“Hmph, look at daddy, see his muscles? You should hope that you can grow strong like me!” the father tries to impress his son, but the little genius is absorbed in a book he reads. A battle between two brothers since long ago. Whether it’s myth, legend or truth, the boy admires those two more than he does his father at that moment.
The armies were shocked for a moment, Kalagon’s appearance changing the uproar of the soldiers, into whispers of silence. With a single breath, Kalagon could kill hundreds, if not thousands. But at the front, unwavered, with a will that could shatter mountains and stop the world in place, Hran looks the beast in its fiery, black on red eyes. Kalagon sees no fear in him, nor the slightest movements in his light. “Ooh, what a brave little creature,” his tone dropped a couple octaves, while his neck stretched in wonder. “I recall you fondly, you stood at the back, with those two,” Kalagon looked at the centre, then back of the army. “Young, but troublesome, that’s you humans.”.
Amel wasn’t surprised by his appearance, he was expecting as much, he was trying to figure why then. If the purpose was to kill as many of them as possible, then having five of the First Six in one place, would only prove at best troublesome for Kalagon, and deadly at worst. The one who noticed first, was Femel, as Hran was too close, and the others didn’t have his sharp eyes to see from afar. On the back of the beast, a tall figure with long white hair stood. Femel pointed it out, and Kinak saw him, the Foolish King.
Uel, Eve and Elde saw him too in that order. Amel couldn’t see much of anything, but could tell from Eve, who stood not too far from him, and her light, that whatever or whoever it was on the back of the beast, set a great upset on the battlefield. Hran noticed the Foolish King only when Kalagon moved his body slightly, to look better at those at the back. He didn’t waste a moment, and with a crash of the ground, Hran leaped high above the ground and towards the Foolish King. He first tossed his sword at him, slicing the air around it. Kalagon reacted in a snap and caught the sword inside his mouth. However, he spat it right out, the sword drawing his heat to a deadly degree. With his head out of the way, Hran equipped his gauntlets. Standing at a bit over seven metres tall, with long, snowy white hair, pale skin, golden eyes, muscles that rivalled that of Kinak and a face clean of a beard, the Foolish King glanced in Hran’s direction. There were three gems on each gauntlet, pairs of the same colours. Red, blue and white. The red gems produced a light their own colour, then melted into the gauntlets, giving them a flaming pattern all across. The Foolish king turned his way, his black cloak was covering his fine, white and red clothing beneath. Hran came crashing down upon him, the Foolish King extended his left hand, and with a large boom, Hran was stopped a mere distance away from his hand. Around the Foolish King, a veil of light stood.
Hran backed away, as the gauntlets were in effect, and after he was away, an explosion occurred. The Foolish King had a blank stare, which then turned into slight wonder. And, with a soft, yet haunting voice he said “Curious things, those gauntlets of yours.”. Hran clenched his teeth, letting the light course through his body, enhancing his muscles to a higher degree. “Oh no, I’m afraid we cannot enjoy ourselves yet,” Hran didn’t wait for anything, and once again leaped at him. Kalagon stood in his way, so he punched him with his left, the teeth which tried to snap him in half, blown away first by the hit, then by the explosion. This unbalanced the Foolish King on his back, trying to find his footing. Hran took the occasion and was once more upon him. Like before, Hran hit the veil of light, and nothing touched the Foolish King, who was balancing on the beast’s back. “Your Majesty needs a bit more than this, if he, the Mighty, hopes to touch me, the o’ so Foolish one,” after he spoke, the Foolish King let go of his veil, and gathered the light inside of the palm of his hand. Hran saw where his aim was, and put his gauntlets up to guard his face, the sphere of light inside the Foolish King’s hand, travelled through the air straight, leaving a trail behind as if it was a ray, and hit where Hran had defended. After it hit, similar to Hran’s gauntlets, except it was immediate, an explosion occurred and Hran was blasted some hundred metres back.
“This is not the time,” Kalagon seemed to remind the Foolish King. “I will preoccupy them, leave and do your part,” the Foolish King exchanged a look with Kalagon, then jumped off his back, and started walking back to the city. Hran appeared from below the grounds. Kalagon tried to stomp him with his back leg, but Hran was a tad faster, rushing after the Foolish King. Kalagon didn’t heed him any more attention, and turned towards the armies of people, who were trying to back away before the fire erupted and burned them alive. Kalagon laughed, “Tremble little rabbits, your doom is near.”.
Amel had watched enough of it unfold. Eve was supposed to stop him from acting out of his own will, but she was gone once Hran had attempted to kill the Foolish King. Amel wouldn’t have cared anyway, since he had plans of his own. Seeing as Kalagon would probably sweep away a good portion of his army, he decided to first deal with the beast. Omega would take a while before being there, so he had to make use of what’s available. He willed his eight thousand strong constructs, and before Kalagon had the time to unleash the fire, they were all working like ants on a large insect, to climb and try stabbing through the thick scales however they could. Kalagon shook its body, irritated by them, but the constructs were holding with the strength of limbs which couldn’t crack or break so easily. “Send the order for Hran’s armies to advance,” Amel commanded to a narby general. He tried to protest, but since the First Six were more fixated on the Foolish King and they stood there without getting any orders, the general did as told. “Tell them to move close to the sides, where my constructs came from. And no matter what, they shouldn’t look back unless told so,” the general didn’t know his reasons, but obeyed, as Amel had proven himself in battle before.
