Arthur slowly regained consciousness from the void darkness in his head. He groaned and muttered, "Where am I? What happened to me?" His head throbbed with pain, and his body felt heavy and restrained.As his vision cleared, he realized he was bound in chains, his arms and legs tightly secured. He tried to move, but the chains rattled and held him in place. Panic surged through him as he scanned his surroundings.He found himself in a vast, opulent court. Seating atop an imposing throne before him was a woman. She radiated authority and power. Her piercing gaze bore into him, and a look of disdain crossed her face.The throne itself was an intricate creation, adorned with coral, pearls, and shimmering crystals. It was unlike anything Arthur had ever seen. The woman, exuded an air of regality. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, interwoven with seashells and adorned with a crown that gleamed with jewels. Her piercing eyes were a striking shade of aquamarine. Arthur
The waves raged with intensity and the sky roared with thunder at the sudden transformation of Queen Thalassa.Arthur swam against the tumultuous waves, his heart pounded in his chest. "This can't be happening. What is that monster?"Colossal waves rose high into the sky and crashing down with immense force at the movement of the gigantic tentacles. Each crest seemed to tower above him, threatening to engulf him in their churning depths.The Cursed Kraken immediately turned its attention to Arthur. Its deep, booming voice echoed through the turbulent waters at Arthur. "You foolish human. You dare to challenge me? You are but a mere insect beneath my wrath."Arthur couldn't say anything back. His voice hung in his throat. He had never seen a monster with such a horrifying form. The Cursed Kraken laughed, "Let me tell you something, human. I killed Queen Thalassa the very day I attacked Aquaterra kingdom. I stole the trident of doom and took on Queen Thalassa form so I could rule th
The Devil King's army marched relentlessly towards Valoria City, their footsteps echoing through the desolate wasteland. The ground quivered beneath their massive numbers as they marched forward. The army stretched as far as the eye could see, a formidable force of over three thousand.The Devil King's army were comprised of Creatures of the darkest depths. Goblins scurried among the ranks, their beady eyes gleaming with mischief as they prepared for battle. The undead, their bones rattling with an otherworldly energy, marched with hollow purpose. Trolls, towering over their comrades, wielded immense clubs, ready to crush any resistance that dared to stand in their way. The ranks were also filled with ogres, their bulging muscles rippling beneath their tough hides, and demons, their twisted forms exuding an aura of malevolence.At the head of this fearsome army was Lady Lyra and Lord Azazel. They sat astride undead horses, their skeletal frames draped in dark robes that billowe
Lance and his companions stood outside the city gates.They formed a line, shoulder to shoulder, ready to face the Devil King's army. On the other side of the battlefield, the Devil King's army stretched out, a massive horde of darkness and malevolence. Lord Azazel and Lady Lyra exchanged glances, their attention drawn to Lance and his companions. Lord Azazel's eyes roved over Lance, his expression unimpressed by his appearance.Leaning closer to Lady Lyra, Lord Azazel whispered with a hint of disappointment, "He looks weak. I expected more."Lady Lyra glanced at Lord Azazel, her voice calm but firm. "That's because he was beaten by Arthur. What do you expect?"Lord Azazel turned his gaze towards Lance, his fiery eyes locked onto him. With a voice that carried a mixture of arrogance and challenge, he demanded, "I am Lord Azazel, a demon lord and general of the Devil King's army. We have come for Arthur. Bring him to us, Lance."Lance assessed these two closely. These were the demo
Arthur held the Trident of Doom in his hand, its dark and ornate design contrasting against the light surrounding him. The trident emanated an aura of immense power, its wicked prongs shimmering with an otherworldly energy.Lance gasped in shock, unable to comprehend how Arthur had acquired the legendary weapon. "Impossible! How did you get the Trident of Doom?"Arthur met Lance's gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Fate has a way of bringing the right tools to those who need them. I'll explain later."Lord Azazel, still recovering from the lightning strike, slowly rose to his feet. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on Arthur. That lightning was no ordinary lightning, he thought. It was infused with unexplainable powers. "That's him," Lady Lyra spoke quietly, her voice tinged with wariness. "That's Arthur."Lord Azazel looked at her, his gaze piercing. He saw the tension in her eyes and knew that Arthur was the real deal.A wave of e
The air quivered with tension, causing unease among the Devil King's army and Lance, who watched in awe as Arthur and Lord Azazel engaged in their fierce battle. Lance's mouth hung open, his eyes widened in disbelief. "I... I can't keep up with their movements," he muttered, his voice filled with astonishment. The sheer speed and precision of their strikes left him dumbfounded. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Aria, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "So, this is the fight between a demon lord and Arthur."On the mountain region in the distance, Arthur and Lord Azazel continued their relentless clash. Their swords clashed with a metallic symphony, creating a chorus of ringing steel that echoed through the battlefield. Explosions erupted each time their blades connected, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.Amidst the chaotic symphony of battle, Lords Azazel grunted as he parried a particularly powerful blow from Arthur. "Is that all you've got? I expected more
That night, the city of Valoria was enveloped in a joyous atmosphere.The air was filled with the lively melodies of musicians playing their instruments, and the sound of laughter and merriment echoed through the city's square. The people of Valoria, were celebrating with fervor, relishing their triumphed over the Devil King's army.In the heart of the bustling square, Arthur was the center of the celebration.Throng of eager listeners, surrounded Lily, captivated by her heroic tale as she shared Arthur's adventures. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, she began narrating their extraordinary journey.Lily explained how Arthur acquired the trident of doom after defeating the Cursed Kraken. "When Arthur presented the trident of doom to the people of Aquaterra, they bowed before him, proclaiming him their rightful king. But Arthur turned down the throne," Lily said with pride. The awe on the eyes of everyone who listened was something to see. One of the listeners int
The Demon Lords surrounded the burnt and unrecognizable body of Lord Azazel. Their eyes widened as they stared at him in silence, their minds reeling from the extent of his injuries.Lady Marla spoke first. "His regeneration is very slow. These wounds... they have ravaged his body beyond it's limit."Lady Azaria added, her voice hinted with awe, "I have never seen a Demon Lord beaten this badly. Just how strong is this Arthur?"Lord Morok, aggressively turned to Lady Lyra, his voice filled with anger. "Don't mess with us. Are you telling me you two couldn't take down one man?""Lord Azazel made an agreement with Lance. If Lord Azazel were to be defeated, the Devil King's Army must retreat. Lord Azazel's agreement tied our hands. We couldn't break it. We had no choice but to retreat," Lady Lyra replied, her voice small and wavering. Lord Morok's fury erupted and he yelled and jerked Lady Lyra up by the collar. "That is bullshit! I can understand if Lord Azazel failed. He's the weake