43 Guilds will fall and Armies will burn (1/2)

It had been a few hours since the battle began and the Guilders were steadily making their way through the hoard of dead Elves. If it hadn't been for these undead then they would have already been wiped out through the sheer numbers of the opposition.

Goeki was surrounded by ghastly green flames while his sword was consumed in black fire, his advancement had mutated and become a Hell Fire Knight. His flames had become vicious and far more deadly than they were before, his range and arsenal of attacks had grown as well.

He was running interference for the undead by striking out at Guilders when the opportunity presented itself but he could only do so much against the onslaught of the entire remaining Guild Association.

Stein meanwhile had headed the army of undead Elves giving a buff to them, he was a Death Knight. His class was meant to be one of the upper echelons of hell, he was meant to lead an undead army to truly show his worth. Still though with this level of pressure being forced upon him he was feeling overwhelmed as he slashed another oncoming Guilder.

During this whole event all those who were part of the Coven were wondering where Draig was and how he was unaware of the situation. Unfortunately they were not in a position to be searching for their leader, they had to assume he would intervene before it was too late.

In the room Draig began to stir and as he woke a pressure began to descend onto the battlefield causing the conflict to halt.

Looking around Draig suddenly caught a sniff of the blood in the air, he felt hungry. His crimson eyes seemed to glow with this thought but he was brought from his hunger as he looked upon the sleeping form next to him.

Draig cracked a small smile as he silently left the bed before tucking Sylvie in gently. Smiling as he left the room his blood lust finally surged forth.

'Who dares to try their might against me' thought Draig as a Murder of Crows flooded the hall until suddenly they disappeared.

Out of the battlefield though everyone was in awe of the pressure they had felt but a few minutes later they noticed the moon light was no longer shining as it was before. In fact, it had even grown darker.

Casting their eyes towards the sky they soon found the cause of the problem. Crows, hundreds of them had crowded and blocked the light of the moon from reaching the earth but that wasn't the most concerning thing.

No, instead they watched as these crows converged in the sky until a human figure was displayed. In the resplendent light of the moon a sinister shadow was cast over this person causing him to be unrecognizable.

Draig looking down upon the Guilders felt his blood boil, it wasn't from anger. Instead it was from his desire finally coming to fruition. He would eliminate all those who had accosted him in the past, the ones who had segregated and secluded him.

A wicked smile played across his face as he called for the elders and the old Elf he had turned mentally, they appeared quickly and the Guild Leaders who had been among the troops froze on the spot witnessing these men appear. They suddenly had a horrible premonition about the outcome of this situation.

”Go and handle your people, keep the strong and cull the week” ordered Draig as he too descended onto the battlefield.

He began calling for the blood on the battlefield, similar to how he had done to create his Rapier funneling the blood on a whim. This blood began to surround Draig and harden until it became a Black Crimson looking light armor, the rest continued funneling until it became a cane head by a skull.

The cane shrunk down before more blood funneled towards it and hardened, this continued several times until it wouldn't condense any further.