The ten thousand men of Hran’s army were running by the sides, as Kalagon struggled against the constant assault of the constructs. He would manage to shake a couple dozen, then a few hundred more would jump on him. Even for him, the weight of all the metal and wood that was gathering on top of him, was becoming cumbersome. “Enough of this game,” Kalagon roared. He extended his wings, as if to take flight. But Amel could read him clear, the hole inside his wing was still not healed, he was trying to make him retreat his constructs before they would be scattered around. Kalagon, however, flapped his wings in front of him instead, hundreds of men fell on their back with the blow of the wind. And, while down, they saw the sky darken, then nothing, as they were crushed by the beast’s weight. Kinak and Femel were those in direct line to Kalagon. Kinak took the boy, tossed him far away, then jumped out of the way, into the running crowds of soldiers, as Kalagon once more trampled all over them.
Kalagon raised his head after the second toss, and saw Amel, not too far away from him. The little boy was smiling. “You are a fool for not burning me while you had the chance, little fat beast.”.
“Do not worry, little man, your death is sure to-” before he could finish, the earth started to shake violently. Not even Kalagon could hold his own, tumbling to a side and killing a few dozen more soldiers with his weight. The armies, as they were trying to regroup elsewhere, also fell down. Where Hran was, his feet were stead, so were those of the Foolish King, who stood before him, both looking at each other. Eve shortly arrived behind Hran, the Foolish King didn’t notice her until then, as she bent the light around her to a high level, making herself virtually invisible.
From the back, where Amel stood, a great shadow was cast upon the battlefield, as Omega arrived in a long leap run. Amel was steady on his construct, that was adjusting its movements so it wouldn't topple and fall. “Fools bunch together I suppose,” this was Amel who spoke, without the light infusing his mind for a few moments. Those who allied with the Foolish King were the same as him in his eyes, beings worth nothing more than to be trampled and killed by him. Kalagon filled his lungs with fire, but before he could spit, Omega clasped his mouth shut from behind with its hand. The fire had nowhere to go, so it went off inside the beast, who was struggling against the grasp, pulling away, but Omega’s new hand was an improvement from before. Its joints were made of the metal from the three hundred constructs Amel left behind to fix it. “This is it!” Amel cried, “All armies advance, lay siege upon the city!”. His voice couldn’t be heard too far due to the noise all around, but those closest managed to hear him, and passed the word to the others. Kinak, Uel and Elde had to wait for Hran to reach the wall with his armies in order to advance their own. But seeing as Hran has stopped at the middle, where the Foolish King was, perhaps this was the opportunity to deal with him before he could even reach the city.
The actual reason was, Amel wanted to launch his attack upon the city with his constructs, and kill the Foolish King himself with the Prima he had sent to assassinate him. Though, even with the marchin armies, the Foolish King took his time to speak something with Hran. He would’ve liked some ears there, but his hands were tied with Kalagon.
Where Hran, Eve and the Foolish King were, the winds swept across the once green, then dead and desolated fields. “It is time to stop, Mounel,” Hran said, his fists tightening, as the effect of the red gems were getting stronger. “How much more death and destruction, before you realise the evil you accomplished?”.
Mounel looked around him, up then down, “Perhaps just a bit more, until the ground and skies have been burnt too,” his words made Hran angry, while Eve stared with animosity at him. He switched his glance upon the armies rushing behind, Kalagon struggling against Omega. “You should take them all and leave, before I decide to not let any of you do so,” his threat prompted Hran’s fist upon him. The explosion followed after, stronger than before, but still nothing. “Do you know what wisdom is, Your Majesty?”.
Eve responded instead of hran, “That which you do not possess, Mounel,” her eyes glowed with light, sparks erupting from there. “Now please, let this be your last moment, die before you’re desecrated by the force of our armies,” she then extended her hand, and, to Mounel’s seeming surprise, he was on his knees. “You may think you’re in power, Mounel, but that is not something you could possibly understand in your short life.”.
Hran hit with both fists from above, and he met the veil once more, but less resistance. Eve could use her light to open, or tighten the flow of light someone would receive. This was usually used by her to heal and help those which had little control over their light, while in battle, this was a deadly weapon. Once she was close enough, only physical force could stop her from using her light. Hran hit again, then again and one once more, the veil was down by the fourth strike, as the needed light couldn’t be provided, and with the fifth, he could hit his body, feel the meat and bones on his gauntlets. Mounel was sent up, then crashed down, an explosion enveloping him and blowing his limbs in other directions.
“This is simply the extent of your powers, and this is w-” Hran couldn’t finish, his arms started to weigh heavy on him. Even saw her brother get on his knees, while the Foolish King rose back up, his limbs regrown, as if they weren’t missing to begin. She extended her hand once more, but like Hran, she fell to her knees, weakened. This wasn’t like her ability, her mind and body suddenly were without light.
