"Injured and Good Survivors are limited in this area" The mage mumbled while his eyes are fully shut still, strolling on each ruined house and they passed every dead creature, humans, and more plants. Kristinov has the feeling of uneasiness as they move every block once further. "You telling me eh? there is a survivor in this area, it looks like it is gone now" Jhàrold said with one brow shoved down while the other is lifted with curiosity. "They will never show up because of me" Kristinov mumbled through his helmet, their only heed was slightly gibberish. "I apologize, Big guy, we will never accomplish this sh*t with you, should not have come with us," Jhàrold said with a smile of mockery and significance. Aerline turned around with a pout and ire visage, her expression was telling him to apologize to him. "Why with that adorable face? I did not mean that" Jhàrold grinned, his smile was making Aerline ire as well as the Stygian Knight, the clench of the holder he gripped was feeling about to grate from his wrath - the hoax was pissing him off. "Zone out" The mage halt his magic to crawl over below to calm Kristinov down - he witnessed him madding around it prevailed not foolish. 
All of them suddenly heard a thump from their left, they stopped spoking as they see Kristinov raise his hand showing its knuckles in the gauntlet. Kristinov's breathing was getting deep, "You can take that off Kristinov, you are not breathing normally" The mage whispered but the Knight did not answer. Nocuous venom-like ivy is surrounded each door of the ruins and a noisome scent over the atmosphere, the flesh of a lifeless is everywhere inside. Both Knight slowly takes off their weapon on their strap as they espy a shadow. The ether above blue evanescent evolving into the darkness like the storm it will approach like the last time they travel onto the fuliginous spruce wilderness.
The brothers and Aerline unhurriedly stroll on their backs. The wind was getting frigid little, the warm breeze was fading away. Kristinov's sight was bringing darkling coated his visions and fuzzy blur as well as the brothers. Aerline was feeling there will be a survivor coming out from the darkness they behold and heed. The particles of ashes drifted and shifted above and below. Kristinov take out his shield and the one who lead the way and moved closer to the darkness, following the noise they all heard. Jhàrold holds his mickle hammer and the brothers prepared to wield their magic while Aerline stands stilly on the back of the brothers.
They settle their brows down, getting a gasp of air and they are ready to battle what will they behold from the darkness with malefic vines and particles like they are in different dimensions. A big rush thump coming towards them shortly with lachrymal of the outcry they heard through the shady. "Help me!" Someone shouted and Aerline was alerted. A man with an ichor-damaged vesture and hickory trousers ran out of the darkness.  They saw the man's eyes were frightened to glimpse the Darkling Knight - it looks like he know Kristinov before. The impuissant man throws a rock at Kristinov, yelling for help from the brothers and Jhàrold.
"Calm your *ss down! He does not bite now" Jhàrold said, blocking Kristinov from getting hurt again. Aerline bounced her head as well as the brothers. "Are you alone?" Aerline asked as she strolls away from the back of the brothers with a lenity smile that made the man reply to her. "No," he said but in a raspy tone like he was unsettled and relieved at the same time. The brothers gazed at one another with ire and confusion, they can feel someone will approach behind the gloaming. They feel repine from the lie, the man was telling the truth but behind that was something off. Demise will meet the man's nigh future - the mage felt it as well as his brother. They blow and something came out of their brims and the little gust appears out as they blow with their hand lying to their chin, a blue and green haze mixed one another through the darkness, the ash becomes snow and rutilant light ran through the like opaque. "What is that?" The man said with an expression of awe.
"I think to fight the poison" Aerline said while she held up her hand to move her fingers above the haze with astonishment. Kristinov did what Aerline did as well, the man was even so fearful towards Kristinov so he shoved his body out from his distance. The puissant man does remember him wearing flexuous stygian malefic armor coated him as well his steed but the most terrifying he witnessed it's his great glaive swinging to ruin everyone's life and abode. The Black Knight was a noble of the Malice who brings devastation and many things that mischievous do. Now, he realized the moment he was doing was wrong throughout the decades until the moment he met Aerline, he was changed, the eyes he beheld from the deep emerald were reflecting him that he was the monster - a great monster. Kristinov opened his eyes to see the man pushing aside his body to the brothers to shelter himself from Kristinov.
