Grimnar stood up from his throne, his eyes ablaze with determination. "Royce, write a letter to Vulcan. Tell him to prepare for war. I'm coming for his head first," he commanded.Royce hesitated, placing his hand on Grimnar's shoulder, concern etched on his face. "Master, I think you should reconsider. This seems like a setup," he cautioned.Grimnar brushed off Royce's hand and grabbed him by the shirt, his grip tight. "Listen, mortal. I put you in your position. That's my decision, and that's what I want!" he snapped, pushing Royce backward."Alright, master. As your lordship pleases," Royce acquiesced, bowing his head."I, Grimnar, will show the whole immortal realm that I'm the greatest of all, the king of the dark covenant," Grimnar declared as he went to fetch his evil-looking staff. The "Darkblade," is a weapon crafted by evil sorcerers from the depths of darkness. It looks like a twisted black stick with red veins pulsing through it. At the top, there's a sharp piece of black
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
Royce gathered a huge army. There were 2,000 foot soldiers dressed in black armor, their eyes shining like fire. They looked fierce enough to freeze anyone's heart. The army also had 500 horsemen, each on a giant horse that stomped on the ground.At the edges of the army, sorcerers floated around. They looked like ghosts, with fingers twisted and faces like skeletons, eyes deep in their skulls. They whispered old magic words that made the air buzz strangely.The soldiers all had wings like dark angels and teeth sharp like vampires. The sorcerers had hands that looked like they were decaying and faces that looked just like bones and dry skin.As they got ready to fight, Grimnar climbed onto his big, dark horse. It looked like a storm cloud and was as strong as thunder. He held up his glowing staff, the Darkblade, and shouted, "All hail the great Grimnar, ruler of the Dark Covenant!"."Today, we write our legend in the hearts of our enemies! We carve our place as rulers of the immortal
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
"Who sent you here?" Aethon asked confidently, his gaze fixed on the spy who was tied tightly against an iron bar in front of a burning furnace. The furnace blazed fiercely, its flames casting an intense light on the spy's face, streaked with sweat and marked by a look of deep hatred."I'm not telling you anything," the spy responded, his voice strained as he struggled against the chains."Very well then," Aethon said calmly. He turned to his men with a firm nod. "Increase the fire," he commanded.The men approached the furnace, cautious of the fierce heat that radiated off it. They picked up a large metal bucket filled with a special oil, that could intensify the burning of the furnace. As they poured the oil into the furnace, the flames surged upward with a loud whoosh, the heat growing even more intense. The men stepped back quickly, shielding their faces from the burst of heat that followed, some yelped as sparks flew and burnt their skin.Aethon watched the spy closely. "Now, I'l
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
"Fight a goddess? What sort of nonsense is this?" Royce grumbled quietly to himself, his irritation clear in his voice. He collected his weapons, preparing for the daunting task ahead.Just as he was about to focus on his preparations, a demon timidly approached him, seemingly with a question on its mind. "Excuse me, sir," the demon began with curiosity, "I have a question about—" But before the demon could finish his sentence, Royce shot him a sharp look that sent a shiver down the demon's spine. Stammering, the demon managed to mutter an apology before hastily running back. As Royce got ready with his toughest soldiers for the tough job ahead, he felt uneasy. He didn't want to do this fight, especially when they weren't ready. Putting on his armor and painting his face with dark war paint, Royce looked like a seasoned soldier prepared for battle. He breathed heavily, his anger growing stronger. They were heading into war, and Royce was determined to do his duty and take down the
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
The News about the damaged gold imported from Mawuta had spread far and wide, stirring up strong reactions among people."Did you hear what Mawuta did?" a lady said to her friend as they walked down the street. "They gave us damaged gold. I thought they were better than that."Her friend defended Mawuta. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t jump to conclusions. It might be a set-up.""Set-up?" the first lady scoffed, eyeing her friend with disbelief. She hissed in annoyance and began to walk away, shaking her head.****Good evening, everyone. I'm Sarah Mitchell, and welcome to News at 10. Tonight, we have some hot topics that are stirring up quite a reaction across the country.First, let's dive into the issue of the damaged gold received from Mawuta. This controversy has set tongues wagging. People are questioning the integrity of the trade and the relationship between Parkland and Mawuta. Some citizens are already calling for answers.Amidst this, neither President Lorenz of Parkland nor Presi
Joe made his way back to the villa, his anger boiling over. He wanted to confront Lorenz and expose his wicked acts to the world.He entered the villa and stormed toward Lorenz's office, forcefully barging the door open. Lorenz was at his desk, working. Noticing Joe's rough entrance, he looked up, his eyes narrowing as Joe moved closer to his desk.Lorenz eyed Joe from head to toe, then finally spoke. "What is it? Haven't I paid you off?"Joe's voice shook with fury. "I have been loyal to you all these years, and all you could pay me back with is the dead bodies of my family. I swear, Lorenz, you will pay for this."Lorenz stood up and got in Joe's face. "How dare you call me by my name! You must be a bastard, son of a monster!"Joe's anger surged. "I promise you, Lorenz, you will regret this," he said, beating his chest in frustration.But Lorenz just laughed loudly, snubbing him and returning to his work. Joe's frustration peaked, and he clenched his fists, staring at Lorenz intentl
