Matthias stayed by the rocks and hid as much as he could. Then he noticed that there were no men guarding the perimeter.
He moved into the open to see if that would draw them out. Still, he saw nothing. He looked at the valley, which was covered with fires and blackness. The ground was torn up. There were stations made with wood. The area was like a small city. He knew there had to be thousands of them. Matthias heard a lot of noise coming from a large area in the side of the hills. As he came around the rest of the rocks, there they stood—demonic men as far as he could see. They were together all around the entrance and inside of the large cavern. As Matthias got closer, men came from behind him.
He was surrounded by the bulk of Bordeaux’s army. Matthias drew his sword, but none attacked. Matthias slowly walked forward, realizing they were not threatening him. The men stayed far from him, guiding him into the cavern. Then a man came from the front of the cavern and said, “Our master waits for you.”
Matthias walked forward and entered the cavern, which was large and well built. There were fires everywhere, creating ash and smoke. He entered a large room cut out of stone. He looked around and saw all of the men piling in as much as they could. Then he heard a thundering voice from the top of the room: “Matthias Dante, here to die.”
The walls of the great cavern hall shook as the army filled its grounds. Most were funneled through the hall to the outside of the cavern. There was no way they could all fit to watch this battle. The small fires continued to burn all around. Ash and embers clouded the room. The high rock walls, finished with rafters and terraces, filled with men.
Matthias stood alone in the center of their hate, alone among thousands of dark men looking for his demise. The weight of the tension would have brought a normal man to his knees. Matthias stood tall.
Then Bordeaux spoke again. “Here to die or here to join us?”
Bordeaux was slowly coming down the rafters. With each step he took, the wood creaked; he was a menacing figure. Matthias stood quietly.
Bordeaux spoke again. “Fear have your tongue, Matthias Dante?”
Matthias said, “How do you know my name?”
Bordeaux laughed lightly. “There is nothing the darkness has not told us. There is nothing I cannot find about my enemy. I am Bordeaux. I’m the one to kill you.”
Matthias could feel Bordeaux’s energy. He was a powerful being. Matthias continued to watch Bordeaux’s every step. The men around him were fierce and couldn’t be still. They were pushing on each other and fighting to catch a view.
Bordeaux then said, “My friend Satorian will be pleased to know you are dead. He has been speaking of you for some time now. I bet you still have no idea how deep this really goes, do you? Simply, we are men of a dark being. A being of light has sent you. You’re in a battle you could never comprehend.”
Matthias spoke strongly. “I have comprehended enough to know that you’re all cowards and that you have given up your souls to the side that will fall, whether by my hand or the one who sent me. You really believe the world would be yours after cleansing it of good? There would be only one ruler, and he would never share power. I know enough, Bordeaux. I know my purpose.”
Bordeaux replied, “What is that?”
“To kill you all.”