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The God of War Calen Storm Wait!
The arena was abuzz with anticipation as the examination was about to begin. The announcer raised his hand, preparing to signal the start when a loud voice rang out, cutting through the chatter.“Wait!”All heads turned toward the commotion at the edge of the crowd. A figure was pushing through the sea of spectators, his steps heavy but determined. Gasps erupted as recognition dawned.It was Calen Storm.The murmur of disbelief spread like wildfire. Whispers of astonishment and confusion filled the air.“He’s alive?”“He came back from the Tower of Light?”“How is that even possible?”Calen stepped into the clearing, his expression resolute despite the sweat and dust that clung to him from his long journey. “I’m here,” he declared, his voice steady but firm. “I’m ready to take the exam.”The crowd erupted into chaos. Some cheered at his resilience, while others jeered, convinced his presence was a disgrace.From the VIP section, Evan Drake sat frozen, his usual smug confidence momenta
The God of War Calen Storm Taking Too Long
The examiner stood at the front of the arena, his voice booming across the gathered participants and onlookers. “The first test requires you to obliterate the target set before you using your elemental strength. Copper basins containing the primal elements—fire, water, earth, and air—have been provided. Choose the one that aligns with your power. The target must be completely destroyed. There will be no partial passes.”The participants murmured among themselves, their eyes darting toward the basins and the distant targets.Among the audience, Roderic, Cedric, and General Evan Drake sat in a raised pavilion, their presence imposing. They were not participants, having already ascended to positions of power, but their interest in the proceedings was palpable.Roderic leaned forward, his arms crossed. “Let’s see if any of them are even worth the effort we’ve put into this event.”Cedric chuckled. “Most won’t be. But it’s entertaining to watch them fail.”Evan, reclining in his seat, smir
The God of War Calen Storm Talk? Now?
The crowd grew restless as Calen continued to stand before the bowls of elemental essence. Whispers turned into murmurs, and then into audible boos and jeers.“Get on with it!” someone shouted from the stands.“What’s he doing? Does he even know how to use his power anymore?” another called out.Evan, standing confidently among his entourage, smirked and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Why don’t you give up now, Calen Storm? Save yourself the humiliation!” he yelled, earning laughter and applause from his lackeys.Calen remained still, his hands hovering above the bowls, eyes closed as though he were concentrating deeply. Then, he moved. His hands began to shift in intricate, precise patterns, tracing symbols in the air. The crowd fell silent, watching in anticipation. But for several seconds, nothing happened. The tension broke when Evan burst into laughter.“Is that it?” Evan bellowed, clutching his sides. “I almost fell for it! This is the mighty Calen Storm? The prodigy of lig
The God of War Calen Storm What Are They Talking About?
Lila approached Calen cautiously, her steps hesitant but determined, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. She stopped just a few feet away, her voice trembling slightly as she finally broke the silence. “Calen… were you hiding your strength all this time? When we were still married, why didn’t you show any of this?” Her eyes searched his face, desperate for an answer, but his expression was cold, unreadable. “Why did you only bring it all out after we divorced?”Calen tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a mocking smirk that made Lila’s stomach twist. He took a slow step closer, his voice calm but dripping with sarcasm. “Why?” He paused for effect, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. “Are you regretting it now, Lila?”The question struck her like a slap. Her face flushed, a mix of anger and humiliation spreading through her, but she fought to keep her composure. Taking a shaky breath, she lowered her gaze for a moment before lifting it again. “I’m not h
The God of War Calen Storm Outshined!
Evan sat stiffly in his seat, his eyes never leaving the spot where Lila had disappeared. Cedric and Roderic had moved on to other conversations, but Evan remained silent, simmering with a mixture of anger and unease. When Lila finally returned to the VIP section, he stood immediately, waiting for her to settle back into her seat before stepping forward.“Lila,” he said, his tone low but firm, “a word. Now.”Lila looked up at him, her face a mix of annoyance and confusion. “What is it, Evan?” she asked, clearly displeased with his tone.“Not here,” he said curtly, gesturing toward a quieter corner of the venue, away from the prying eyes of the other guests.Lila sighed but stood, following him reluctantly. Evan led her to a secluded spot near one of the grand pillars, where the sound of the crowd faded into a dull murmur. He turned to her, his jaw tight, his hands clenched at his sides.“What were you doing with Calen?” Evan demanded, his voice barely above a growl.Lila crossed her a
The God of War Calen Storm I Won’t Stop Here
Helena leaned in closer to Reginald as the noise of the crowd buzzed around them. "I have an idea to ensure Calen Storm won’t pass this time," she whispered, her voice laced with venom.Reginald raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what’s your plan this time?"Helena smirked. "The next test will undoubtedly be about strength. They will use weighted harnesses strapped to the participants’ bodies. Each participant must sprint a set distance within a specific time while carrying the weights. All we have to do is switch Calen’s weights with something ten times heavier. He won’t even be able to move, let alone finish in time."Reginald paused for a moment before nodding approvingly. "That’s a brilliant plan. Make it happen, but ensure there’s no trace leading back to us."Helena’s smile widened. She turned slightly and gestured to one of their attendants, a man with a wiry build and shifty eyes. He stepped forward and bowed slightly, awaiting orders. Helena leaned in and whispered in his ear
The God of War Calen Storm What Happened?
