The lining reign of the Queen score a brutal vengeance against the rivals, with the help of King Raven, her potential strength to threaten the enemies turned relentless. The monarchy in the league was charged to protect the isles from the quisling hands of Orbitaris, which they have made a frontier where people of Reviathan and Sicaris cannot cross.
The swimming destroyers of the cold, dark reefs set forth towards the northern isles of the World Shores. The dark shadows under the Elkmaine and Murdermares' stealth attack were piloted by warlocks and dark mages, surfing in the gray mist as quietly as possible. At the back of all the offensive battleships, acting as vanguard, there leads a royal boat where Queen Dester sat in a chair at the quarter deck and King Raven stood beside her, straight and fierce like a snake about to attack. The night is loaded, less than a quarter from the sundial and the hourglass.
The sea crates were merely crowded by a spine of stone, small waves struggling to reach their deck, and the outlying rows of isles with different distances are blurred, and hidden behind the gray fallen clouds. The immense bone-like structure of the two unswerving terrors skewers the shadow reflecting the sea. A strange sorcery they took upon use, regarded as a highly expensive deadly gift for the opposing country to petrify the tyrants of the World Shores. The warships move without a sound, they shine without a light, and they are feared through just being mentioned, even without in sight.
King Raven: You trusted them with all your heart, do you?
Queen Dester: Why would I not?
King Raven: Those people are born from necromancy, they practice dark magic once they started to speak. They worship evil gods and study books of the dead and yet~
Queen Dester: And yet they were set to finish the job. They are the mages who know who's mistakenly born in this world, using the power of death directly amongst people who don't deserve to live.
King Raven: We can provide them the free will to choose whether they surrender or take part in our alliance.
From King Raven's suggestion, Dester did not answer. The King's aggression was stricken with fear and there he propound peace, but the Queen denied the call as she got wounded, and scarred, she lost a dragon and a commander because of Oribaris' greed. Their mood is living in between madness, sadness, and fear. Voices were shaking a little, eyes are at the peak of alertness. The smell of the deep night ocean made some of the few crew gaggings, some of them approached to puke beside the deck, knowing that their distance from the enemy is close and their life is in a state of uncertain eternity.
When the time picks no other choice but to run freely, they do not halt as the mission must be accomplished before the dawn break apart again. From the point of the hour of the howling wolves or the midnight, they set an approximation of their arrival to the point of Sarimanok's waking or the early morning, as their version of the calendar had shown in their stone tablet held by the crew after the Queen asked for it.
King Raven: We should go there as fast as possible before the bird wakes. Because as soon as that happens, we are screwed.
Queen Dester: Yes, but I wish we got a Weathermancer here, they know how to make the weather dark.
King Raven: There is a reason why Dark Mages are called Dark. They are the wizards of ravens, minions of the night, a starlight of death, they call upon the shadow whenever they need to. So do not interfere with their duty, they know your tactics very well.
Earlier that night before the kin had set sail to the island that is reported to be conquered; Queen Dester had a chance to pick her reinforcement to fight against the nemesis across the border. The warlocks are already given as the captain of the ships and the dark mages as their weapon, but she did not pick the puzzle right as there are still gaps in her designed build. The sand within the hourglass is running, and the immediate response towards the traitors of the sea is desperate to be halted. Her troops took time to prepare and some of which are not available.
The ballistae, swordsmen, crossbowers, and mages practicing dark magic are set in her current alignment. Lastly, a few sea assassins of Reviathan are ready to plunge underneath the surface of another world to spill vile blood upon the waters and hear the voices of fortitude beyond the dead. As they rode the waves further up north before the legendary bird woke, the mist unfolded but the darkness never yield. The breeze of the night dances through their faces, the silent waves that are typically raging had turned into a whisper mourning of the dead. The sleeping mortals begging for the untethering discord of two countries with an undying desire of the island's essence to stop, but to bring peace upon the land that has been soaked in greed for thousands of years.
The intensity of their feeling worsen and even the Queen started to sweat. She reached for the King's hand to fill the skipping of her heartbeat, laying her head on his side. The Queen thoroughly ingested the comfort, and besides the little pain, she felt on her leg. She stood up from her seat with a slightly bent back, and there she saw what appears to be a deformed shadow of an undone fortress far north. Seen and lightened by the faint moon and the distant thunder clouds above.
