"Soon, Mother and Father, I can soon be with you again."

Ice rains down, the ground gets torn open by the sudden acceleration. Blades beside her, Zylo speeds
towards her enemy, loathed with all her soul. The first soldiers don't notice their decapitation until
their heads drop on the ground and they see their headless body collapse. Fountains of blood spout above a
line of falling corpses, the living have not realised what happened yet. The line stops, Zylo is flying
through the air, her blades now turned, after having twisted the heart of a commander. Swirling like a
tornado she lands, turning the troops among her into a bloodrain. The last thing an astonished soldier sees
is a blue flash, before he gets nailed by hundreds of ice splinters. The icy tornado keeps spinning,
blooded limbs are scattered across the field, blood covering everything.

"Not the one, not the one, not the one..."

Some soldiers turn against the sudden intruder, she stops spinning. Dark fumes flow from her blades, and
form lines in the air when she strikes. The wounds darken, then the body of the offender explodes, his
compagnions get the same treatment. Zylo now slashes around her, blinded by anger. She doesn't notice a
soldier swinging his blade towards her neck. A water column rises below the soldier, after her left blade
started shining blue. The soldier is blown skyward, but the sword sweeps on. Zylo, no longer blinded by
anger, but guided by pure vengeance, ducks at the last moment while striking her right blade through the
neck of the soldier who had just fallen down again. A shockwave went through the surrounding crowd, then
ice spikes shot through their bodies, with inhuman precision it pierced their heads, which burst apart. She
accelerated again, her blades now in front of her, the split body parts flying past her. Then the army in
front of her arose. Carried on large wings, they tried to escape the oncoming threat. Zylo stabbed her
blades into the chest of a rising soldier, and swung herself into the air. She flew up, gaining speed by
hitting down another creature. She jumped from angel to angel while slughtering them. A rain of blood and
flesh crashed down below her, those who stood there ran away terrified. Higher and higher the battle raged,
then Zylo shot up above all others, there was none alive to fly. She spinned again, launching ice spikes
everythere. Troops were pinned to the ground by meter-long ice lances. Zylo turned upside down while
falling down, and drilled a lucky soldier deep into the ground, leaving a bloodstained crater. Then she
heared a familiar voice shouting a command, the voice carved into her mind, the one who gave the order at
the time:

"Kill them, but make it last all night!"

Zylo, a kid at the time, had hidden herself at that moment, and had witnessed the whole scene. She buried
her parents with her own bare hands, then swore the Oath, which cursed her. She could not rest nor die,
until the ones whom she loved are avenged. So she started training, on the Black Mountain, in the house
where her parents were murdered.

That voice. All the energy she posessed turned into the most honest anger. a dark line shot between her and
her hated one, everything around them was ripped apart and blown away. A large inaccessable circle of pure
darkness appeared around them, shielding the area from influences of outside. The one has been found.
"The sinner shall receive his punishment, Tormenting Immortality"
The sound echoes in the wind, then slowly dies.

The time has come.