“To answer what I asked, wisdom is the knowledge of power and how to use it,” he approached them, took Hran by his neck and held him high above, tightening his grip on the thick neck of the giant king’s body. “And I know how to use it,” Eve realised what he did to them, and with a sudden surge from within, she managed to grasp onto her light once more, constraining Mounel’s own again. It wasn’t enough to stop him, but enough to make him let go of Hran. “You are just as troublesome as I am,” he extended his hand, and soon, Eve’s youthful beauty was being drained from her. Hran couldn’t allow it, and with a slam to the ground, the blue gem melted into the gauntlets, painting them a powerful blue. Mounel got distracted by the sound of Kalagon being pinned to the ground by the constructs, and the armies running towards him. When he looked back down where Eve was, neither she nor Hran were there. “Very well, we shall see each other soon enough,” he brushed himself off, then he walked like before towards the city.
Riders behind him were close to reaching him, but the monsters on the walls let go of their machines, and soon stone and bits of metal were flung across the field, the riders dying as fast as they were rushing in. “Form a line! Don’t rush ahead, and shields up!” Uel ordered her army. Kinak followed suit, and a line of soldiers were built. While she was giving orders, Hran and Eve were at her side, she didn’t notice it, but she saw the trail of burnt ground from behind Hran. “What were you two thinking?!” she wanted to give them a word, but seeing Hran, then Eve, she knew there was no time. “Elde is to the right, hurry.”. In a moment, Hran disappeared once more.
Where Amel was, Kalagon struggled more so than before. Omega kept his body to the ground, while constructs were searching for soft parts to start injuring the beast. Aside from cutting at his wings, there weren’t any good spots to inflict injuries. One of the constructs found a softer point in his head, but even so, the scales were still too thick and resilient. “How do you kill something that is hard to kill,” Amel amused himself while standing ten metres away from the beast. Kalagon enveloped himself in light, which then turned to flames, but was then punched by Omega, diffusing his concentration, and thus the light. “So you surround yourself with light, then light it up on fire, smart,” Amel stepped closer, placed his foot on its nostril, looking straight into his eyes. “But I’m smarter little thing,” his eyes glowing ominously with light. While Kalagon had run with his tail between the legs last time, he didn’t think that against this small human boy, he could feel even more afraid. “This is taking too long,” he grew tired, so he willed the Primas. Kalagon could see them with the corner of his eyes. These had a stronger light, and their weapons were larger, sharper. “I’ll have you skinned and made into a suitable mantle by the end of this day,” Amel promised.
At the centre, where the armies where rushing from, Femel was riding with speed. He made his way at the front, where Kinak was. “Do you think we can still catch up to the Foolish King?”.
“There is no point,” Kinak responded, dodging a stone here and a piece of metal there. “Hran and Eve couldn’t take him down when they had him in front of them alone. I’m no fighter, and you can’t even measure up to me,” Femel frowned, but accepted the truth as it was.
“Then the siege begins I suppose,” Femel saw the thirty metre tall walls. They were made of grey brick, the stone which was supposedly as strong as steel, and behind it, something which made this seem impossible, livingwood. Their only hope was that Omega could bring enough of the wall down so they could make it inside, or that the constructs waiting north on the mountains could invade the city and deal with the monsters by themselves. Once they were below the walls, more and more soldiers also managed through. The armies were soon all against the walls, and huge nails were being hammered in the wall. They were going to climb by those nails up the wall. The monsters would of course impede them however they could, throwing rocks down below and anything they could find. Additionally, the flying units threatened to come and pull them off the walls, falling to their death.
“Bring them out!” Kinak ordered. From within the army, a few of Mou’s given constructs started to make their way. Controlled from Thranes by Mou, these constructs carried the light canons which Hran had made. The soldiers made their way, so it could both pass and not risk having the cannon kill them, as it had the chance of bursting from within. One by one, the canons were placed below the walls, to the sides of the nail ladders, where the soldiers were supposed to climb up from. As the monsters started throwing the rocks, the cannons started to fire, blasting portions of the wall, and the monsters with them. Once some of the grey brick was blown, the mystical wood would make its way out. They fired the cannons again and again, and even when the wood would be burnt to dust, it would grow in its place in mere moments. It showed how difficult the task at hand would prove to be.
Femel started to climb and nail more of those huge nails on the wall. The rocks which came for him, he would either brush to the side, sometimes falling on soldiers below, or grab them and throwing them back with twice the force it came down. Leading the group of ladder builders, Femel made his way to the top fast. Once there, he pulled his glaive from the back, and started to kill the monsters on top of the wall. “Follow him! C’mon!” Kinak cried, and the men were following. Arrows were flying from up there with the rocks, and they were shooting from further behind the lines at them however they could. Femel was distracting a good portion of them, and soon, they were on top. But, as they were fighting their way through, the flying units picked those which managed to climb up, and then tossed them down, killing them and others in the process. Femel fought off some of them, but he was being grabbed at from above, and attacked from the back and front. Seeing as he was along and the monsters relentless, he threw himself off the wall into the crowd of soldiers. He aimed for a pile of dead corpses. The landing wasn’t soft with all the armour, but he managed to be back down. “Good effort kid, but we’ll need more than that I’m afraid,” Kinak praised him.
