Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

Captain Theron stood before the magical barrier control center.

The crystalline array hummed with energy. Blue light pulsed through the network of crystals that maintained the camp's defensive wards.

His hands trembled as he reached for the primary control crystal.

This was treason. Once he damaged the barrier, there would be no going back. No hiding his true feelings about what his people had become.

But his sister was dead. Killed by another elf.

Theron placed his hands on the central crystal and ripped it apart.

The crystal array sparked as the energy was disrupted.

"There," he whispered.

The first explosion lit up the night sky across from him.

Right on schedule.

He left the barrier control center and moved quickly through the camp. Elves ran in every direction. Officers shouted orders. The organized military location was descending into controlled chaos.

The prison complex stood at the camp's center. Heavily guarded even under normal circumstances. Tonight, with the camp under attack, it would be a fortress.

But Theron knew its weaknesses.

He approached the main entrance confidently. "Emergency redeployment," he announced to the guards. "Captain Morvain needs all available personnel at the depot."

"Sir, our orders are to maintain prison security."

"Your orders have changed." Theron's voice carried the weight of rank and urgency. "The camp is under assault. Every soldier is needed."

The guards hesitated.

A second explosion erupted mid conversation.

"Go," Theron ordered. "I'll coordinate the remaining security."

Most of the guards departed immediately. Only the most dedicated remained at their posts.

--

"The guards ahead will kill you on sight."

"Then help me avoid them."

Theron studied her face. Determination and purpose. The kind of resolve that came from personal stakes.

"The explosion. That's your friend?"

"One of them."

"How many are you?"

"Enough."

The third explosion shook the prison building. The barracks were under assault. Dozens of his fellow soldiers were dying.

He felt nothing but satisfaction.

"This way," he said suddenly. "There's another route to the central block."

--

His people had become slavers. Torturers. Everything they once fought against.

Minutes later, she emerged with five prisoners. All mobile despite obvious injuries. But Theron was gone.

The rescue was succeeding.

But success required sacrifice.

As they reached the service entrance, heavy footsteps echoed through the prison corridors. Morvain had discovered the breakout.

"Search every cell! I want a full prisoner count immediately!"

The infiltrator led the prisoners outside into the night air. They moved toward the treeline as arrows began falling around them.

"There! Prisoners escaping from the eastern exit!"

"You need to go," Theron told Huangyan urgently as he apperead out of nowhere. "Morvain knows about my help. I can't return to the camp."

"Then come with us."

"Someone needs to delay the pursuit. Give you time to reach safety."

"You'll die."

"Maybe. But you'll live. And so will they." He looked toward the escaping prisoners. "That's what matters."

Theron drew his weapons as armored figures emerged from the prison complex. Twin daggers forged from elven steel.

"Go! Now!"

Huangyan's party ran toward the treeline as Theron turned to face pursuing elves.

Twenty to one. Poor odds for most fighters.

But Theron was no ordinary warrior.

He activated his Wind's Grace Sword Dao and felt the familiar surge of power flow through his body. The air around him began to curl around his body.

The first group of pursuers reached him as he rose three feet off the ground.

"Stop!" Captain Morvain's voice carried over the sounds of combat. "You're surrounded!"

"Not surrounded," Theron replied, dancing backward through the air. "Elevated."

His daggers flashed in the moonlight as he struck at the elves below. Wind magic enhanced his speed and changed his trajectory unpredictably.

The first elf died with a blade through his throat. The second lost his head to a strike that came from behind.

"Bring him down!" Morvain shouted. "Archers!"

Arrows whistled through the air where Theron had been. But he was already elsewhere. The Wind's Grace Dao allowed him to dance through three dimensions while his enemies were trapped on the ground.

He spun through a spiraling dive that brought his daggers across three more opponents. Blood sprayed across the courtyard.

"Impossible," someone whispered.

"Why is he fighting us?"

Theron landed briefly on a rooftop before launching himself at another group of pursuers. His blades moved like wind itself.

"You want to know why?" he called out between strikes. "Look around you. Look at what we've become."

Another elf fell with a dagger through his heart.

"We take slaves now. Torture civilians. Execute prisoners for entertainment."

Two more died as he danced through their defensive formation.

"This isn't what I swore to defend."

Morvain himself entered the fight with a squad of elite guards. They moved in coordinated formation.

But they'd never faced someone with Theron's level of mastery.

He flowed through their attacks like smoke through a net. His daggers found gaps in their armor.

"Stand down, Theron!" Morvain commanded. "It's not too late to surrender!"

"It's been too late for years," Theron replied.

He executed a spinning aerial maneuver that brought him directly above Morvain's position. Both daggers plunged downward in a killing strike.

Morvain rolled aside at the last moment. The blades bit deep into the ground where he'd been standing.

"You're good," Morvain admitted. "But not good enough."

The captain's sword blazed with magical energy as he launched a counterattack. Theron twisted away, but the enchanted blade left a burning cut across his ribs.

More elves arrived as word of the combat spread. Theron found himself facing thirty more opponents.

The odds were becoming impossible.

But in the distance, he could see the prisoners had reached the treeline. Huangyan was leading them to safety.

His sacrifice was accomplishing its purpose.

"Enough games," Morvain snarled. "Spell casters! Bring him down!"

Binding spells lanced through the air toward Theron's position. He danced away from most of them, but one caught his left ankle.

He crashed to the ground hard. The impact made all the air from his lund disappear.

The elves closed in immediately.

Theron fought from his knees, his daggers moving in desperate arcs to keep his enemies at bay. He managed to kill two more before sheer numbers overwhelmed him.

A sword pommel struck his temple. He dropped his weapons.

"Alive," Morvain commanded as Theron collapsed. "I want him alive for questioning."

Rough hands seized his arms and dragged him upright. His wind magic was exhausted.

But the prisoners were safe. Huangyan had succeeded.

His sister would have been proud.

"Why?" Morvain demanded, standing directly in front of him. "Why betray your own people?"

Theron smiled through bloodied lips. "Because they stopped being my people the day we started taking slaves."

The backhand snapped his head to the side.

"Lock him in the isolation cells," Morvain ordered. "Tomorrow he tells us everything about this rescue operation."

"Will he talk?"

"Everyone talks eventually."

As they dragged him back toward the prison, Theron had a snile in his bloody face.

Let them try to make me talk. It won't matter in the least bit.

Some things were worth dying for.

And tonight, five people were free because one elf remembered what honor actually meant.