Seen and lightened by the faint moon and the distant thunder clouds above [https://img.wattpad.com/1ca122b7a4afb2d207240b1cb1ce07346b521aea/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f555f6d7245565a715f75556c45773d3d2d313334383739333832342e313736366131396437646630343133313933353435323032353036332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Queen Dester: There! There it is Raven. It is the stronghold of the enemies under construction, we must destroy it before morning.
King Raven: Therefore, we must stealthily approach them to perform a surprise attack.
Queen Dester: We wait before the early star came shining. It is dark, and we'll get caught if they manage to cast a bright light toward the target.
A searing argument commenced gradually, but they stayed quiet as possible.
King Raven: It is stupid to attack at this moment Dester, you did not listen to what I said.
Queen Dester: It is the only way that we can attack stealthily.
King Raven: A dragon raid is another option, the noise of their flapping wings can make them do nothing but be cooked alive.
Queen Dester: They can hear us through that method~
King Raven: Regardless! Take a look around you! We are mounded with torch fire as the only source of light. How will we ever know that this is the right island that we are planning to attack? You said navigation is easy to comprehend, now what?
As they have assembled a strategy that must be followed, the orders earlier by the King are disobeyed and the Queen took herself as a strategist still after her incident, has taken charge of the standoff. Within the void of malicious blackness of the night, one of the dark wizards of the Murdermare that is lined middle in the vanguard cast a blue wisp upon its hand that swirled in the blowing storm wind. It is planned to cast the first signal before they go close to the fort, and so they spread out to form a circular warship formation before the standards of the sea assassins of the north. They steadily formed, one by one, all the empty torches that are equipped in the side deck lightened faintly, it appears like a blinking eye and immediately died again (to not expose themselves too much).
When the warships are all set in place, their projectile weapons' claws and triggers were engaged and the bowstrings are pulled down, storing the energy to fire the black bolt to their desired target. Then silence fell, and the early stars of the deep night came shining like diamonds high above the heavens. With a partial vision to navigate the location of the enemy's position, the crew in leather aboard the Royal Ship brought out a spyglass to fully gain access to their coordinates. The steadiness of people all aboard the ship is like shards of iron thorns watching the attack unfold, and then they aimed at the void sky.
The tip of the sharpened bolts ignited with black fire, a magic spell that touches an essence that explodes upon contact. It cast an orb of dark purple like a shining dead moon. When the phoenix of dawn rises from the distant volcanoes, the ballistae engaged and launched the enchanted bolts at the same time.
It goes high up above and when the bolts turn down to descend, the dark flame engulfed the deadly irons and the quarrel seeks in the heat of the enemies like ten successive shooting stars [https://img.wattpad.com/768261a69742617290fdc25b91215c148a000d0d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6c306a7869796f425735486d59513d3d2d313334383739333832342e3137363836333637363532333438323037313139323937333634342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
It goes high up above and when the bolts turn down to descend, the dark flame engulfed the deadly irons and the quarrel seeks in the heat of the enemies like ten successive shooting stars. They waited until the massive arrows had gone closer to the castle's shadow, but unfortunately, it seems they knew the strategy beforehand. The enemies deflected the projectiles from a blast of white light, and the shockwave drifted the bolts quickly right back at them without a predictive track.
Crew: A BARRIER!
One of the spy crew of the Royal boat witnessed a refractive dome that prevented the bolts from piercing the occupied expanse of the island. The Queen's been slapped by doubt and realization by the King's words, and so she approached the spy crew at the front of the boat that carries the glass of navigation to confirm their position.
Queen Dester: Are we on the right spot of attack?
She is trembling and the words that came pouring out of her mouth shiver like flaked ice.
Crew: Yes my Queen, we are attacking the right expanse. But I think they know are tactics before we engaged.
Her heart suddenly dropped, and her prediction and assumption is cruel and suspicious. She suspected that one of the members of the strategic planning sent a message towards the opposite side, and in her shaking fingers, the Queen counted the time when she must discuss with one of the sabotaging allies.