“Figured as much,” he looked back where Omega was, still dealing with Kalagon who was struggling against its grasp. Amel has put to work the Primas on top of him, and were trying to cut through the soft spot. But even with their sharp blades, they couldn’t manage even to scrape them.
Kalagon managed to gather some of his strength, and in a flash, bursted with flames from around his body. This managed to loosen the grip of Omega, Kalagon immediately tried to once more twist around the construct, and crush it like a snake. But Omega was prepared, and from the old cracks it suffered, constructs made their way out, blowing at the joint segments of the beast, loosening its grip like it did with Omega. Omega grabbed Kalagon by the still broken tail, pulled Kalaong off its body, and slammed the beast on the ground on its back. “Can’t have any of that,” Amel told Kalagon, his eyes blinking as his mind came with a solution. “Since we can’t kill you from the outside, we’ll do it as Kinak did, and crush you from the inside,” then, with a jump, Omega crashed upon its belly. Twice its height and ten times the weight, a crushing sound was heard. While the scales were seemingly impervious to cuts and slashes, its organs were still flesh, and with Omega’s jump on him, the beast was dead. “A criminal and a dragon killer, what else will I become I wonder,” Amel amused himself, Uel and Elde seeing the beast no longer struggling.
Elde was helping Hran and Eve heal their wounds, but those were more than wounds that they suffered. Given their old age, and need of light to supply their bodies with life, by having it taken away, even for a few moments, aged them by a lot. Hran was looking fine, but Eve had suffered the most, looking twenty years older, or for them, two hundred years older than she was prior. “This sort of power, this isn’t what the creator had bestowed upon us,” Elde spoke as she was doing what she could. The best approach she could find in the moment, was to use her light to fuel their bodies and mind.
“This is not something which our creator and their creator wanted. It’s something outside them, beyond the creators, something which wishes to destroy,” Kinak responded, stretching his older limbs. “Whatever it is, is of the most sinister nature, and it must be stopped at any cost.”. Hran made his way back into the front lines, going for the wall so he could attempt to climb it.
“I only wonder if there’s more,” Eve has said. Elde looked puzzled, “If Mounel was corrupted, could it be that the dragons were also?”. Elde realised what another force corrupting that which was good, could mean. It was true that humans and other beings haven’t seen evil, and rather have placed ‘evil’ values onto certain things. There were exceptions from the good, as it is from everything, but those were usually due to circumstance driving one into a dark corner, similar to Amel and Femel. Were there to be a force that purposefully worked against the creation, trying to kill all that is good, then a terrifying prospect was to befall the beautiful world of Erta.
Uel was at the front gates of the city, a large force with her were trying to destroy the gates. They brought explosives, corrosive substances to melt through, and more, but none worked. The gates were reinforced with livingwood. The material proved such an issue, that they were no longer sure if it was possible to enter the city. Then, Amel started to make his way with his constructs. Riding his Mover, he had a presumptuous way of being, that made the First Six want to knock him off and teach him some manners. The soldiers were making a path for him, his Primas and the other constructs, Omega standing at the back of the lines. “I suppose you don’t mind me helping you a bit, my Lady” his sarcasm was palpable, but Uel couldn’t hate him for it. The eight Primas with him, made their way to the front, followed by Snatchers which had explosives in their little arms. “You should move the armies to the sides, we’re going to be a bit careless from this point onwards,” Uel ordered her men to make space. Omega still didn’t move, waiting for something else.
The Primas started using their multiple limbs to climb up, the Snatchers following closely behind. Anything that was thrown or shot at them, was deflected or destroyed by some of their limbs, protecting the Snatchers too. The Primas made it swiftly to the top, and the monsters tried to destroy them, but their force combined was able to hold one of the First Six back, the monsters were nothing more than moving targets for them to kill. The Primas then jumped down from the gates, and with the Snatchers, blew up the bulk of monsters. In just a few minutes, the Primas managed to open the gates. Fighting the monsters, the Primas made their way into the army, as the soldiers started to push against them. Omega moved once the gates were open. A lot of soldiers weren’t able to move out of the way, trampling them under its feet. “I told you to keep them to the sides,” Amel told Uel, who couldn’t believe the way he discarded their lives.
“Are you insane?! Without soldiers you cannot win this war, you fool!” Uel snapped at him. Amel wasn’t perturbed though, his target was something greater, and a few humans standing in his way, he wouldn’t care if they died or not, they were an impediment, so he walked over them. Uel saw that there was no talk to be had, as he was set to kill the Foolish King, and caring for others didn’t even come second. As Omega managed to breach through the wall, and into the city, it was intercepted by two monsters, about fifty metres in height. Omega quickly tried to get rid of them, starting with the one which stood at its left. But, the smaller yet stronger monster, stopped its blow, and began to launch quick, precise and strong attacks. Each of them stole away from Omega’s light, and cracked its stone in places.
Amel wasn’t expecting such monsters to be in the city, but given the display of strength which the Foolish King had put up for them, it didn’t come up as a huge surprise. “I suppose I do need a hand after all,” Amel looked at Uel.
