The day of the Nargals

 

He had succeeded. The Kingdom was finally saved. 

Riding his faithful steed, he took one last look back. In this city and its cobbled streets, in this castle which established itself as an indisputable and superior master, like a medieval Tower of Babel, he had narrowly escaped death and dishonor.

At dawn, he got up, a little nervous but eager to get it over with, listening to the trumpets of the enemies who were getting ever closer. The Nargals were far from stupid and had almost succeeded in trapping him when the war began, but he had studied them for a long time and knew their hunting techniques. 

He had called on the most ancient powers to get out of it. A flash of fire suddenly illuminated his pupils and his strength increased tenfold. Brandishing his sword, he ran up to their leader and cut off his head without hesitation. He had finally achieved his goal. 

Shadow demons would not rule here.

He looked away and thought about his next mission. What dark forces should he face this time ? 

Evil was everywhere, and he thought of his beloved waiting for him somewhere, hidden with the rest of humanity's survivors in the Andromeda galaxy, counting on him and his colleagues from the Homeland to save this world, the cradle which gave birth to humanity.