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
Trapped in the dark cage, Royce boiled with fury and frustration. The prison was built to keep him in, with no way out and darkness everywhere. Royce felt hopeless, but he refused to give up.As he sat there, thinking of escape, he heard Selena's voice outside. "Release the other soldiers," she ordered her guards, "but keep the mortal locked up."Royce's anger boiled over at the injustice of it all. "I won't stay here," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with determination. He scanned the cage for any weak spots, anyway, he could break free of. But as he searched, he couldn't find any escape route.Royce pounded on the bars of the cage, his frustration boiling over as he overheard his soldiers being led out, their hands bound behind their backs. "Let me out of here!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the prison. "Or you'll face my wrath!"But his pleas fell on deaf ears. A soldier approached, his expression stern as he kicked the cage with his boot. "Quiet down, you
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