“You better repay all those lives you just took,” she made her way through the crowd of monsters and humans, and met face to face with the giant monsters. The one at Omega’s left grabbed Omega’s leg and made it fall on its back. Uel climbed up Omega, and running up its leg, she grabbed onto the monster’s chest, and let herself explode. The blast melted the monster’s chest, making it fall to the ground. The Primas also made their way to the monster that was stealing Omega’s light, and started to cut at its legs. Then, as the monster tried to take them off, two managed to reach its neck, slashing it open and letting the blood pour out.
On the side of the wall, where Femel and Kinak were, the monsters were getting fewer and fewer. Soon, the two of them made it to the top, and saw their forces invading from the front gate. Femel started to cut them down like before, the air units being after them. Kinak caught them in his hands and squeezed them to death, but more would come. Kinak looked down, “Spray those arrows” he ordered. A volley of arrows followed. Kinak covered Femel with his back, arrows managed to strike him, but his healing was fast enough where it wouldn’t be an issue. Femel gave him a look and a nod, acknowledging him. Kinak simply wished to have him alive for when he would be judged for his crimes, but also had some of his parental instincts pushing him to take the action. He didn’t like it, but through the war, Kinak was growing fond and attached to the young boy.
As they started to cut and manage their way on top of the wall, more troops from behind managed to climb up and secure the place on the wall. The forces at the gates were still struggling some, as Omega soon was confronted with more large monsters, and Uel and the Primas had to deal with them while their soldiers were met with a constant assault of arrows and enraged monsters. In all this, Kinak looked towards north, where the looming castle stood atop the mountainous hill. This would normally prove as a disadvantage, especially given the way the city was structured, but with the constructs soon to be unleashed upon the city from behind, the hill would serve as a high, thus closer, point for the constructs to aim and climb atop.
In order for Amel to give the command for those constructs to come, more of the monsters would have to come and confront them.There were still a lot hiding inside the places built along the road, and more inside the walls that surrounded the castle probably. While Amel’s construct were efficient in dealing with the monsters, it would still take some time for them to deal with the troops inside, and if that were to happen, then those at the gates would start to shift their attention inside, and Amel’s constructs would get overwhelmed. In order to avoid that, Kinak looked at Femel, and thought that ‘Let’s see if the boy deserves his place next to us after all,’ and without warning, Kinak took Femel by his clothes. He looked him in the eys and said “You better make us proud, boy” then threw him through the air, towards the hill where the castle stood at. He dropped the glaive when he was grabbed, falling on the grey brick below.
Femel didn’t have the time to respond, and soon found himself flying across the city. His bones creaked a little when the force of the launch pushed him. Kinak was impressed by that fact alone, as he would’ve expected for his back to break shortly after he threw him. Amel could see what happened from one of his Snatchers. While he would’ve loved a word with Kinak, he first had to help his brother. He sent a small swarm of Snatchers. They were soon attacked by the flying units, but Kinak didn’t let them get close, grappling at the wall, breaking pieces of the grey brick with his light infused hands, and throwing them at the creatures. The pieces of stone became fast travelling projectiles, leaving a swoosh sound behind. Once they hit their target, there would only be blood a short bit after, as the rocks went through them too fast for the blood to show. Dozens of the units were taken down, and a few of his rocks went too hard through them, and took down some of the Snatchers as well. While it was a mess, Amel managed to catch up to Femel as his rapid passage through the air slowed down, taking a more vertical fall as he was at the middle section of the hill, three hundred metres away from the wall. The Snatchers grabbed him by the clothes, limbs and head, and broke off his fall, leaving him down. His glaive came with a slicing sound through the air, and then next to him.
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“My brother won’t be happy about this,” he told himself, not being enraged himself for being used as a lure. Then, not too long after he was down, monsters started to come from behind, where the castle was at, then the front, coming out of the many buildings to kill him. Before he had the time to take a stance, the large figure of Kinak appeared, crashing down on the hill. “Why didn’t your majesty take me with you instead?”.
Kinak straightened himself, cracks his knuckles and said, “It is hard for me to control my own strength when I have to use it like this,” Femel then noticing that his body armour was bent in places, towards the exterior, as his muscles forced their way outwards, and outgrew the armour protecting them.
“Very well, then what is the plan, and why are we here?” Femel didn’t understood the purpose of them being in the midst of the enemy. He looked around, and a circle was formed around them, the monsters seemingly aware of Kinak. “I figure the Foolish King doesn’t underestimate Your Majesty,” he was praising the giant man, his hands could be said to have rocks underneath instead of bone.
“He is a fool, but not an idiot,” Kinak took from his back a large hammer, the handle short. The head of the hammer was wide and thick. The stone from which it was built, was black like the black steel, and had indented cursive models going around. The handle was also peculiar, as it seemed made of molten steel, covered in straps of leather, revealing the metal in places. Once Kinak took a good hold of it, tossing it in his hand a couple of times, he strengthened his grip, and the models indented into it started to glow with light. “So we must ensure he doesn’t see through our plans, kid,” Kinak made a slight gesture, reminding him of Amel’s troops behind them. He then realised their purpose. Femel took the glaive from the ground, and bending his knees, taking a low stance, he prepared himself. “That’s what I like to see.”.