But then her eyes switched suddenly, as she should move and act as a warrior, and never be a weakness in the King's eyes. Above the keel of the royal ship, she descended into the dimly lit archers' room where one of the giant spears that got deflected slit through, killing four archers in a single row. She wasted no time mourning where their bodies were tainted from the pool of blood, and hurriedly gets the Sicarian Horn that she brought before the sailing. The ancient artifact swung devastatingly on one of the deck's wooden poles from the previous impact's ravaging waves. She snatched the horn as fast as she could, nearly slipping her way out of the shattered wood that created a massive hole in the side of the ship. When she left below the unveiled secrecy, the Queen saw that several ships that is been deployed are under siege, under the influence of flames as if the dark skies fell upon them, but they do not give up that easily. The sorcerers, mages, and warlocks are doing whatever they can to prevent the special battleships from crumbling and feeding the fish.
The healing flames are illuminated as a ring of white fire for the wounded people, the deep undead creatures are summoned from the graveyard of the seafloor, the bodies fell and the blood spelled is gathered to fuel their dying strength while figh... [https://img.wattpad.com/66a03fad3eab9ad33126db1815ff10a2134eb465/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5069624c454d7667777457714b673d3d2d313334383739333832342e313736623735646361353638376235643634393633363935363539312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
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The healing flames are illuminated as a ring of white fire for the wounded people, the deep undead creatures are summoned from the graveyard of the seafloor, the bodies fell and the blood spelled is gathered to fuel their dying strength while fighting the unknown dark terror that is unleashed from the island itself. All black magic resides within the Book of the Dead where the Queen heard them; it was rumbling, and simultaneously, it became horrifying and senseless to listen.
Queen Dester: Raven! Raven!
She shouted and sought in the darkness that is lightened by blinking sorcery. When the Queen rushed into the shadows of war, she suddenly got tripped by the shrouds of the pole, and above where she lay, she saw King Raven shooting arrows upon the crow's nest. Blue bubbles and smoke arise from the point of the arrow as he dips the shaft into a small cauldron.
King Raven: We should move forward! We can't win this battle without trying to step into their land!
The explosions muffle his voice, and the clashing of magic and the shadows of the flying enemy commenced for which all their abilities are cast upon it. On the creaking stairs of the deck, there approaches slow, an old man clothed in dark red. He stood towering over the queen and directly said from his cold breath.
Warlock: This was no man we are fighting, a massive being. This barrier won't allow us to attack the other side, and so to their perspective. But I guarantee the enemies know our presence is here already, so let the shields and swords be ready.
Queen Dester: Do you mean that we are not fighting the enemies yet?
Her confusion stirred widely across her eyes when the dark smoke that they are seeing lately is not magic that is cast by the enemies, but something else.
Warlock: No. And yet the mortals like us disturbed nature, one of the deity's possessions.
Queen Dester: Then, what was it? Tell me, Warlock!
Warlock: A Morluna, also known as the Sea Bane. A gigantic elemental of the oceans, a demon that is created by the souls of the drowned. I'm afraid that steel cannot petrify that thing, but magic, unfortunately, can run out in no time.
In desperation to survive, she blew the heavy ancient horn on her accord, right in front of the warlock without any questions. The strong vibration seemingly splits their ears and shook the waters around them and suddenly, the casting of sorcery and the iron boats that are loaded with knights are halted. And it is all quiet in the ocean of the World Shores. The eerie sound of the wind blowing made them shiver in fear, even the queen dripped a cold sweat from her forehead as if the whole world just shuts down. Is the elemental that the warlock said blocking their way to breach the island gone, or is it?
The sea trembled and began to rise as if a mountain is about to be born. The distant battleships that are tainted with fire are separated from their spot, going smaller until it was hidden behind the bulging ravage of the ocean. The screams of people, crew, and the like of mages are deathly horrifying. The screams worsen when they see the shadowy figure of one of the most massive elementals they ever saw.
The screams worsen when they see the shadowy figure of one of the most massive elementals they ever saw [https://img.wattpad.com/6d7281342af60cef2e807124fa08853c682c0b36/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f2d73556b4a627733357a526b73773d3d2d313334383739333832342e313736623761353461623738366165303535323235353031323934382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The creature is coiled by a mass of dark waves that slithers through its base and onto its neck. The demon which they call the Morluna towered twice the height of the castle from its back. The lengthy arms made of water plunging through the ocean created ballistic tsunamis simultaneously, creating more parallel tension between the battle. The elemental abruptly morphs its head, turning it into a shape of a bull with horns sharp as spires of stone. And its hands, covered with shining seagrasses and a hard shell, summoned a trident, thrice its size.
