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The Dark Warlord drank in the sounds of the awakening beasts, and answered them with a roar of his own. The flesh of his human body began to split and sloughed off, revealing the true form of the Dark Warlord.

As the strange night passed, the inhabitants of the Daimyos' castles changed their watch as the first rays of daylight touched the horizon. The waiting forces of the Dark Warlord were waiting for this opportunity. With lightning force, they crashed through the gates, leaving a flurry of dead bodies in their wake. As they poured into the courtyard, they broke into two columns, one smashing into the secondary citadel, slaughtering the night watch as they were coming off their shift, and the day watch as they were gearing up. More troops rushed up the stairs, killing soldiers left and right as they lay sleeping in their beds, and overwhelming those that tried to put up resistance.

The second column chased down the defenders that ran for the main citadel's armory. A running battle was fought through the armory, as the defenders frantically grabbed what weapons and armor they could get a hold of. Others fled into the storage room, and were hunted down like rats and killed, their blood soaking the walls. The remaining defenders ran up into the next level, as others gave their lives to allow their comrades to don their armor.

A running battle was held through the next level, and word was passed down that they would gather to attempt a counter attack in the throne room. The defenders valiantly held against the shadow soldiers, but there were too many. They were overwhelmed as wave upon wave of troops were smashed against them, and finally they broke and the stragglers fled up the stairs to gain their Daimyo time to escape.

As the defenders collapsed before the onslaught, they came upon the body of the Daimyo's wife who had killed herself. She had seen what was to follow and had committed suicide by cutting her own throat rather than face the fate that awaited them. The Daimyo had been taken to the very top of the castle, where he assumed he would die.

As the shadow soldiers mounted the steps to the shrine level, they mysteriously stopped, and retreated. The Daimyo and his retainers were puzzled by this action, but continued to stay vigilant in case they attacked anew. Through the windows, they say a main part of the army depart and head back to the mountain castle. Unbeknownst to them, the Dark Warlord had given the recall command, assuming his forces had annihilated the Daimyos by now. The Dark Warlord would later pay for his mistake. As dawn fell across the castle, a scene of carnage was unveiled before the survivors. Body parts were strewn all over the courtyard, and the screams and gurgles of the occasional survivor could be heard as they were found and killed. The smell of blood was everywhere and the Daimyo realized this was a chance in a million he had been given. This was a chance to counterattack. This was a chance given to him by the gods. This was a chance for revenge. An order was given to his seven remaining retainers: bring me the head of Kira Tsunayoshi. The gods have granted us one last chance and we must not fail.