Amel understood the purpose of this spectacle, and sent his Snatchers above the castle. While he pretended to send them in order to take up in the air enemies or confront other air units, he was looking towards the castle, trying to see where the Foolish King was at. The towers didn’t give much inside, and the main body of the castle, had iron bared windows, covered by the same livingwood giving them trouble at the wall. “He’s preparing something,” he could tell. Whatever it was, the Foolish King was running on a tight time limit, as the First Six would soon be at his castle’s doors, and not even he could fight all five of them. Him being one who could match the First Six in strength thanks to his constructs, made it so there were basically all six of them. Seeing what happened earlier, and how only two of them were able to take him down to his knees and even break through his veil, it was safe to assume that at his current strength, all six of them would most definitely be able to defeat him. So, whatever he did inside, was going to bolster his power further. If that was the case, then he couldn’t allow for him to continue. The plan had to be enacted before the Foolish King was able to finish what he was doing.
But, in a cursed twist of fate, a powerful roar in pain could be heard from behind the armies. Both the monsters and humans stood in place. The constructs were trying to understand the source of the noise, while Amel could understand immediately. Kalagon wasn’t dead. Amel saw his light vanishing from within and out of his body, yet there he was, screaming in pain. Soon, the beast started to rush towards the city on the back limbs and crawling with its claws attached to his wings. They weren’t sure how, but the beast came back alive, something which shouldn’t be possible.
Amel ran through his head all the variants and circumstances, hundreds of thousands of scenarios built upon millions of factors, all connecting and interacting with each other. It came down to the Foolish King and his odd abilities. The fact that he could steal other’s lights, could also mean that he stole Kalagon’s light. If he did so in order to fool them of his death, then it worked flawlessly. What bothered Amel was, “How did he heal him,” as Kalagon’s organs were sure to be turned into fine paste after Omega crashed upon his body. The only thing which made sense in his mind, was if the Foolish King could use his light to also add to one’s own. If he could both steal and give the light as he wished, then this proved to be more problematic than thought.
Hran was still at the back of the armies, recovering with Eve. But, seeing the beast approaching prompted him back into fighting. Eve tried to stop him, but for her brother, nothing else mattered, the beast had to die or thier armies would get caught in the middle and be massacred before reaching their target. His gauntlets were still on his hands, glowing a stronger blue than before. In a flash, he had disappeared, and was in front of Kalagon’s rush. Kalagon had a rabid behaviour about him, snapping his mouth everywhere and his eyes were looking spontaenously everywhere. This wasn’t like the rational being he confronted back in Opeldes, then at the beginning of the battle. This was something which acted out of its own will. Hran didn’t care though, and as the dragon tried to snap him in half, he planted his teeth, leanded forward and catch him by the bottom and upper portions of its mouth. Kalagon pushed him a couple hundred metres, passing through the army of soldiers while doing so. As the bodies behind him were pilling up, once he was backed at the wall, both of them stopped. Kalagon tried to push harder, the wall behind Hran cracking, but Hran, showing a blue glow in his eyes, started to push back. With his feet against the wall, he took the first step in front, forcing the two hundred fifty tons heavy beast on its back feet.
“Force of evil which threatens my kingdom,” he took another step, and Kalagon couldn’t resist, geitting pushed as his mouth couldn’t close. “Who do you think you are to kill my kin?” his voice had a cold, calm tone to it, and with a few more steps, Kalagon felt the need to shake his head and try to escape, but Hran wouldn’t allow it, his hands keeping his head facing him. “All you do is kill, then run, but I won’t let you, not this time,” his eyes emitted a powerful blue glow, bolts of electricity forming around the corners and running through his skin towards the back of his skull. Hran tightened his grip on the mouth, a crushing force upon it which caved in the bones of the mouth. Kalagon gathered fire inside his chest, unleashing it upon Hran and the surroundings. Hundreds died by Hran’s sides, then, with a swing from below, a lightning had struck Kalagon’s head, as he found himself high up in the air like one of his kin would often be, but not of his own accord. As he turned a couple of times, Kalagon could see below the blue glowing eyes attached to a body in flames. Eve was close to Hran, healing his body faster than it burned, her light weakening with each passing moment, as the flames were so strong, they melted even the grey wall behind Hran, only the Livingwood managing to recover from the hellish fire.
Kalagon tried to regain his balance, then took flight with his healed wings, his mind seemingly getting back in place after the strike. But before he could, Hran ran up the melting wall, his steps leaving sparks of electricity behind, and with a flash of an electrical current, the giant man was looking as if he was swimming through the air, his hands and legs moving to keep balance. Kalagon once more unleashed his fire upon the man, but Eve kept her hold onto him, enhancing herself and Hran with light, her eyes letting out sparks, while her body fell to the ground, the strain taking hold of her. Hran reached the chest of Kalagon, and with a powerful, thunderous strike, a lightning erupted out of the beast’s back, reaching for the skies far above them. Kalagon’s body was stunned for a few moments, free falling towards the ground, Hran keeping a hold on him, and punching him four more times before crashing upon the wall, a lightning bolt following each strike. The crash was followed by two more lightning, dust and debris getting high up in the air.