The announcer’s voice boomed over the arena, cutting through the jeers and laughter. “Calen Storm, you have one minute remaining to reach the finish line. If you fail to do so, you will be disqualified.”Calen’s breath hitched as the words sank in. He glanced at the finish line—still an agonizing distance away. His legs trembled under the strain of the unnaturally heavy burden strapped to his body. This isn’t normal. This weight... it’s not the same as the others’. But there was no time to question it further. With no evidence, all he could do was endure.The crowd erupted again, their laughter sharper and more relentless.“Storm’s finished!” Evan shouted, standing from his seat and pointing mockingly. “We might as well call it now. He’s not even going to make it!”Cedric chimed in, smirking, “This is almost painful to watch. He can’t even lift his feet properly. Maybe he should crawl—it’d be faster!”Another voice from the crowd yelled, “Give it up, Calen! You’re not the chosen one;
The God of War Calen Storm Sabotage
The man stammered, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. “M-My Lady, I swear on my life I did exactly as you instructed. I oversaw the replacement myself! The weights were swapped—I swear it!”Helena’s eyes burned with fury, and her nails dug into the soft fabric of her gown. “Then how do you explain this?” she hissed, gesturing toward the arena, where Calen was now standing tall and victorious.The man flinched. “I... I don’t know, my Lady. It doesn’t make sense! No human should be able to move under that kind of weight, let alone run! Please, you must believe me—I did what you asked!”Helena’s lips curled into a cruel sneer as she straightened, looking down at the trembling man. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of the entire arena. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”“Lady Helena, please—”“Silence!” Helena snapped, her voice cold and cutting. “I don’t tolerate failure. You’ll be punished for this humiliation.”The man’s face turned ashen, and he opened his mouth to plead, but
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As the King turned to give further instructions to his advisors, Calen’s sharp eyes flicked toward General Evan Drake. The man stood there, composed, ever the image of a loyal officer. But there was something in his smile—too calm, too gracious—that set off alarms in Calen’s mind.He volunteered too quickly, Calen thought. Evan Drake doesn’t offer support unless there’s something in it for him.Their eyes met across the courtyard. Evan’s lips curled slightly into a knowing smirk, his gaze unreadable. It wasn’t the expression of a man offering support—it was the expression of someone who had just moved a piece on a hidden chessboard.Calen narrowed his eyes but said nothing. The King had already given his decree. There was no room for protest. Whatever Evan was planning, Calen would have to remain vigilant and trust no one but the men he commanded himself.After the formalities concluded, Calen excused himself from the gathering and made his way to the military wing of the palace. Ther
Jealousy
The sound of wood cracking echoed sharply through the stone corridors of the eastern wing of Aerondale’s military citadel.General Evan Drake stood in his office, his chest heaving, the splinters of a shattered goblet strewn across the floor. The heavy oak table bore a fresh dent from the force of his fist. Papers were scattered—battle plans, intelligence reports, diplomatic records—all now forgotten in the wake of the news that had just reached him.The sharp crack of wood splitting echoed through the stone walls of the eastern military wing as General Evan Drake slammed his fist onto the desk, sending a crystal decanter crashing to the ground. The wine seeped into war maps and strategy scrolls, now forgotten.“He succeeded?” Evan spat, disbelief lacing every word. “Calen Storm succeeded?”His aide stood stiffly by the door, unsure if he should speak. “Yes, General. The Queen of Vynoria has accepted King Ashford’s proposal. The message came directly from General Storm himself. The Ki
The Prize
The morning sun was just beginning to rise over Rivermore as Calen Storm and his two captains, Aldric and Edric, mounted their horses at the palace gates. The crisp air carried the scent of damp earth from the previous night's rain, and the roads glistened faintly with lingering moisture. The three warriors sat tall in their saddles, their cloaks billowing slightly in the cool breeze.The grand city of Rivermore stretched behind them, its towering spires and intricate bridges casting long shadows in the morning light. They had spent weeks within its walls, navigating the careful dance of diplomacy and observation, yet now they were finally departing. The news they carried would change the course of two nations.As they rode through the outskirts of the city, past fields and quiet hamlets still shrouded in early morning mist, Aldric was the first to break the silence. “I still can’t believe Queen Elara agreed to the proposal so easily,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I expected more r
The Guilt
