Part 3: The escape.

Rouge and Manuhell watched the light show in the skies, when the night was coldest and darkest, the remaining angels bombarded the castle of the Mar-Mortem domain.

-If those are the angels, I don't want to imagine the demons- Rouge said to Manuhell, -Let's get out of here.

Manuhell looked sadly at Rouge. –I can't go. These heavy chains that I have are made of Bravía steel and have been impregnated with the energy of great priors. They prevent me from breaking them only with my power and thus I will not be able to accompany you. Flee you, this cursed place of war and death is not for you.

Rouge frowned and took the chains that weighed down Manuhell in her hands.

The other prisoner laughed. "Look how innocent your new little friend is, Manuhell." The poor woman tries to break the sacred chains of punishment with her delicate little hands.

Rouge glanced at the prisoner and with a gesture of indifference tore apart the rebel leader's chains.

-Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! - The prisoners did not stop repeating themselves.

"Let's go now, Manu," the girl said softly.

Goethe, watched as the girl was hurrying with her main spoils of war. The potentate caught up with the young woman and tightly squeezed her arm. She fixed her eyes on his arm and the armor that protected her body on that limb melted but her skin did not burn. The lieutenant colonel saw the glow emanating from Rouge's eyes like burning embers. His armor, blessed by the Grand Prior himself, had sublimated and disappeared before his eyes. All his faith, the one that made him believe he was a saint, slipped like water through his fingers. Stunned, he had no choice but to watch his convicts escape.

As they ran through the forest south of the Mar-Mortem territory, Manuhell observed his former disciple Lucio Bolt, known as the “swift sword,” and a few hundred legionaries fleeing the bombardments. Prince Jean Pierre Mar-Mortem was also among the displaced. His mother, Regent Mar, had died defending the castle.

The rebel leader in this way, became once again the sole leader of the rebellion, but in his mind the image of the girl without memories kept repeating who broke his chains and stopped the young prodigy of the Sacred Kingdom. "If she has that power, I don't want to imagine what she would be able to do if I taught her a few tricks." The commander thought.