The fire burning his body finally ceased, as the beast was once more put to silence. Hran could see the light that was flickering, almost dying. He wanted to kill him, but he knew who Kalagon was, as he once travelled in the lands of dragons, and was there when the prince challenged his father. He didn’t know the reasons as to why he was there, but killing him, could at worst lead to a war against the dragons. And given how strong just one of them was, just the Dragon Lords or Kilgon the Young would be enough to destroy what remained of their kingdoms after the war. Keeping it in mind, he couldn’t let himself kill the beast. Amel would've been a different talk, as he wasn’t a political figure, and technically unknown to the greater populace. While it would’ve been a hard debate, and some ties burnt in the process, at least it wouldn’t have resulted in war.
Amel saw that Kalagon was dealt with, Hran standing amidst the rubble of grey brick inside the city, the livingwood growing where it was broken. Hran was bare naked, some soldiers rushing to help dress him up, his flesh slowly recovering from the burns. The sight of the king standing atop the defeated beast, made Amel smile, even him acknowledging the feat the man has just achieved, and being happy that one of his foes were finally defeated. Although he wasn’t dead, Amel was sure he could find a more suitable way to his tastes to inflict punish upon him. But before any of that, he had to deal with the issues before him.
While the armies which were trickling inside were making good progress, it was still too slow. Kinak and Femel were fighting well on their part, the Snatchers helping however they could, and three Primas sent to assist them further. But there were still around two thousand monsters inside the castle, and those inside he buildings were safe to assume to be around three thousand. There was no more time though, the castle started to emanate a poweful, white glow. Something was happening inside, and the monsters outside seemed to get somewhate weaker. Suddenly, it struck Amel. The Foolish King’s ability to steal and give light as he pleased, also the armies of monsters which had unknown origins. While it was thought they were made from beasts and animals from all around, a more terrifying thought struck him.
With the new revelation, the ten thousand constructs upon the mountains began a rampant run down. Amel didn’t care for any more disguises or plans, the Foolish King had to be killed before it was too late, as he was assembling the lights of the monsters, or the once residents of the city, inside of himself. With such power to himself, he wasn’t sure if even the First Six and him combined, could defeat him.
The constructs never had experience descending a mountain, and while they could adapt as they went along, their run turned into stumbles here and there. Those behind would try to jump over and such, but to no avail, as soon, an avalanche of wood and metal began to descend upon the mountains behind the city. The entire battlefield could hear the constructs as they were breaking apart with their descent. Amel expected as much, and his constructs were adapting as he was expecting them to. While the avalanche continued, the constructs began something even more unnatural. As they took and fixed themselves along the way with whatever they could get their limbs upon. Each time two would break, another four would make use of its pieces and reconstruct themselves. Barely a couple hundred were lost in the avalanche, as once upon the north wall, they crashed and washed like a wave over it.
Those which didn’t manage to get over it with the wave, didn’t take a moment longer to start ascending, Amel infusing his mind to the utmost degree in order to perform all the actions as fast as possible. In just a matter of moments, five thousand were inside the walls, the rest starting to circle and climb from all the walls. The first five thousand advanced towards the gates of the castle and pushed, killed and threw the monsters inside out of the walls. Femel and Kinak took the opportunity and advanced towards the castle. In their rush, the monsters were getting slashes and pierced their bodies. While Kinak didn’t have much of an issue, Femel was losing blood, as he didn’t possess a light. Amel could see, as his constructs climbed all the walls, the danger which surrounded his brother. Thankfully, the three Primas made their way from behind, killing dozens in their run towards his brother. Once they reached the two of them, they surrounded Femel and protected him along the way.
Once all the constructs were inside the castle, they began to climb the walls. The sight was one to behold, as the grey bricks of the castle were painted in the brown of their wood and dark and folded steel they were built with. Some made their way inside, while the others were heading straight for the room surrounded by four towers at each corner, and stood above all else. The iron bars were pulled out, even the bricks were torn apart from the castle’s walls, as the constructs behaved in an almost animal-like way. The first constructs were inside, around fifty of them, before Amel could see what’s inside, his contact was cut off. “Even from that distance,” he was sure he wasn’t waiting near the windows, he was simply able to steal their lights from further away. This was a dangerous prospect for someone like him. “Very well, then” his eyes switched upon Omega, blinked a few times with light, and Omega started to push through the armies of monsters. While there were the large ones causing the construct trouble, the Primas started to act even more efficient, and each could take a large monster down by themselves. While they were adapting and evolving fast, it wouldn’t matter against the Foolish King if he could simply steal their light. So, once more constructs were inside, Amel took back their light before it could be stolen, then gave it back to them once they were down and more made their way. It was in order to confuse the Foolish King, and finally get a glimpse inside.
What he saw was a being more akin to the Apostle, Umshaow, than the human he saw not too long ago. The presence was overwhelming, and while he possessed a light, around his body, there was darkness. Amel found himself trembling once more, as the flashes of memory from his childhood came back to him. The constructs lost contact with him for a brief moment, and when the information of his memory inevitably made it as an exchange of information between them, the constructs started to act rampant. Soon, the constructs were punchind and tearing the bricks out of the castle in a maddening way. Omega itself didn’t respect Amel’s wish, and started to run across the city. Its steps made both fighting armies debalance, fall and some die under the weight of their comrades, their bones and limbs broken.
