waaaaarggggggg
a man's scream was heard clearly, the man was surrounded by corpses. The man had long blackish red hair, his hair seemed to dance in the strong wind. The man was named Tharen Valorwind
Tharen came from the Valorwind clan, a clan known as the clan that upholds the honor of knights the most, but now only Tharen is left from the clan.
because of the fear of the other clans, so they joined forces to attack the Valorwind clan.
"huft .... all of you.. I will..kill"
said Tharen to the enemies surrounding him. not long after, a knight came on a horse, his name was Garric Stormvale. one of the famous swordsmen from the Stormvale clan.
"You should just surrender, your clan is over, your body is no longer strong enough to fight"
"huft... I'd rather die honorably than surrender just like that"
"amazing, the Valorwind clan is indeed amazing. I'm curious about something, why don't you just run away?"
hearing that question, Tharen laughed very loudly.
"hahhahahaha, you ask me such a silly thing? Okay, I'll tell you. There used to be a green-haired swordsman visiting my clan, he said that a wound on a swordsman's back was a disgrace to the swordsman. That's why I won't run away from battle"
hearing that answer Garric laughed loudly.
"hahahha, the biggest silliness I've ever heard, then die!!"
quickly the troops surrounding Tharun immediately attacked. Suddenly a very bright light appeared behind Tharun, from that light a whisper was heard.
"Thou who walkest with pride unbroken — answer thy summoner!"
then the light quickly enveloped Tharen completely.
"what is this light????"
said Tharen before he completely disappeared.
Then, everything went white.
There was no sound. No feeling. Only a warm emptiness—oddly soothing.
When Tharen opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a vast expanse of green grass, with a bright blue sky stretching above him. But strangely, the air around him felt "denser", as if this world contained an unknown energy.
Tall buildings loomed in the distance—palace towers with silver dragon flags fluttering in the wind.
"where am I?, as if this is not in the world I know"
suddenly a woman's voice was heard
"oh hero from another world, welcome to Velmora, my name is Seraphine Duskveil"
"Velmora? what kind of place is this? and how did I get here?
"Velmora is one of the 5 kingdoms, and Velmora is famous as a kingdom of knights. I called you here to help me fight"
"fight? I have nothing to do with this!!!"
"I know, but this ritual called you here, and it proves that you are the right person to help us. and you are not alone, each kingdom summons 6 heroes from another world"
"so what do you mean? we were called here just to fight and die???"
hearing that Tharen immediately got angry and tried to attack Seraphine, but his body was badly injured by the enemy's troops, making it difficult to move his body.
"wait a minute, listen to my explanation"
said Seraphine while walking towards Tharen slowly.
Tharun with his badly injured body, his consciousness was getting thinner. Before listening to Seraphine's full explanation, he lost consciousness.