Theme: Rise! Roar!! Revolt!!!Dylan Knoll tried his best to remain calm like he had been doing in the past few days, as the ship carried him and his company through the waves of the Black Sea. It wasn't easy because his stomach threatened to rebel with every lurch of the vessel, but he forced himself to stay strong with the determination not to embarrass himself or his prestige anymore.He had humiliated himself ever since he began his quest for the Middle Land throne and revived his cousin. But now, with Caliste by his side, he will surely attain victory. He couldn't wait to conquer the Middle Land, defeat Sebastian, and take the throne for himself. Especially now that he's succeeded in killing the warlord, there's no one left to stop him.He left for his hometown five days ago to gather armies and prepare for battle against Sebastian and his soldiers, planning to take them when they least expected it, when they were mourning their loved one.Apart from claiming the throne for himsel
"Stay together if you want to survive," Caliste said. She might not be a fighter, but she still had the aura of a leader. She had the authority that came from being a dark witch for too long, and she used it to control demons. "I want an orderly withdrawal, not a rout! We can hold them together. Stand right!"She shouted because it was the only way they could hear her voice amongst the whistling of cannon, muskets and arrows. The men looked at her, shocked by the great authority and aura that she was emitting, but they did as she had commanded. They followed her command, and they fought.There's nothing elegant about the violence of this battle. There's nothing to be proud of about it. If only Dylan had listened to her, he might still be alive to control his men. Even Caliste knew when to act with courage and when to retreat.She had seen Dylan and his men training in the field on multiple occasions. But those had been displays of speed, bravery, skill, and style. This was a pure batt
As Rey Reed Smith kept charging toward Caliste, he couldn't help but think about Drax. He missed him so much. Even though he only met and stayed with him for a few minutes, Rey still felt bad because the man sacrificed his life for him to get out of the underworld.The more Rey thinks about the fight against the hellhound, the more he transfers his aggression to Dylan's men. He needs to teach them a thing or two. He will make sure that none of them leave this beach alive. They will pay for what Dylan did to him, Gaius, and Drax with their lives.Nevertheless, Rey couldn't stop the events of the underworld from replaying over and over in his head. It was like he was stuck in the hell loop again.**********Flashback**********The battle of Lord Drax and Rey Reed took place on the massive battlefield in front of the Tartarus wall. The moment Rey dashed to the front line, Drax followed while ordering Kusandra, Charon, and Garry to stay behind and keep blowing the horn.The field was tee
As soon as Rey Reed Smith cleared the first wave of soldiers that surrounded him and Kusandra, he stood behind her, his eyes burning with resentment and determination. The crashing waves provided a fitting backdrop to the imminent round that was about to unfold—another round of chaos. His grip tightened around the hilt of his gleaming sword as he scanned the horizon, examining the next round of opponents again.Suddenly, the next group of heavily armored adversaries stepped forward, marching toward him and Kusandra with malicious intent.“Stay here, and help watch out for the witch for me. She might want to try her mental power on me.” He said this to Kusandra, and the latter nodded her head in approval. She knew better than to argue with him.Without hesitation, Reed lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel echoed across the beach as his blade met the first enemy's weapon, sparks flying in a shower of defiance, his mental ability fly
Caliste, the dark witch, stood tall on the battlefield, surrounded by a harrowing scene of death and destruction caused by Rey Reed Smith. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the lingering echoes of battle. Dressed in a flowing black robe that seemed to absorb the light around her, she exuded an aura of malevolence and power.Her appearance was striking, with long, flowing, ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows. Her piercing eyes, a deep shade of violet, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting the fury and wrath burning within her. They seemed to hold the secrets of ancient magic and unfathomable darkness.Caliste's pale skin bore the mark of her mystical journey, adorned with intricate black tattoos that snaked across her arms and neck, resembling arcane symbols and sigils. They seemed to writhe and move as if imbued with a life of their own, resonating with the pulsating energy of the battlefield.In her hand, she wielded a twisted st
Garry found himself walking along the winding path through the dense woods that led to the king's palace, the sunbeams filtering through the treetops and casting playful shadows on the forest floor. It was a serene and peaceful afternoon, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility enveloping him. With each step, his thoughts drifted toward the one person who had been occupying his mind lately: Kusandra.It had been three days since the war at the beach. The death of Dylan, the fleeing of Caliste, and the fame of Rey Reed Smith had spread so far across the three other tribes of the middle land, and they all acknowledged Rey as their commander. Xavier Knoll was nowhere to be found after the war, and no one bothered about him since his curse had been lifted.Kusandra, with her sparkling green eyes and infectious laughter, had become a source of warmth in Garry's life. They had known each other for a few days—approximately two months—their paths crossed occasionally, but it was
In the heart of the Middle-Land Kingdom, nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, stood the magnificent palace of King Sebastian. The palace itself was a sight to behold, with its grand archways, towering spires, and intricate stone carvings that told stories of a bygone era. The era of the gods, But it was the palace backyard that truly captivated all who beheld its beauty.As Rey stepped into the backyard, a sense of tranquility washed over him. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers, carried on a gentle breeze that rustled through the tall, ancient trees. A symphony of birdsong filled the air, their melodic tunes blending harmoniously with the trickling sound of a nearby fountain.He continued the stroll towards the palace wall, taking a sharp bend, and he was welcomed by a well-manicured garden which sprawled before him, a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery. Flowerbeds burst with a riot of blossoms, their petals ranging from fiery reds
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the serene landscape of the middle land. Steves' cemetery, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood as a hallowed ground where the fallen heroes and nobles of the Middle Land found their eternal rest. Today, it bore witness to a poignant gathering of Rey Reed Smith, Garry, Kusandra, King Sebastian, and a host of other nobles, all adorned in regal attire, except for Rey, who was still wearing his armor.As the assembled group stepped into the cemetery, a hush fell over them as if the very air acknowledged the solemnity of the occasion. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze mingled with the distant melody of a river, creating a gentle symphony that whispered through the crowd. The atmosphere was heavy with reverence and sorrow, yet beneath it lay an unyielding sense of gratitude for the sacrifices made by the fallen soldiers.The cemetery, meticulously tended with vibrant flowers and tranquil stone walkways, l