Everything went dark suddenly. Jhàrold whimpered with cuss and Aerline shrieked with terror. The brothers cast a spell to see clearly from the darkness, they look behind as all they heard was a noise through the opaque. "Stop! you can not use magic against this! It will lose your stamina!" Kristinov shouted to the brothers and they indeed obeyed his orders. A whisper they hear, someone got stabbed behind them, moaning from the great pain.  Blood dripping behind, a soft howl clarion crawling through their skin. The mage cast a spell to strike it from behind but it was missed - it was fast, and the moan and outcry they still heed through the darkness. "Kristinov. Kristinov. Kristinov". A raspy voice and monster-sound-like voice they heard thrice called the Knight's first name.
Everything went back again but this time, it is a bit dark and murky. They saw the man they try to help was killed. A spear that is been pierced to his back through his chest nigh his heart. At the end of the spear, the pointy verge came out of his chest with gore that imbrue to its end as well the stick. His eyes are taken off as well as his heart. Afar, they saw flames, a blaze that bestrew to its back and long spiky horns and graphite and smoke skin. The things sat above the boulder while holding the man's heart with the fury flames still prevailed on the thing's back.  Jhàrold cussed with confusion, terror, and awe. The brothers stride forth with their hands raised with magic roaming around their wrist. Aerline was shocked to see the poor man died cold-blooded, hanging on the spear, the lifeless body swinging side to side from the frigid breeze and perished sans his eyes and heart - it was a gruesome death.
"You looking for this Fenock?" The monster with no mercy for killing the man from the darkness. Kristinov moved onward to behold the man's death and the monster holding the impuissant man's heart, claws enclosing the heart and the rufescent fluid still drips at the end of every tip of its claws. "You are not supposed to be here Dràkiel" Kristinov said with an atrabilious tone while his hand are tightly clenched onto the holder of his glaive. "I am delightful to behold you have friends now, you betrayed our Queen," The monster said as he unhurriedly stands away from the boulder, letting go of the man's heart on the ground and the flames rise its blaze even more. Kristinov twirled his head twice while defending Aerline and the brothers with his eld shield.
"Prepare to die, you heartless sh*t broke" Jhàrold pointed his mickle hammer to the monster with a grin and an expression that shows that he is ready to slay the cold blooded merciless monster like Kristinov but greatly more different. "You can watch them die slowly as I seize their heart each of them, Fenock" The monster fleer while his claws hikes to his palm. Aerline move back while her arms wrapped to her chest with pressure. Vëctlör attacked first with an ire yell, he strikes the power that he cast on his mind and the monster dodged it fast by thrusting his body aside. The strike of lightning with a blue hue within that the mage's brother summoned was near will strike the monster but it missed as well. The monster was quick, and the swing of Jhàrold's hammer dodged by bending his body to crouch its legs and then the monster snatched the iron face of his hammer as Jhàrold swing it back again with one hand.
The brothers strike and the monster shield himself with his forearm that some spike rise through his smoky skin. Kristinov swiveled his hand to swirl the glaive ere attacking and then he attacked with his sword. Jhàrold pulls his hammer from the monster's grip and jabs its face to push the monster but the monster nudges his body to dodge and swerves his body to ignore Kristinov's attack. "What the h*ll!" Jhàrold yelled with ire vulgarism upon his scream as he attacked by swinging his hammer once more but the monster dodge it again.
"It is my turn" Dràkiel said with a raspy and deep whisper, a vast thornes like the stem of deep red rose eminence arise from the soil and then pushed Jhàrold but luckily Kristinov helped him to defend himself from giving pierced by the thorns. Dràkiel blows and then a strong blaze awakened to conserve the monster from getting attacked by the brothers beside him. Kristinov sliced the thorns defense into pieces, sliced in half - it separated and Jhàrold struck in between the thorns that has been slashed into two. The monster is been hit by Jhàrold's hammer at last. Dràkiel's head was twirled on the left side with blood coming out of his mouth and nose, another hit will be struck the enemy - it was the brothers, casting another spell and the strong gust push the blaze off and it shove Dràkiel's body and the skin got peeled from Kristinov's fervid glaive. The monster groaned from pain and attacked by hitting the mage's brother with a whip that extended from the spike on his forearm. "Brother!" Vëctlör yelled as he beholds his brother on the ground with a wound on his cheekbone. The mage attacked with many casts he mumbled to his breath and ire eyes that creates his magic goes stronger as he attack Dràkiel with many blasts, haze punch, and gust.
