War waged upon the battlefield of Fodlan. A new dawn arose where the blood of Eagle and Lion spread across like the wildfire that covered the entire field of what used to be a mock battle. Students of different houses, staining blood when once sparring between friends. Fire erupted and roared loudly alongside the cries of men, rallying up their units. Between Heaven and Earth was a game between Life and Death itself. Footsteps of clanking armor of heavy steel, blades clashing of sparks and screeching metal scraping against each other. Pained groans of soldiers with deep wounds gushing thick blood that finally lead to their final breath.
Ike huffed over the idea of war many years ago, though became a hypocrite of his own past. `` ๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ถ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด! `` The younger male would mock some of the imperials, waving a training sword and speaking in a sarcastic tone. Some found it offensive, though the young man never cared. Against the cool gentle feeling of soil would now be drenched in blood. Whatever ``It`` wanted, it craved such things.. More and more as men fell onto their knees, it was the sadistโs game.
The Brother Blade; Ragnell glowed eerily in a mist of cyan and magenta, surrounding the now older mercenary in the same dark aura. Most assumed it was war that depicted Ike a more terrifying image, though it was the fact that he ever so succumbed to the darkness itself. Where Lehranโs Medallion was before, was carved into his own soul. For now, it rested there- as Ike was to become its host. Its wielder.
