At the Crocs family castle, a massive structure that stood at the center of the province like a fortress, the air was thick with anticipation. The leader of the Crocs family, Shelfred, sat at his grand stone desk, his gaze focused on the stack of letters that had arrived from the major families of the region. Each envelope contained an answer, a sign of support in the war against the demonic invasion that was threatening the Eastern region. Shelfred’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he read through the responses. It was clear: his influence and leadership had been acknowledged, and the families were rallying to his cause.The demons that plagued the land had sparked chaos, but in that chaos, Shelfred saw opportunity. With the families now united under his banner, he was ready to take action."I knew they would come," Shelfred muttered to himself, a slight smile creeping onto his face. "When it matters most, they know who to follow."He stood up from his desk, his expression shifting

The vast, vaulted hall of the Crocs family keep hummed with quiet tension. The ancient structure, built from sturdy stone that had withstood centuries of conflict, was adorned with banners bearing the family crest—a coiled serpent encircling a blazing sun. The hall’s long oak table, polished to a gleam, was surrounded by the Crocs’ most trusted leaders and advisors.Lord Valrik Crocs, a broad-shouldered man with graying hair and a demeanor as unyielding as the walls around him, sat at the head of the table. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest of his intricately carved chair as he studied a map of the cursed fields of Argyris, where the demons lay waiting.“To defeat the demons,” Valrik began, his voice deep and commanding, “we must trust in our alliance with the Sunblade family. Together, our forces are unmatched.”Lady Ilana Crocs, his wife and one of the sharpest tacticians in the region, nodded. “The Sunblade are formidable, but they’re not invincible. If the demons are as r

The air was thick with tension as a second portal tore open in the oppressive gloom of the Argyris field. The Resistance had arrived. The swirling vortex of light and dark settled to reveal the full breadth of the allied forces led by the Adrians, the Ravenswood, the Seven-Eyes, and their numerous allies. Each of them stepped forward, eyes squinting against the foreboding landscape that stretched out before them.As the final members emerged from the teleportation, they found themselves standing at the edge of the very same cursed land that had chilled the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors. But unlike the allied forces of the Crocs and Sunblade, who had been stunned by the strange emptiness of the Argyris fields, the Resistance seemed prepared. Their faces, grim with purpose, only hardened as they took in the dead, blackened earth and the haunting silence of the forest.Cassian Adrians was among the first to step out, his cloak billowing behind him as his boots made a soft but

The Argyris field, once a place of desolation and ruin, now pulsed with life—and with death. Demons, their forms grotesque and twisted, poured forth from the deepest corners of the forest, their eyes gleaming with hunger and malice. Ryan, his hands still crackling with the energy of his last spell, wiped the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the battlefield. Alongside him, Brador, the stoic son of the Crocs family, unleashed torrents of elemental magic, his mastery of fire, earth, and wind scattering the demons like leaves in the wind.For Ryan, every demon slain brought a surge of energy, his body absorbing the power from their vanquished forms. Each battle, each demon felled, brought him closer to the next step of his transformation. The raw power of the Argyris field was both a blessing and a curse, a gift that would either shape him into something formidable or consume him entirely. As he focused his magic, he could feel the force of the demons—dark, chaotic, and potent—flowing i

The air in the Argyris field hung heavy with tension. The battle raged on, a chaotic whirlwind of magic and steel, as Valrik and Crestin fought fiercely against the Resistance forces. But the true danger, the real test of their strength, was still unfolding, and neither of them could see it yet.Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy force had begun to weave its way through the battlefield, unnoticed by the Crocs’ forces. The Seven-Eyes family, known for their stealth and cunning, had been lying in wait. Their mages, masters of shadow magic and illusion, had infiltrated the heart of the Crocs’ formation, moving like wraiths through the underbrush and the ruins of the once-thriving forest.The middle-stage mages of the Crocs family, exhausted from the relentless battle against the demons and the Resistance, were beginning to show signs of weakness. They were spread thin, divided between fending off the demon horde and holding the line against the Resistance. The Crocs had expected an assault,