As I approach the blasted area I can see the corpses of a Lord's army. Their metal armor seemed to have melted and every fiber of their body burned to look like coal. Poor fools did not know what they were getting into. Imbeciles in search of glory and honor, fired a cannon at the Tas, not aware that they were sitting ducks for his blast. But not even anyone so foolish deserves the kind of death they received. The fire of the Tas may burn metal but it is different against humans. It seems it was meant to cause great pain and agony before it actually burns anything, I was lucky enough to have a lake nearby and only felt that excruciating pain for a few moments, but the burning has never completely gone away, that mocking glare of the Tas has never left me.
The ground is completely black but a certain trail is filled with crushed battle plates. Before I can even look for any imprints of the Tas I can hear another roar, another powerful roar, the same I had heard when I had gotten away that horrible night. I could not let that demon get away from me, not after he disgraced me. A flame had been lighted inside of me, whether it was due to the scar I do not know but My shield became as light as a feather and my sword seemed to not even exist as I held it in my hand. The path ahead of me was dark, but I could hear screams, I could smell corpses, I could feel the very ground trembling.
I looked ahead and saw the towering wyvern, the merciless bringer of death. He turned to me, almost as if he was waiting for me. I could see emptiness in its eyes, coldness, and I know that in me he could see my pain and thirst for revenge, but above all, his DEATH!
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