Suddenly a huge flash of light enveloped them and then, just like that, the fighting stopped. The winged men didn't continue and instead rose to the sky while thanking them for releasing them from the grip of Elora's staff.
Even so it wasn't all happiness and sunshine, although the bright sunlight seemed to think otherwise, not only had one of the angles died but they still had to figure what to do with the whole guild master ordeal. It seemed that Ace had been devastated by the fate of their mistress and who could blame him, nobody deserved to die like that... except for Elora as it would be a delightful case of irony.
"I agree, she deserved better for everything she has done in life," he said while walking over the vampire, "if anything we could bring her back home and give her a proper farewell and funeral. Grind the clay to ash and let the wind take it. Regardless, we're not leaving her here."

So they could use magic? This just got a lot more serious, not to mention interesting. Once their barrages had managed to cancelled each other out he went in for it. Knowing now that he was against a light mage he was less inclined to use shadow magic in a direct confrontation. Coming at them from another angle however, that was a different story. That being said, he was starting to be worn down and he needed to feed soon as the small amount he had consumed before was starting to lose its effect. So he went for something else.
He quickly position himself above his enemy and then came down with his knife brandished. Unlike when he attacked his mistress he had gravity to further accelerate his descend and he came speeding towards the wingman.
"Shadow Dragon's Slash!" he yelled as his left hand was engulfed in darkness as he was about to impact. His plan was to first his the wingman before digging in with his knife and trying to drag him down to earth as well.

He missed and now he could feel his will weaken again as the motion sickness returned full force.
But he had been close and as a consolation his captor missed by a mile, as if he hadn't even aimed for him. He couldn't hold back this time though and as the sickness reached critical mass he started to vomit a liquid that was black as night. To make it worse he lost focus and his shadow daggers disintegrated. He was however some invigorated by seeing two of his mates break free and he felt a morbid sense of satisfaction as he burned the angle to dust. This in turn gave him enough focus to quickly suppress the sickness and launch an elbow inwards to try and hit the winged man's stomach.

Korsy couldn't help but smile as his blade dug into Elora and her blood started to flow and stain her, the blade and the ground. He didn't strike anything critical, but based on her reaction he did make it hurt. He was quick to retract the blade and ready for another strike when Elora's servant grabbed him and took off, bringing him up and into a rouch flight. It didn't take long for him to overcome with motion sickness either. He felt his arms and legs grow weak like jelly and despite his attempt to keep his grib on his precious weapon he let go and saw it drop to the ground. He was powerless, in this state, he tried to fight back, but his basic attacks lacked strengths behind them.

It was a well known fact that Kornelius rarely harbored any kinds of close emotional ties to others within Knightfall, preferring to keep it to acquaintances at best. That didn't mean he didn't respect them however, he most certainly did and seeing what she was doing to these... well, constructs and their late mistress was setting his anger a blaze, shattering everything he had seen before and somehow making able to ignore the massive amount of sunlight that they were being bathed in now.
"Those who have died deserve to rest in peace," he declared and pointed his survival knife at Elora, "and regardless of who they are or were and whether you're acting on her instructions or not, she too deserves that. You'll pay for leaving her in such state of suffering!"
His biggest issue was that he was in a very bad position right now and cover was hard to come by here, so he had to rely on the others and his own speed to avoid damage.
"Shadow Drive!" he yelled as his body started to grow dark and he became cloaked in his element, "let's snuff her out!!"

The sudden increase in light wasn't something Kornelius enjoyed and he quickly covered his eyes while adjusting his hood to provide more cover against the sun. Apart from that the room was truly stunning to look at in contrast to where they had just been. Of course he was one of the least exhausted and it didn't go unnoticed given Ace's question... seemed he had some explaining to do now.
"Well yes, i have been observing you as you fought the viper," he confessed without a single trace of guilt, it was simple fact after all, "my plan was to observe the viper and return home with what i had learned. That plan was altered though when one of you decided to take revenge early and i won't blame you for it. I too feel a bit sad to see her pass.. and i fully admit i forgot to tell you about this little plan i had made. Nevertheless, i would have suspected you could take it on and i could remain concealed and continue with it all. Instead i ended up dropping my cover to try and assist, only to choose the worst possible moment. All in all, could have gone better."
He stopped and looked around the room, "not much cover for me to hide in, guess i'll join in a frontal assault then. Don't worry, i'll be sure to pull my weight."

