Power

The power of the dark

No Pov)


So far the attack on Knightingale tower was not going in our favor until a black mist rolled in that only reached the dead's ankle's and in the middle of the dead's army a pillar of black flame emerged engulfing a large number of the dead. Then it ceased suddenly without a sound and where the fire erupted a solider stood their with pale grey armor and a helmet with horns that look suspiciously like demon horns and a sword of pure black  the strangest thing was an aura of darkness around it. Pure white  eyes with no pupils staring at everything around it and then something between a scream of pain and fear was heard as a banshee screamed and soon after was decapitated. The figure then said in a low demonic voice said "You will not be spared." and charged at what was left of the black horde and started killing, slaughtering destroying whatever stood in his way not even hesitating when a wraith charged at it and grabbed the wraith by its  face and forced its skull into the earth with enough force to shatter the wall entirely and left the body their twitching the power that reanimated it suddenly ceasing to work. And then started running actually rather then its leisurely stroll previously used and it was as if its limbs stretched to go farther as it rushed the death knight and threw a spear of darkness with both ends with a cruel tip towards his heart that multiplied into twenty and turned the feared knight into a pincushion then not satisfied it pushed on not relenting in the slightest and sliced him in half. After the slice the twenty spears suddenly launched without warning and impaled forty more clearing the horde and suddenly the mist receded into the being and the armor turned to liquid and left laying on the ground a unconscious Zero.

(A/N my best chapter yet)