Calen Storm stood tall in the dimly lit chamber, his piercing gaze shifting between his two trusted captains—Aldric and Edric. Their expressions were serious, awaiting his command.“If the queen continues to stall, we must push her,” Calen stated firmly, his voice low yet filled with authority. “We cannot allow her to buy more time. Keep your eyes open and your ears sharp. Observe everything—her movements, the council’s meetings, anything unusual.”Aldric and Edric exchanged brief nods before responding in unison. “Understood, General.”Calen studied them for a moment, then dismissed them with a wave of his hand. He trusted their skills—Aldric was resourceful, and Edric had an eye for the smallest details. If there was any information to uncover, they would find it.When they left, Calen exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his dark hair. He walked toward his bed, unfastening the belt that held his weapons before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. His mind churned, trying to p
This Cannot Happen
Calen watched as Queen Elara trembled, rain-soaked and vulnerable in the middle of the garden. His voice was gentle but firm as he asked, "Your Majesty, are you alright? Do you need me to escort you back to your chamber?"Elara's breath hitched. She couldn't look at him. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she feared he might hear it. The warmth of his hand still lingered on hers, a touch so foreign yet… comforting.No. This cannot happen.Without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and ran. Her soaked dress clung to her as she rushed through the palace gardens, past the lantern-lit corridors, and up the stone steps leading to her chamber. She didn’t dare look back.I cannot fall for him. He is the enemy. A general of Aerondale. A man sent here to see my downfall.Her breathing was ragged when she finally reached her chamber. She slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it, hands clutching the fabric over her racing heart.But the Sacred River…The River h
The Rain
Calen remained hidden in the shadows, his sharp eyes fixed on the stone doorway built into the palace wall. One by one, the priestesses emerged from within, their hoods drawn low over their faces, their expressions grim. Their movements were hurried, almost anxious, as if burdened by something that had just transpired inside.But Queen Elara was not among them.Calen's brows furrowed. What had happened in there? Why was the queen still inside?He stayed rooted to his spot, waiting, watching. Minutes dragged on like hours, the night stretching into silence except for the occasional roll of distant thunder. And then, finally, the door creaked open again.Elara stepped out.Even from a distance, Calen could see that something was wrong. Her posture, usually so poised and commanding, was frail. Her steps were unsteady, and as she passed under the dim glow of a nearby lantern, he caught sight of her face.Tear-streaked. Eyes swollen a
Don't Know What to Do
Queen Elara knelt by the river’s edge, her fingers trembling as they grazed the cool surface of the water. The Sacred River, once the life force of Vynoria, was now weakened—its flow sluggish, its once-lustrous glow barely a flicker.Desperation clawed at her chest. Why? She had done everything in her power to restore it. The rituals, the offerings, the prayers—nothing had worked.Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to wipe them away. One by one, they slipped down her cheeks, falling into the water. Her voice, hoarse with exhaustion and despair, barely rose above a whisper."What do you need?"Silence.Her fingers curled into fists, still submerged in the river. “I have given everything,” she choked out. “And yet you continue to wither. Vynoria is on the brink of ruin, and I—” Her voice broke. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I cannot fail them. I cannot fail my mother and father. Please…” Her fingers tightened. “Tell me what
Love?
The night was cloaked in heavy silence, broken only by the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Under the cover of darkness, Queen Elara moved swiftly through the hidden corridors of the palace, her robes flowing like shadows in the dim torchlight. Behind her, the priestesses followed, their hoods drawn, their steps silent.They emerged at the towering stone wall—an unassuming barrier that concealed the most sacred place in Vynoria. No ordinary person would ever know of the hidden door built seamlessly into its structure.Elara placed her palm against the cold stone, whispering the ancient words of passage. A faint glow pulsed beneath her hand before the wall groaned softly, shifting inward just enough for them to slip through.“Hurry,” she instructed in a hushed voice.One by one, the priestesses stepped inside, and the moment the last one entered, Elara pulled the door shut behind them, sealing the entrance. The world outside disappeared.<
Secret Ritual
The quiet knock at the door pulled Queen Elara from her troubled thoughts. She turned away from the window, her emerald eyes dark with exhaustion. "Enter," she called.The door creaked open, revealing Seraphina. Her expression was tense, her usual composure slightly shaken. "Your Majesty," she began, stepping forward. "I bring news from the priestesses."Elara straightened, already anticipating bad news. "Go on."Seraphina hesitated for only a moment before speaking. "The Sacred River is taking longer to recover than we initially expected. The ritual with the Eastern relic was successful, but… something is causing a delay. The energy isn’t returning at the pace we predicted."Elara exhaled sharply, her fingers curling into a fist. She had feared as much. Time was slipping through her grasp, and she could not afford endless delays. "We need to accelerate the process. We will conduct an additional ritual," she said firmly. "Prepare everything necess
