Brutus stands next to the throne of Order, his dark armor dragging him down. The Order emperor smiles as a skull is thrown before him. He looks at the soldier who threw it down at his feet, “Medusa lays dead, good. Chaos has fallen, just like the others before it. Estimations of casualties?”
The warrior looks down, “In the thousands, Emperor Keeser. The Speartons have suffered greatly, half of them fighting ended up dead.”
Keeser smiles, “Good, very good. Those brutes have never served anything but cannon fodder.” He waves his hand at Brutus, “You, kill this soldier. He has obviously been corrupted by Chaos.”
Brutus looks at the Spearton who draws back in fear. The Spearton looks at Brutus, “Please!”
Brutus walks forward, pointing up his spear. He prepares to smite the Spearton, but his arm falters at the last minute.
Keeser looks at Brutus, “What are you doing? Kill him already, your Emperor commands it.”
Brutus struggles against his arm as it threatens to end the Spearton’s life. Tears fall from the eyes of the previously proud warrior, seeing the fear and despair in the soldier’s own eyes.
Dark power rushes through him, trying with all it’s might to have him stab forward. Brutus keeps his arm back, and growls at the other man, “Run.”
The soldier listens, turning his back and rushing out of the throne room.
Keeser looks down at Brutus, “I don’t like this joke. The King who gifted you to me talked about your obedience, I can see he was mistaken.”
Brutus turns to Keeser, his rage pushing through the dark power trying to tie him down, “I will never bow to you, Keeser! Inamorta is not yours to control! And I am not your damned pawn!”
Keeser stands from his throne, and laughs, “Than you shall drown in the darkness.”
The entire room goes dark, and Brutus can barely block a sword coming out of it.
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A statue is taken out of the miner bags, growing and growing in size until it stands tall over the army. The statue has changed, now it is a sword buried into a shield, with a big hat on it’s hilt, and a bow leaning against it.
Soldiers line the wall, especially Order’s Archidon. They draw back their bows, notching their arrows, and look upon the army.
Pegasi fly into the air, the Inamortan sun glistening off their golden armor and sharp wing blades, giving an imposing view. The unicorns and Magikill mingle together, almost unable to be told apart. Earth ponies stand elsewhere, bolstering the ranks of Unity.
Unity stand two hundred and six strong, their leaders leading the way. Celestia and Luna fly with Rainbow, donning their Nightmare Armor and Sunburst Armor. Luna has her glaive and bow drawn, whist Celestia has her sword, Sun Singer.
Twilight and Applejack march next to Atreyos, with Rarity next to Robin.
Atreyos holds up his fist, calling the army to a stop. He steps forward alone, and looks up to the soldiers on the wall.
Atreyos spreads his arms wide, “Brothers of Inamorta, I ask for you to stand not with the enemy, but with me. Inamorta has been grasped by the hands of War, Chaos, and Order for far too long. We come for a final battle, but not against our brothers! Keeser was right in one sense, Inamorta should have peace, but it should not have the oppression of him! He continues an everlasting age of death and strife like those of the Geneva Era, splitting the people of Inamorta apart! Swordwrath, Archidon, Spearton, Magikill, Chaos, Order, such distinctions should not exist, for we are all brothers of the same blood! Join me, brothers, and we shall become Unity!”
The Archidon stare down at him, eyes hard. But then they look at his eyes, instead of his weapon.
The gate opens, and one of the Archidon shout, “For Inamorta!”
Every warrior roars in unison, “For Unity!”
Pegasi sweep down, and pick up Archidon into their hooves. The army marches fourth, into the town, with several hundred new warriors filtering into it. They begin to march through the streets, their eight leaders still in front.
Citizens look outside their homes as the army marches past them. Some, old and young, rush inside and come out with makeshift weapons. A pitchfork and wagon wheel, a club, a hunting bow, and a lot of torches.
More and more stream out of their houses, and raise up arms alongside the army. There is no disorganized shouting or rioting, no destruction of property, but a Harmony within the sounds of marching feet and flapping wings. The truest extent of a militarized society is shown within such, even the youngest and angriest are still prepared.
But then the army stops as they hear stomping from ahead. Archidon draw back their bow, and Spearton form a shield wall.
Pegasi drop more Archidon on the various rooftops, and hover next to them.
Giants crash fourth from the castle, slamming down their clubs and ripping the chains off their collars. They look at the army with rage, until a particularly big one steps fourth.
Atreyos looks at the giant, and reaches his hand up.
The army lowers their weapons, and Atreyos continues on.
He plants his spear in the ground, and throws his shield right next to it. He reaches further up, and takes off his helmet.
His hair blows in the wind for the first time in a year, it’s white quality making Atreyos seem older and wiser than he is.
Atreyos places his helmet onto the spear, and moves towards the Giants.
He looks up at the biggest one, and shakes his head, “Look what he’s done to you, Griffon. First he forces me to kill the Omega, and then he ties you up? You are a noble Giant, the King of the Giants! He is not worthy of your strength, nobody is but you! Join me, Griffon the Great, to take down Keeser! And I can promise you an equal spot in Unity!”
Atreyos holds his hand forward, causing the giant to look down at him.
He let’s go of the corpse he is carrying, and reaches towards Atreyos.
He extends a single finger, allowing Atreyos to shake it.
Griffon leans up, turns around, and kicks down the gates of the castle.
Griffon smiles slightly, “Go, Unity-Bringer, and destroy Order-Slayer. Help the Giants, and we shall help you.”
Atreyos turns around, and slips back on his helmet. He picks up his spear as well, and looks towards Robin, “Come on, we have a bastard to slay.” He looks at the others, “You all stay out here and prepare, just in case. This is our revenge to get.”