Two blades clash in an empty throne room
The sound of battle raging on outside slowly grows more and more silent
Two figures stand opposed. Both were heavily injured from their duel. A human knight in bloodied and broken armor breathing raggedly. A Dark Lord wearing torn robes bathed in dark liquid.

"Heh. Seems the battle outside is coming to a close buddy…" spoke the knight
"Indeed it is… But after my defeat I shall simply return and slay them all." In a distorted, distant and cold voice replied the Dark lord
"Well that's if they get to finish you off." The knight grabs something that was attached to his belt. The Dark lord stared at the object for a moment "A grand sealing spell? Something like that will not contain me forever."
"It doesn't have to. I have foreseen your fate. You will be slain by my blade in the hands of my descendant!" The knight exclaims. The Dark Lord merely scoffs "Fate, Thomas? I Am not bound to fate. To claim you have foreseen mine is ludicrous. I won't allow it." The dark lord grabs ahold of his tome ready to counter the seal
The knight dryly chuckles into his hand lightly coughing up blood "You made one small Mistake friend. This isn't just a grand sealing spell. This spell was made specifically for you." The knight activates the Spell-cube and throws it at the dark lord who attempts to stop it with his dark magic but it does nothing to deter the cubes arc towards him
The Dark lord is struck in the chest and the spell that would seal him starts forming around him. The Dark lord releases a sight as he looks on towards the knight "So be it. I shall greet your descendants to their dooms…" the spell finishes forming and consumes the dark lord sealing him away.

The knight falls to his knees hissing as he holds a big gash across his side "I hope they finally put you to rest, old friend…" he whispers to himself as several figures break through the doors of the throne room
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