Joe swam through the deep sea, but his life jacket gradually failed him. He saw a shore up ahead, but reaching it was now the problem. As he forced himself to swim, a shark came to his side. Panic surged through him, and he began to swim as fast as he could, the shark pursuing him relentlessly.With all his energy left, Joe spotted a boat passing by and managed to grab hold of it. The fishermen on board shouted in alarm, trying to shake him off."He's a pirate! Chase him away!" one of the fishermen yelled, shaking his oar.Seeing the shark closing in, Joe begged, "Please, help me! There's a shark!"The fishermen saw the shark and, realizing the danger, pulled Joe onto the boat just in time. As the shark drew closer, one of the fishermen swung a big hook at the shark's head. Blood poured into the water, and Joe watched in horror as the water turned red and the dead shark sank into the depths.As Joe caught his breath, the fishermen began to question him."Who are you?" one fisherman as
Joe slipped into the ship through a small maintenance hole, wearing a mask. Darkness filled the lower deck as he moved quietly through the ship. The sound of the sea was muted here, replaced by the hum of the engines and the distant chatter of the crew.He heard voices and footsteps approaching as he moved through the narrow passageways. He quickly ducked behind a stack of crates, holding his breath as two crew members passed, their conversation fading into the distance.Once the coast was clear, Joe continued moving. He found the storage area where the gold was kept. Two security guards stood at the entrance, their attention on the corridor. Joe crept up behind them and grabbed a cloth from a nearby crate, swiftly choking one guard while covering his mouth to prevent any noise. Realizing what was happening, the second guard reached for his gun, but Joe acted quickly. He sent the first guard unconscious with a powerful punch and grabbed a fire extinguisher, swinging it at the second g
Joe was taken aback. "Sir, what's going on?""You think I don't know what you've been doing?" Lorenz continued, his voice rising. "I sent you on a mission, and you’re out there partying, drinking, wasting time! Do you have any idea what’s at stake?"Joe's heart pounded. "Sir, I—""Shut up and listen!" Lorenz interrupted. "You have one week to do your job. If you fail, you’ll wish you were never born."The line went silent as Joe absorbed Lorenz's words. "I understand, sir," he finally replied, his voice shaking.Immediately after the call ended, Joe began to grumble and hiss loudly. "What nonsense! He ordered I shouldn't do anything, and now he's on my neck. What a stupid old fool," Joe said, throwing his phone into his pocket.He stood there angrily, thinking about what to do next. The lady he had been dancing with came over and said, "Hey sweet, what's the problem with you? Come dance with me," as she continued to sway to the music.Without looking at her, Joe pushed her away. She f
It was announced that Fischer would appear on live T.V. in four days. Everyone was eager to hear what he had to say. He was the best president Mawuta had ever had, and his tenure was promising.When the day came, Fischer took to the press to make a big announcement. People listened attentively as he appeared on the screens in homes and on the streets, knowing he always brought good news.Fischer began, clearing his throat."Seeing the present growth of the economy," Fischer started, "I, President Fischer, have always wanted this growth from the start. We can see that the economy is not the same as it has been for years. So, to celebrate this developing economy, I, President Fischer, declare a work-free day! It's a day to party!"The whole country erupted in joy upon hearing that. Wherever people were, they shouted in celebration.A popcorn vendor was about to hand a hot bag of popcorn to a customer. When he heard the news, he threw the popcorn up joyfully and moved away from the counte
The ship from Mawa and the ship from Parkland always agreed to meet at Port Mirath. After two days of sailing, Captain Henry finally reached the port, arriving early before the boat from Parkland. The crew members on the Mawuta ship waited patiently.Finally, after much waiting, the crew members and Captain Henry heard the ship's horn from Parkland and rejoiced greatly. They all clapped loudly, their claps echoing over the sea waves.Captain Morgan from Parkland got off his ship and met Captain Henry. They had become good friends since the trade began. They smiled and hugged each other tightly as they watched the cargo being exchanged."Hey, don't let that fall over!" Morgan screamed as he saw one of Mawuta's workers roughly handling the oil barrels. He turned to Henry. "This is clean gold, and it's so shiny.""Oh yeah, we produce nothing but quality," Henry responded.Morgan asked, taking out a note and pen, "So how many sacks?"Henry replied, "Those are 200,000 sacks of gold, more t
"Load those sacks well, and make sure they are well-tied! I won't condone any mistakes from anyone!" Joe shouted authoritatively, ordering the workers in his unit to carry the sacks into the heavy-duty truck. The truck was set to transport the gold to the ship that would take it to Parkland.The workers were picking up the sacks roughly, and Joe struggled to monitor them. They moved haphazardly, causing him frustration. "Okay, you know what, everyone, form a queue now! I don't want to see anyone picking gold without being in this queue!" he commanded. The workers immediately obeyed and formed a line.One by one, they came forward and picked up gold sacks. When a worker picked a sack that seemed too light, Joe called him back. You can do better than that. Drop that and take this one," Joe said, handing him a heavier sack. The worker, without hesitation, picked it up and carried it on his arm, making Joe wonder why he hadn't picked it up at first.The queue was moving steadily, and the
Joe searched for a quiet spot to call Lorenz. He looked around and dialled Lorenz's number, realising no One Was Nearby. The phone rang a few times before Lorenz picked up."R. President, thank goodness you picked up. I finally got the job, but I noticed something..."Joe paused, rechecking his surroundings to make sure no one was approaching. Seeing the clear coast, he continued," R. President, I realised these people were so nice to me. Do you have a hand in this?" He smiled as he asked.Lorenz laughed loudly, his voice echoing over the phone. "h, just a kid, Joe. You need to learn a lot."Lorenz laughed again and said, "Don't worry about that. Leave that to me. Just play along with them and be nice. Be a good boy.""h yes, Mr. President. I will surely be," Joe responded, smiling.LLorenz'svoice turned serious. "When the intestines strike, I'll let you know.""Always at your service, boss," Joe said as the call ended.Immediately, Joe received an alert on his phone. Lorenz had sent