............He had no idea where they might land, which shore, or which border city they would attack first. A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind.Aarav knew he had to act fast—not just to defend the cities, which could be attacked at any moment, but to protect everyone in them. He needed to move quickly......In the The Celestial Empire, In the Celestial Temple, Aria, the heir of the Goddess of Stars, Astraia, sat in a meditative posture at the podium beneath the statue of the Goddess. "Oh, my Goddess, this is not a good omen. It seems the time has come for us, the Celestial Order of Stars, to act," Aria said in a calm voice as she opened her eyes, which sparkled like stars. The radiant star pendant hanging around her neck pulsed with energy, reflecting her resolve."My Queen, please give us your orders. We are ready to follow your lead!" Hundreds of her followers, all dressed in the same white, translucent robes that shimmered with the light of the stars, stood below her
............"What else did you see? Did you foresee the location where that war started?" Pope Aurelius asked anxiously, his voice heavy with concern as he processed the grim details Cardinal Gabriel had just shared."I... I did see it..." Cardinal Gabriel gasped, struggling for breath as he recalled the vision. "It’s...!" he stammered, before finally describing the location where he saw the Cultists descending upon their realm.Pope Aurelius placed a reassuring hand on Gabriel’s back, urging him to rest. "Stay here and recover... I’ll notify our forces to search for the location you described!" Without wasting a moment, the Pope hurried away, his robes billowing behind him as he prepared to mobilize their forces.The description Gabriel provided was vague, lacking a specific name, so it took time for the soldiers to pinpoint the exact location. Meanwhile, the Cultists had already begun their descent upon the realm.Fortunately, it was Archbishop Deniel and his team of Holy Battle K
............Aarav motioned for his men to halt, crouching low behind a rocky outcrop. He surveyed the scene, his sharp eyes picking out key targets.Rajendra and Lord Lumara joined him, their expressions grim as they assessed the camp’s layout.“We’ll strike from two sides,” Aarav whispered, his voice barely audible. “The Chauhans will lead the frontal assault, drawing their attention. Half of the Lumaras will support them, providing cover and swift elimination. The other half will move alongside Archbishop Deniel and his holy knights. The Moonshrouds will use their dark arts to neutralize any key figures or defenses they encounter, while also protecting our soldiers.”Rajendra nodded, his gaze hard. “We’ll hit them hard and fast, My Lord. They won’t know what hit them.”Lady Isolde, who had been quietly observing, added in a low voice, “We’ll ensure their leaders are incapacitated before they can rally their forces.”Archbishop Deniel, more familiar with the situation, spoke up, “M
............"It's time... Attack!" After sitting in silence for an hour, Aarav Veridian finally saw the perfect opportunity. He gave the signal to launch their assault."On it! Move, move! Men, be swift!" Rajendra Chauhan responded immediately, leading his men forward as soon as Aarav gave the command. Half of Lumara's forces followed closely behind, taking charge of the frontal assault.Under the cover of night, with the moon shining above them, the cultists were completely unaware of the impending attack. The first barricade of cultists was breached in an instant, slaughtered by Chauhan's raging forces."Enemy attack! ENEMY ATTACK!" The cultists finally realized they were under attack, but by then, the entire camp was already in chaos. They scrambled to confront the ferocious onslaught, but the Chauhan men were relentless, while Lumara's forces swiftly finished off any cultists left barely alive.The cultists were mercilessly roasted, their ashes scattered in the air as Lumara’s m
............“Lord Chauhan... Lord!” The men around him shouted in panic, their faces tight with concern as they saw his arm dangling, blood pouring from the wound.“Cough... cough... Damn it... DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! JUST KEEP TAKING OUT THOSE BASTARDS... cough... cough!” Rajendra Chauhan forced out between fits of coughing. He could hear the worry in his men’s voices, but he refused to let them be distracted. If they lost focus now, they’d lose their lives in this brutal battle.Struggling to his feet, Rajendra’s attention locked onto the fallen cultist nearby. He stumbled towards the body, lying face down and motionless in the dirt.“Phew... bastard cost me an arm... but at least he’s dead!” Rajendra breathed a sigh of relief, checking the cultist’s vitals to confirm he was truly gone.Exhausted, he slumped to the ground, clutching his wounded arm. A wave of helplessness washed over him. He wanted nothing more than to help his men, but his body was betraying him."I wonder how Lady
............“Gaaaahhhh... Damn it... you fucking dogs... Aaaahhh!” The cultist's scream and curses echoed through the battlefield as the ground shook. Dust swirled, obscuring the view."Lady Isolde, now’s your chance! Quickly, finish him off!" Thaddeus shouted, his voice urgent. Isolde, who had been thrown back by the impact, quickly regained her balance."On it!" she called out, forcing herself to focus. She sprinted towards the spot where the trap had captured the cultist, her shadow tendrils cutting through the dust. With rage burning in her chest, she aimed her dagger, dark with shadow magic, at the cultist, ready for the killing blow.But her blade pierced nothing.“Huh...?” Isolde’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced down. There was only a severed arm lying in the dirt—the cultist had vanished."CAREFUL!" Thaddeus's shout rang in her ears just as she sensed danger behind her. Instinctively, she twisted her body to dodge the incoming strike.“Ahhhh!” Pain exploded through her sh
............In the middle of the cultist Camp,The clash of metal and the roar of power filled the air. "Whoosh... Boom!" "Swiish... Swiish... Claanng! Claanng!" Two figures were locked in a high-speed battle, while four others stood on the sidelines, amusement clear on their faces.“Is this all you’ve got, Heir of Elandor?” The bald man, wearing a black robe with dark tattoos on his head, sneered sarcastically at Aarav Veridian, who met his gaze with a cold, steely stare.“Are you really that eager to meet your end?” Aarav shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm."Swiish... Bannng...!!"Aarav swiftly blocked the cultist’s strike aimed at his throat and, in one smooth motion, delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the man’s ribs. The bald cultist’s eyes widened in pain as he stumbled backward, trying to regain his balance.“Argh... you bastard!” the cultist cursed, groaning in pain as he stood up, clutching his side where Aarav’s kick had landed. His eyes burned with fury.“
............"Clanngg....Boomnn...!!""Swiish....Bammn...!!""Ahh... Cough... Cough...!" Aarav took another relentless hit, sliding back a few steps before losing his balance and dropping to one knee, blood dripping from his mouth."Hahaha... Elandor's Heir, already broken? I was hoping to play with you some more!" The bald cultist cackled, his words dripping with contempt.Aarav wiped the blood from his lips, smirking. "Feeling smug, huh? It’s just a scratch, nothing worth mentioning." He rose to his feet, his body glowing as the injury healed instantly, as though it never existed.The cultist's eyes widened, then his expression twisted with anger. "Damn it! I forgot Elandor is the God of Healing and Medicine!" Realizing his mistake, fury replaced his shock, and he lunged at Aarav in a blind rage, furious at being humiliated.Aarav's smile turned cold. "Heh, let me show you what else I can do," he muttered under his breath."Swishhh... Whoosh...!!"The cultist attacked wildly, but A