Queen Dester felt the urge to join the King above the dark nest, but when her idea spawned quickly as a thrown dart, the boat that she is standing on swung violently when the trident hits a nearby stone islet. The giant iron of thorns rang as a dozen grand bells shattered into pieces, and the blast clattered millions of water shards coming from the black clouds. The rain it summoned seemed to be a flight of many arrows plummeting down the ocean's surface. Their ships' strength sustains its defensive capacity against the creature's magic, but some of which that is known to defend the living sunk into the deep waters.
Queen Dester: For god sake! They should've heard the call immediately!
As death slowly approaches, she began to possess the soul of anger for the ponderous sworn swords that promised her to leap out of the tight spot. The first blast of the horn manifested no presence of the receiver, whereas she expected a backup of reinforcement will arrive at the time of the blast. The planned auxiliaries are the first batch to sail and hold their hiding position nearby the target island, but there was no response even after the elemental revealed itself.
King Raven: That horn has no use here anymore, the troops are chosen for the opposing enemy! Not this!
After leaving the high nest, the King is damped and weary, shaken by a heated fear over and beyond the sea entity ravaging the waters to separate them.
Queen Dester: Your swords, arrows, and shields are not in charge of this, Raven. But, before long I fixed a plan with Commandant Hallery to organize battle dragons similar to the number of your ships.
She impressed Raven by showing a smirk, but care on her lips was absent. The Queen strategized first stronger assistance in the time of unexpected crisis. As the sun is near to its shining, the Morluna's appearance can be seen, but not at ease as it still dances to the music of their sorrow. The number of battleships that are driven by warlocks and dark mages is decreasing. Two of the Murdermare at the West flank sunk, and the planks of the northern ships that are behind the targeted castle were washed ashore.
King Raven: What are we going to do now? Wait until we go down to the other ships as well!?
Queen Dester: Perhaps we might as well take whatever Morluna has to give!
King Raven: Morluna? Wha~
Queen Dester: It's the name of the elemental as that old man said. From what I've observed and heard from that old man, Morlunas are the demons of the ocean. Many of them are used to protect the oceans, which is their habitat, not ours.
While she explained calmly to the King, the heavy breathing of the Raven halted and the emotions reciprocated, while the Morluna is silent as if it was listening to them. The glowing white eyes of the bullhead-shaped water elemental gazed at them. Then it spews out cold smoke from its nostrils, blowing like a sudden blizzard spreading in their direction. She whispered her desires to the King, fearing the guardian of the waters is listening to their conversation.
Queen Dester: So, listen to me. We keep quiet, take and suffer whatever that thing might bring to us until our dragons come along...and destroy it.
As she left the water elemental unnoticed and seize the world through the calmness of her loving breath, she began to greet the peace in the King's cold hands, as though the winter is the safest place she can be. In a robe of battle where the shining guardian veils in the clouds of thunder, the sound of thudding and flapping came suddenly. The water rushes back from the monster and it boiled, steam came levitating from its slope and is ripped apart by the flames of the Queen's treble. The blare upon the horn for which the Queen Dester had sung, revived the wails of the dead Amphithere below the graveyard of the restless waters. Then the roar of revenge blasted as if the sound barrier shattered into pieces, the black blood of the dragon that plunged into the City's heart had been spilled from the fire breath of Egareth's hatches.
Then the roar of revenge blasted as if the sound barrier shattered into pieces, the black blood of the dragon that plunged into the City's heart had been spilled from the fire breath of Egareth's hatches [https://img.wattpad.com/a85c9ef4bcb3c4a0c3d299f250e81f0e65e4791f/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f337053776a6b78324479484775413d3d2d313334383739333832342e313736656439613061383736626561363836383339323631393033382e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The swarm of the flying beasts has been counted, six different types of dragons have been unleashed from the night sky and terrorizing the elemental with the sheer mystic power of their magical breaths. The dragon that is born from the tempest of battle surges multiple lightning strikes toward the elemental's eyes to blind it with illumination. The flames that are crafted from the shards of the dragon's belly evaporated the thick lining of their skin, and into the flesh of the monster that is conducted by electricity; intensifying the rupture. The commands of the dragon riders echoed within the battlefield. The orders of the dragon's master quickly obeyed, and that reciprocation of strength breached their way and take the guardian away from the borders of their targeted castle.