Dràkiel dodged it every single attack but the last strike was to nudge him afar from them - it was philippic. Kristinov swing his sword with one grip onto his holder  as the monster push him by the mage behind Kristinov - the Knight stabbed Dràkiel and then twirl his blade to slice its abdomen at the side to take it off from its murky flesh. Dràkiel screeched and groaned from the pain, looking down under his chin, glimpsing a red fervid within the blade that is attached to his midsection. Jhàrold swing his mickle hammer after the Knight stabbed him to stilly on the ground with the suffering he hold. The monster still attempted to defend himself from the attack by using his two forearms that some nocuous spikes that is been extended to form a shield to protect himself. Kristin is incapable take the blaze covering his eyes, he was unable to breathe well from the smoke and the heat was all over him because he was onward behind Dràkiel. Aerline was pulling the mage's brother away from the perfervid battle between magic and dark magic. 
"There you breathe, are you alright?" Aerline smiled as she saw him blinking, their gaze with relief holding one another tightly. Aerline was holding his hands, she can feel the sweat on his palm, he was terrified and she can understand him because she has the same feeling as him. "Do you need to be healed, Sir?" Aerline asked with her brows raised and shaking brims while begging lenity with the tone she is frightened to catch a glimpse of another mage suffering from pain and she will strive her best to heal once more.
Dràkiel pushed Jhàrold with his boots into his sylvan feet. The mage strikes him with another magic of his, but the monster moves backward and forth as Kristinov swings his glaive to stab him more. They behold Dràkiel creating their sword by raising low his right hand nigh his thigh. The roots under the growing tree are moving to his forearm like a vine that has a life that strives to bestrew its leaves. At the end of its claw, therefore the roots forming its last build to create a blade within there is a blaze. "Well f*ck" Jhàrold cussed under his breath and the mage sighed with exhaustion and ire. Dràkiel swing his sword after the vined formed a darkling glaive with flames upon the blade. Kristinov moved onward to block the attack with his shield and then drag his shield aside to attack by poking his blade into the ash skin of the monster.
Dràkiel switched his position hence pushing him backward with its thorn boots and blocking Kristinov's attack again and again. Kristinov runs toward but he moves sidewards towards the monster with his shield at his aspect while Jhàrold swings his mickle hammer at Dràkiel behind him with flames that protected him - hopefully, it will strike it with much more pain than the last time. As the face of the mickle mallet hammer strikes the back of the monster - Kristinov moves aside with a stab through Dràkiel's shoulder to shoulder. Kristinov left his crimson rutilant glaive to the monster's shoulder to pierce with suffering after casting a dark spell to curse upon the blade with greatly more pain if the sword keeps up long to the Dràkiel's shoulder. The back of the monster shatters asunder that protected the fury flames.
Jhàrold hits the monster once more through the pommel of the sword of Kristinov to stab even more - the fervid blade came out to the skin of the monster, fulguration, and plash of many drops of blood came out as Jhàrold hit him once more. "You will suffer Fenock" Dràkiel moaned and panted. The atrabilious knight stroll closer to the monster and then grabs his sword, the sound of ash and flesh appearing through the air as the blade came out of his shoulders. "You will meet death" Dràkiel's last words with fleer and anger after Kristinov chops its head mercilessly. The mage yells his cast to vanish the body of the monster, a speck of ashes on the ground after the big virescent haze hits Dràkiel promptly. Aerline and the older brother stand behind them with glee and relief.
"What is that? What did you whisper ere stabbing this f*cker?" Jhàrold asked with a smile while putting back his hammer on the back of his vast protection. "Dark enchantment can boost the pain within the blade" Kristinov replied through his darkling helmet however emotionless with light sigh and pant. Aerline was glad to behold and eavesdrop on Kristinov replying nicely - she curled her rosy lips not slightly. The older brother see her smile and he smiled as well to see Vëctlör good as an untouched cloud above the ether with murky below its sea. "Use that" Jhàrold said with a smile like a mockery and cheerful blithe. They saw five survivors come out of nowhere from darkness but they seem harmless and injured. The brothers ran to them with concern and they lend help to each of the survivors from devastation, the realm that loses their epiphany but they will arise with new life to dwell with the heroes who save them.