looked into his eyes, and Gabriel looked back, showing no regret or remorse for his actions. All he did was smile. With a clean cut of Alucard's blade, he severed Gabriel’s head from his body, a mercy killing for one who did not deserve it.
As Gabriel's lifeless form lay before him, Alucard offered a silent prayer for the man who had been consumed by darkness. He hoped that in death, Gabriel would find the peace and redemption that had eluded him in life.
With a final glance at the shattered remnants of the Grimoire, Alucard turned and left the chamber behind, his heart heavy with the weight of the battles he had fought. As he walked, he caught something in the corner of his eye—a golden light casting behind him. He turned around, and there stood a woman bathed in golden light, standing over Gabriel’s body. As quickly as he saw her, she was gone.
"What was that?" he thought. "Was that real or is my mind playing tricks on me?" Alucard did not know or understand what he saw, nor did he want to. He left it alone. Perhaps it was one of the old gods taking Gabriel's soul away, or maybe it never really happened.
As Alucard left the chamber behind, his mind was filled with questions and uncertainties. The encounter with the mysterious woman bathed in golden light lingered in his thoughts, casting a shadow of doubt over his perception of reality. Was it a trick of the mind, a manifestation of his exhaustion and the chaos of battle?
Or was it something more, a glimpse into the mysteries of the world beyond mortal understanding?
Alucard shook his head, pushing aside the nagging doubts that threatened to cloud his judgement. He knew that dwelling on such matters would only distract him from the tasks at hand. The battle had been won.
As the power of the Grimoire dissipated, its influence waned not only over Gabriel but also over the remaining Fades that had once served as its instruments of destruction. With the source of their dark magic severed, the Fades lay scattered across the manor grounds, their broken bodies silent testimony to the end of their malevolent reign. Davos and the others emerged from the manor grounds, Jade and Jasper no longer able to maintain the shield but relieved it was no longer needed.
They walked through what was left of the battlefield at the hillside, the bodies of the fallen covering the very ground itself. “What happened?” asked one of the soldiers. No one answered right away, still weary and gathering themselves, but it looked like the last night was finally over. The sun was rising on this new day.
“He did it,” murmured Davos. With a yell into the sky, he proclaimed, “ALUCARD HAS SAVED US!”
The cheers of victory echoed across the battlefield, a chorus of triumph that resonated with the hope and resilience of those who had fought and survived. As the sun rose on the new day, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the scarred landscape, there was a sense of renewal in the air.
Davos' proclamation rang out like a clarion call, a testament to the heroism of Alucard and all those who had stood against the darkness in their selfless acts. The soldiers, once weary and broken, now stood tall, their spirits lifted by the sight of the rising sun and the knowledge that they had triumphed over the shadows.
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