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Lifang could still remember when everything went down, very clearly so. It was one of the reasons why his soul refused to pass away into the afterlife. He still could remember the screams, he could still remember the houses burning, and he could still remember the children crying.
The screams of people as they were massacred, of the disembodied bodies splattered over the beautiful streets of Claria, of their guts, their brains... the children's bodies destroyed into countless pieces.
The hatred, wrath, sorrow, and horror he felt in that time, as those monsters invaded their home and ate them alive...
And so did his knights, who could not protect their people. They were too few, and perhaps too weak, having grown in an Era of relative peace, the elven continent was one of the least threatened by the demons back then.
"We thought of ourselves as lucky and gifted, we were arrogant..." he sighed. "It was because of our stupid pride and arrogancy as elves that we ended where we are now."
But it was also their fault too, he couldn't just blame it all on himself. These monsters, these damned monsters!
And their wicked, false dragon god...
Because of this hatred, he lost his mind and tried to finish them off on his own instantly.
But they were easily overwhelming him and would have killed him again.
He could have revived later as a new Familiar Card, but his soul, because it was so complex, would be on a long cooldown, as Blake had told him.
"I can revive you eventually, but if you die, I can't create a card of you until a long rest," he said. "It's because your souls are very complex, it is similar to the spirits inside a spirit orb. It might take days for you to be able to be revived... So don't charge recklessly, or you might miss the chance to avenge your kind if you die."
It was a chance he almost lost!
Yet now, he understood that his strength did not lay on just himself.
It lay within all his friends, his soldiers, his knights.
He was a general, not just a solo warrior.
And he must command his troops as one!
"I apologize for being reckless, my soldiers..." he said, standing up, his spiritual power surging as an aura, and then releasing into the bodies of his knights. "Charge!"
With a mighty shout, a rallying cry, the stats of his knights increased out of nowhere. The cursed black dragon flames the Draconic Generals were firing constantly were not strong enough to overcome his temporary enhancement.
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
Their weapons clashed against the last soldiers and monsters left behind, massacring them. The lizardmen were strong with their equipment and magic, but the elves were simply on another level after becoming Blake's Familiars.
The difference in power was so ridiculous that it mirrored back then when they invaded the elves instead, it was a complete tip of the scales!
"Dammit, you useless lizards, why can't you fight properly?!"
"Let me show you what true warriors do!"
"Hahahaha!"
The three draconic generals didn't lose their faith in their strength, working together and fighting against all the elven knights at once. Their powerful attacks pierced through their defensive stances and shields, broke through their formations, and began sending them flying one after another.
They were strong!
"We have to kill him, while we still can- ACK!"
As they were about to go kill Elfang while he concentrated on his skill, a giant root of fire, ice, and winds surged from the ground, piercing the chest of a weakened general.
"I-Impo... ssible..."
The root exploded into fire, ice, and winds, right next to the other generals, sending them flying into the air.
BOOOM!
"Now!"
Elfang commanded, and the knights leaped into action, attacking the two draconic generals with everything they had.
"This is for the families you killed!"
"This is for the elves you massacred!"
"And this is for the poor children you ate!"
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
A storm of elemental and spiritual slashes engulfed the two draconic generals, resembling a storm of beautiful colors, all the knights attacked at once.
"T-This can't be...! Mercy! We give up- Uuaagggh!"
"M-Mercy! You elves have good heartssss...! Please have mercyyyy! Gryyaaagh!"
The Draconic generals could no longer defend or fight back, their bodies were all sliced and dismembered apart into countless pieces, dying agonizingly as they screamed for mercy.
SPLAAAT!
Their bodies splattered over the floor, painting it red, Lifang looked at his knights covered in the blood of their enemies.
Revenge was something that corrupted the heart, yet for some reason... It felt so good.
"Finally... we managed to kill these bastards!"
"W-We did it...!"
"Mother... father!"
"At long last...!"
The knights celebrated happily as Lifang stood up and walked to their side.
"Well done, everyone! The battle might be over, but not the war, we must still help our liege, let's go!"
RUMBLE!
An opening emerged in the stone walls, as the knights charged through it, joining the battlefield once more.
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