Full name: Kornelius Syndergaard

Nickname: Korsy

Age: Assumed to be in his 20’s

Race: Human

Occupation: Mage

Guild: Knightfall

Guild Mark Location: Center of the neck

Magic Type: Dragon Slayer Magic

Element: Shadow

Appearance: Kornelius is on the taller side of people and stands at roughly 1.85m. His frame is a slim one, trained to be both strong and agile without either affecting the other. His face seems to be in a small constant frown and given how he prefers to cover his face up it is about all there is to say about that. Most of his clothing serves to keep him protected from sunlight or keeping his identity hidden to outsiders.

Bio: Ever since he was born the outdoors played a role in Kornelius’s life. His family was one that never really settled down and instead took jobs as a mobile scouting post for hire by the local villages and cities and while they settled down when he was born it too was temporal as they went back on the move when he was but four years old.

They kept it easy and took their time to try and teach their son how to survive in the wild as well as how they made their way in life. However, even when you try to minimize dangers, they can still show their ugly face and the got sent on a rigged job. Before they knew it they were assaulted by demons and Kornelius was forced to hide, which he managed to do exceptionally well for his age. When the whole thing died down he found their camp ransacked and his parents corpses gone. Desperate and not sure of what to do he searched the camp as well and managed to unearth his mother’s survival knife. With that in and his little backpack in hand he started to wander aimlessly to find food or, more preferably, somewhere with other people. During this time he truly learned the meaning of fear and hunger, but also how to hide effectively from potential threats. Although he was only barely surviving on the few plants he had been told he could eat safely, he was still hanging on somehow.

Unbeknownst to Kornelius however, he had earned himself a stalker. A shadow dragon by the name of Tusmørke had seen the kid not long after he had left his camp and tracked him for a while. Originally he did it for entertainment, trying to guess how long the little one would last. In the end however, he ended up seeing how the kid handled things and figured he might actually be worth something. He waited for Kornelius to be near death and first then did he reveal himself to the young boy to offer him a way out, a way to survive. At this point Kornelius was too desperate to even question the dragon and agreed with no second thought.

Tusmørke took him under his wing and helped him recover to normal health, then he started teaching him how to use the talent he had observed. Trained to a condition that surpassed normal human and how to interact with them, as well as being taught Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic, Kornelius was turning into quite a potent apprentice for the dragon, they even started to form a bond more akin to family than the master and apprentice relationship they normally had. Fate was a cruel mistress however, and one day Kornelius returned to his master’s cave to find him gone. At first he didn’t think much of it as his master had the philosophy to never let your guard down, so he was on guard for several hours until he concluded his master wasn’t there. He ended up waiting for three days before concluding he was on his own again.

Downtrodden by the disappearance of the creature that saved him he started to wander yet again, but now he could handle himself and he soon found his way into more questionable work that suited his talents. This line of work caused him to hear about the guild Knightfall and it peaked his interests. He ended up joining as one of the more… secluded ones .WIlling to work with others but keeping the relationship on a professional level.

Personality: Kornelius mostly keeps a professional attitude towards things, preferring to stay out of many bonding exercises given his past. Despite this disposition he knows that allies is a must and will go out of his way to be a good partner on operations.
In combat he focuses on versatility and subtlety, having trained himself in forming shadows into various weapons and trained with them to a decent degree as well as various support skills, like using the shadows to quickly avoid others or reposition himself.
Furthermore, he relies on the idea that you can’t kill what you can’t hit and remain hidden and therefore he isn’t the one to take hits for his team, although he will try to shove them out of the way if possible.

Strengths:

• High speed and agility in combat scenarios.
• Like a shadow, he is silent and always by his allies’ side.
• Capable of swapping between various melee and ranged weapons in a hurry.

Weaknesses:

• Low resilience compared to other members of the guild.
• Like a shadow, he is uncaring and won’t be likely take a hit for you, only force you out of the way.
• Given most of his weapons are made from condensed shadow, most of them can be countered by various kinds of magic and light magic will render them useless, the only exception is his mother’s survival knife.