There they faced the dark castle that is hiding from the steam of the vanished monster. The battle took hours to cease and the radiance of the sun started to peak in the curvature of the vast surface of the ocean. A black mist came from the undone portcullis of the castle, and a slow mysterious smoke came twisting and turning uncontrollably towards their position. The warlocks blew a quick single blast of retreating command, the remaining mages that survived obeyed and the burden of controlling the other ships that lost a piloting crew is in their hands.
Queen Dester: The smoke is coming from the castle itself, though the structure is not burning.
She bawled to the King softly.
King Raven: Is this saying that all the suffering we took is a gift of nothing?
He hissed whispering, wearily breathing and his legs unstable to the calming of waves.
Queen Dester: Yes, unless that smoke indicates a message towards us.
King Raven: We'll never know if we don't go.
King Raven rushed in the Captain's stead where he interrogated him. The Queen tries to hastily approach the two but the King's words are already brought to conformity. She saw him draw near the brass bell that is attached to a cotton rope and rapidly rang the bell in a distressed manner. When the bell echoed, the rows of oars beside the ship thrusts their way forward, ramming the dark smoke that is getting thicker within their reach. Despite the fear of inhaling the dark gas, the damping of such smoke felt the opposite upon their skin; it is cold and comforting. The smell is indeed such a high price for a perfume, identified as the smell of the lily of the valley.
The fragrant fume devoured the royal ship whole, and Dester saw that the battleships that are rushing backward are now following the trail of the smoke. The smell snatched their ability to penetrate outside it, and the daunting doubt of one message made the Queen feel that it was something else. So, she bolted to the King that is seeking his way off from the smoke and shouting.
King Raven: HALT! HALT THE BOAT GOD DAMN YOU!
The orders received are disregarded by the captain and the sailors that heard him. Instead of bringing out the frenzy of temper, he rang the bell several times while shouting at the top of his lungs to halt the boat; but not a single person listened to him. The boat seemingly got quicker as they passed through the bizarre cloud. Only the King and Queen noticed the danger and everybody else got puzzled at first and became a slave of the smell. When the shining light of the ascending sun punctured the thick smoke, they saw something at the distant front, a thing that send a shiver through their souls in eternity.
There were three floating black figures in the sky, and upon seeing their presence made the smoke fade away as if it declined to touch their existence [https://img.wattpad.com/955597b441868355a96051f8bc50f353e3b7b554/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f464c456472636432775946724d413d3d2d313334383739333832342e313736656562393265623035656337393339303332303230343132352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
There were three floating black figures in the sky, and upon seeing their presence made the smoke fade away as if it declined to touch their existence. Everything else around them is the gas that never touches a space of a sphere, and the royal ship within it. The mumbling sound of their aura is deafening. The fragrance is switched into a vile stinking carcass of something dead, then the source of that smell is revealed, and the faces of horror are unmatched by what they have seen.
Their hands cast a telekinetic ability to reveal three dead bodies that emerged from the ocean. The bodies appeared mutilated, one covered with numerous arrows, and there is one that is slashed from flesh to the bones. After the corpses of the fortress are shown, they are thrown from the shadow figures' force, and one of them, in the middle of their alignment that is carrying a sword of mist moved aggressively forward and mouthed a deep rugged voice.
Gatekeeper: From the calibration of strong stones in three, raised from heights beyond counting, the secrecy of the alchemists in the open heart of a small town is been compromised, and we are glad to be the earliest lamb to take it.
He then took the glass containing the said compound from the handle of the dark sword and continued.
Gatekeeper: The mission we took is accomplished with the help of our masters beyond the land upon you. Make provisions and pray, as the madness made from the setting sun is been born. An immense power within a single glass can make the borders of your Kingdom turn into a massive prison.
They stood unblinking, and uncertain whether to breathe or scream. The horde carrying the banners of the southern forces is trying to process the puzzle that has been told. Without time to counter the statement and spill the arrows and steel of valor, they noticed something petrifying that surrounds the royalty. A black tentacle rises from the deep and slowly takes and breaks the side of the ship, slowing them down as they desperately try to escape the sticking grapple. But luck heard their prayers and the dark summoning vanished into a black mist.
The moment they got out of the darkness, the sun shone bright and hope comes along their sail. In the last call, a strong voice can be heard inside the dark gas; a plain warning from the 'gift' that they mentioned and left abandoned.
Gatekeeper: The dead helped us be reborn from sin!