izold

Isold was once a brave soldier of the bearers of light.He quickly climbed the service ladder thanks to his fierce combat style and courage on the battlefield.He fought with all types of enemies in different battles: from mass clashes at dawn in the fields to night ambushes on lonely mountain passes.There were too many of his victories and most of them were marked by the kingdom in the form of medals and award tapes.Serving the crown was noted on his body with many scars.Each honorary sign had a wound nearby and everyone had its own story.Isold was cruel and experienced injuries that most people would kill in a short time, but even he had their own limits.In the battle in which the bearers of the light were in the minority, Izold fell, as he thought, for the last time.When he was taken away from the battlefield, the healers were puzzled by how he was still breathing, leaving so much blood on the ground. Isold was a valuable soldier and set aside large amounts of money from his salary and bonuses.He received the best treatment from the most experienced surgeons in the world, as well as the divine light of the healing of the clergy.However, they could not completely cure him.He is never destined to fight on the battlefield.He will no longer proudly go with his brothers in arms through the liberated city.He no longer warmed up in greetings and flowers falling from the balconies, which gently touched his sparkling armor.Nights at the bonfires, El, the joyful songs of the fighters after the victory, also became only a memory. He took the bottle and gradually became a drunkard.He hated the appearance of the one in whom he turned.Changed.Broken.He stopped attending his ordinary places and became a regular in gloomy hotels and pubs.Some people recognized him and asked what happened to the famous hero Isold. When this happened for the last time, calling the last will, he collected the little that remained and left the city.He knew that he was walking towards his death, but if he had to leave, then this would not happen in a drunken frenzy somewhere behind the pub.He will die traveling around the world.He went on a long journey to the wasteland of Bantus, who surround the royal Mans, a dark place where gloomy creatures live. Traveling around the kingdom of the gravened, he felt a look on himself.He will have another good and noble battle and then he will finally have a rest.This would return a spark of dignity in his death.To the surprise, a curved creature that offered him a deal peacefully approached him.He could regain his former strength and glory, but he would have served another master.Isold thought about the past years of his life.A gloomy look, mockery, pain and his mind were drunk.The creature led him to his master.Isold was confusing the strange place in which this person worked.Many strange devices were surrounded by a heavy operating table, and on the walls, flasks with serums glowed.However, the proposals were too tempting. When Isold woke up in a strange body.He was confused and attacked with fear of his master.His body was much stronger than the former.He examined his body.The seams and rivets connected the limbs that he had never seen.Past scars and vulnerable places were melted using armor or completely replaced by hard steel.His Savior Seelas told him that the chemical mixture stored in his bubbles will increase its speed and rage in battle.For the first time in many years, Izold felt joy.For the first time in many years, he felt gratitude. "Stronger, better"