Inferno's voice echoed through the grand hall, his tone harsh with anger. "I am Inferno, the messenger of the great Grimnar, the ruler of the dark covenant," he declared, stepping closer to Vulcan. His eyes blazed with fury as he threw the letter onto the floor.Vulcan, without moving from his throne, used his magic to lift the letter. It floated toward him, and he snatched it out of the air with a flick of his wrist. As he unfolded the letter and read, a smirk crossed his face. He looked up at Inferno, whose face was twisted with rage."To Vulcan, the mighty blacksmith of the gods," Vulcan read aloud, his voice dripping with mockery. "I've heard of your victories, your power over fire and steel. But your time of triumph is ending. I challenge you to battle at the Forbidden Valley. There, I will prove I am the true ruler of the immortal realm. I look forward to seeing your head on a platter of gold, a sign of my dominance."Finishing the letter, Vulcan burst into laughter. "My head, o

As Vulcan regained consciousness, he found himself bound tightly, his limbs secured by ropes woven with dark magic. Grimnar came close to him with a smile on his face, his expression unreadable as he watched Vulcan struggle with the ropes."Weakling," Grimnar sneered, his voice dripping with hatred. “It'd better you just calm down, little boy. Those ropes are forged from the darkest depths of the sea, mixed with curses that sap your strength with each struggle."Vulcan gritted his teeth, frustration and anger boiling within him. "You'll pay for this, Grimnar," he growled, his voice strained with effort as he strained against the enchanted ropes.Grimnar simply chuckled, raising his sword menacingly. "Save your breath, Vulcan.”With a cold smirk, Grimnar reached for Vulcan's sword, a grim determination in his eyes. "He who kills by the sword must die by the sword," he said, his voice firm.Immediately, Grimnar swung the sword, its blade slicing cleanly through the air. In an instant, V

Immediately, the spy flew out through the roof, his loud laughter echoing around the room."This is getting out of hand," Aethon said, looking around. He noticed something small and beeping on the ground. "What is this thing?" he wondered aloud as he bent down to check it.The beeping got faster, like a bomb about to go off. Aethon realized the danger and shouted, "Everybody run!" He threw the beeping object away just in time. Moments later, it exploded with a loud bang, shaking Aethon's lair.The explosion caused a lot of damage. Some of Aethon's soldiers were hurt and groaned in pain, holding their injuries. Aethon looked around at the chaos, his face grim.Aethon got really mad when he saw the mess from the explosion. He decided right away to go after the ones responsible. "I'm going after them," he told his soldiers, sounding determined.He looked around at his soldiers, trying to find the two toughest ones to come with him. When he spotted them, he walked over. "You two," he said

The fight was fierce, like in the movies. Selena's army, with their magic, blasted Royce's soldiers with bright moonlight energy. It was like fireworks, but dangerous.As the fight went on, Royce's soldiers struggled more and more. They kept getting pushed back by Selena's powerful magic. One of Royce's soldiers yelled, "We are losing out on them, Royce!"Royce clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of defeat pressing down on him. "We have to keep fighting!" he shouted back, trying to keep his soldiers motivated. But deep down, he knew they couldn't make it.Then, Selena's army unleashed one last huge attack. It was like a wave of magic that crashed over Royce's soldiers, washing away any hope of winning.After the battle, Selena's soldiers quickly captured Royce and the rest of his troops. They were all beaten and tired, they were tied, hands at their backs, Royce growled as the soldier tying him, tied the rope harder.Selena's soldiers marched Royce and his soldiers into her palace, p

As the festival of the goddess got closer, the whole city was full of excitement. It was an important time to honor the goddess of the moon, and they planned to build a huge statue for the celebration. This statue was so big that even ten skilled builders would have found it tough to finish quickly.The supervisor, a huge man with serious eyes and a booming voice, gave Royce the tools he needed. His large hands and deep lines on his forehead showed he had worked hard for many years and had little patience for mistakes. “You must finish this, Royce,” he said firmly. “Do it fast and without mistakes, or you will feel the whip.”A taskmaster, thin and quick with icy, sharp eyes, was put in charge of making sure Royce did everything perfectly. “Any mistake, and this,” he said as he cracked a whip in the air, “will remind you to do better.”Royce was scared but tried not to show it. He nodded and said, “I understand,” trying to keep his voice steady.The first job was to get the materials n