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Chapter 229 – The Fall of High Marshal Ravnos
Chapter 229 – The Fall of High Marshal Ravnos
The Monster in Armor
The name burned on the parchment like a brand.
High Marshal Ravnos.
A vampire lord feared across battlefields.
A general who had crushed kingdoms and burned empires to the ground.
His armor was said to be unbreakable.
His sword was drenched in the blood of thousands.
And tonight—
He would die.
Sena exhaled slowly, her dagger gleaming in the candlelight.
Lilith tied her hair back, her daggers freshly polished.
"This one won’t go down easy," Lilith murmured.
Sena’s expression was cold, unreadable.
"Good. I want him to fight."
With that, they vanished into the night—heading straight into the jaws of war.
The Fortress of the High Marshal
The Black Iron Keep loomed like a beast in the moonlight.
It was a fortress of war, built from obsidian stone and enchanted steel.
Siege engines lined the walls.
War banners flapped in the wind.
And below—
Hundreds of vampire knights patrolled the courtyard, their armor gleaming red under the torchlight.
Lilith scanned the defenses.
"This is suicide."
Sena smirked.
"Not if we do it right."
They moved like shadows, slipping past sentries, evading the glare of watchtowers.
But as they approached the inner gates—
A voice boomed through the night.
"I KNEW YOU'D COME."
The alarm bells rang.
And the battle began.
The Battle of the Black Iron Keep
A hundred vampire knights surged forward—
Blades drawn. Eyes burning. Fangs bared.
Sena and Lilith exploded into motion.
Lilith twisted mid-air, her daggers slicing through the throat of the first knight—
Blood sprayed in the moonlight.
Sena spun low, severing a leg, then driving her dagger into another knight’s heart.
But more came.
Too many.
A war horn blared—
And from the fortress gates, the real nightmare emerged.
The Black Guard.
Elite vampire knights in obsidian armor, wielding weapons forged in hellfire.
Their leader stepped forward—
A massive figure in jet-black plate, his helmet shaped like a monstrous skull.
His voice was like thunder in a storm.
"KILL THEM."
The Black Guard charged.
And the night became a massacre.
The Dance of Death
Steel clashed against steel.
Flashes of red. Screams of pain. The scent of blood.
Lilith dodged a greatsword swing, rolling beneath a knight’s guard—
Her daggers found his throat.
Another knight thrust a spear at Sena’s heart—
She sidestepped, severed his wrist, then drove her blade into his eye socket.
But the Black Guard would not die easily.
One of them caught Lilith mid-strike, slamming her into a pillar.
CRACK.
She gasped in pain.
Sena whirled, trying to get to her—
But a gauntleted fist slammed into her ribs, sending her skidding across the courtyard.
The Black Guard commander loomed over them.
His blade dripped with cursed flames.
"Weaklings," he sneered.
And then—
High Marshal Ravnos arrived.
The War God Descends
The ground shook beneath heavy boots.
A massive figure strode through the battlefield—
Draped in crimson war armor, a blackened greatsword resting on his shoulder.
His golden eyes gleamed with battle-hunger.
High Marshal Ravnos.
The Butcher of a Thousand Battlefields.
"You are nothing but insects."
He raised his blade—
And the real fight began.
A God of War
Ravnos moved like a hurricane, his greatsword cleaving through stone like paper.
Sena barely dodged, the blade missing her by inches.
Lilith lunged from behind, her dagger aiming for his throat—
But Ravnos snatched her out of the air.
He slammed her into the ground, shattering stone beneath her.
Sena rushed forward, daggers flashing—
But Ravnos blocked both blades with his gauntlet, then kicked her straight into a wall.
The pain exploded through her ribs.
She coughed blood.
Ravnos laughed.
"Pathetic."
He raised his sword to finish them—
But Sena and Lilith weren’t done yet.
The Kill
Sena forced herself up, blood trickling down her forehead.
Her fingers tightened on her dagger.
Lilith staggered to her feet, her smile razor-sharp despite the pain.
"Ready?" Sena murmured.
Lilith spat blood and grinned.
"Always."
Ravnos charged.
They moved as one.
Sena feinted left—
Lilith vanished into the shadows.
Ravnos swung his greatsword—a blow meant to split them in half—
But Sena twisted, slipping inside his guard.
Her dagger sank into his armpit—
Right through the gap in his armor.
Ravnos snarled in pain, his sword swinging wildly.
And in that moment—
Lilith struck.
Her blade plunged into his spine, severing the nerves.
Ravnos stiffened.
His golden eyes widened.
He collapsed to his knees.
His sword fell from his hands.
Blood poured onto the stone.
Sena stepped in front of him.
Raised her dagger.
And whispered—
"Goodnight, High Marshal."
She slit his throat.
The Aftermath
The fortress burned.
The Black Guard lay dead.
The war drums had fallen silent.
Sena wiped the blood from her blade.
Lilith leaned against a pillar, bruised but grinning.
Another name was crossed off the list.
And the hunt continued.