“Kid! Control that thi-” Uel tried to get to him, but he was visibly in pain and shaking. For a moment, the one who stood at the same height of power as them, and has led this war in the better direction, looked like the child he was supposed to be, not even, he looked like a small scared infant, who barely learned to walk. She realised that he must’ve gotten a look at whatever was happening inside the castle. She was sure he saw the Foolish King before, and saw him smiling. So something more terrible, far more than what the Foolish King was, was present inside. It explained why he rushed his army in such a manner. She took a deep breath, and shouted “Brother! Sisters!” her scream could be heard across the city and part of the fields behind them. “The castle! Now!”. Hran, Elde and Eve, none questioned her reason for calling upon them like that, they all rushed towards it. Some soldiers helped Eve get to a horse and straighten herself, they were her elites, ready to give their life at the twitch of an eye. Elde made her way from the back, while Hran dashed with currents of electricity behind through the swarm of monsters, killing them by the hundreds and clearing a path for Eve and Elde.
The generals took control of the army, as the First Six headed straight for the Foolish King. Up in the castle, the assassin which Amel had sent, the Prima, gathered all the information from the other constructs, the fact the Foolish King was able to steal their light, and developed a method of attack. Inside the room, there was the throne, once built only of stone, then the stone broken in places, fused with the bones of children and other humans he had killed. Amel was witness to the human which has attained a forbidden power, standing on his throne and looking down upon the constructs which invaded from all the sides. Breaking the walls all around and crawling like terrifying machines of murder.
Since the constructs could only communicate only through Amel in order to coordinate with each other, the Prima had to rely on its own adaptation to bring forth its plan of attack. There was the veil of light which continuously surrounded the king, his ability to steal light and give it as he wills, then the darkness which surrounded him. Taking all the facts into account, and building a suitable tactic, was easy for the construct. Bringing it to fruition, something which could’ve used a few more Primas. But since the Foolish King was still growing stronger, and it would take a few more minutes before the others would arrive, the Prima started its attack. It took a few other constructs and threw them at the king. The constructs couldn’t resist the Prima, and instead focused on hitting the Foolish King with all they had. Before they could make contact, their light was absorbed from them. The Prima estimated five metres, then added another five, to account for the first construct that entered through the window and got its light stolen. While it could be possible that the Foolish King was near the walls, it was more plausible that he was simply hiding his range, in order to fool it and draw it closer.
The Prima threw a couple more, the other constructs assimilating the information, and understood what was happening. In order to bring forth the will of Amel and protect him, the constructs rushed the Foolish King in order to provide necessary information to the one which had the best odds at inflicting injuries upon him. From behind, above, the sides and even below, all the constructs attacked by the dozens. The Prima witnesses as the Foolish King were able to deal with all of them in a flash, only those from below and at his back, managing to get closer. Once more constructs arrived, and soon thousands were atop and onto the walls of the large room, inside and outside, more tactics were employed. Throwing bricks, metal and their own limbs still infused with light attached to the materials, in order to create a blind spot for their attacks to hit him. But, the Foolish King let out short bursts of light from his palm, destroying the projectiles and taking away the light from the thrown limbs.
The constructs were learning, the Prima especially. The Foolish King looked at his surroundings, seeing as the constructs were reaching higher and higher numbers, he could assume they were already aware of what he was trying to do. So, straightening himself from the throne up, he took a step down, the steps made of crushed spines and bones of those which he killed. Once at the bottom of the stairs, the Prima broke a part of the wall behind it, and adjusted its distance. The Foolish King pointed at it, “You’re a smart one, different from the others,” the Prima couldn’t understand his speech, but knew it was trying to communicate with it. The other constructs started to approach him, while those unaware were getting too close and had their light stolen. “Those others ones, not as much,” he analysed the way these machines were built. There were groups of them, spread and intertwined with other groups. “Different kinds, with different purposes, which means,” he took a step closer, the Prima started to consider abandoning its position. As it stood, sending the information back would ensure the other constructs, the Primas especially, understood better how to deal with the Foolish King. But then it saw his smile. The constructs, the Primas especially, were made to not possess even the slightest feelings inside of them. Their complexity however, got so advanced over the course of the passing years, that even the slightest hint of an emotion, could ripple strongly. This effect was ten times as strong in the Prima, whose system was different from that of the other constructs.
The smile of the Foolish King, and the way he looked down upon it, the creation valued so highly by its master, made the Construct want to kill him as it was purposed to do, choosing the empowered feeling it got inside over the logic. It started by picking up the constructs near to it, and threw them at him. The Foolish King kept stealing their lights, while chasing after the cunning thing. He didn’t have time to waste, but this creation was proposed to kill him, the thousands present, were a trap laid by a mind which matched, maybe even surpassed his own. Whoever it was, the defiance brought upon him, made him want to prove a point. And in order to do that, he needed the precious body of this complex construct, which had a mind of its own he could tell.
The Prima circled around the room, the other constructs took the initiative and threw themselves at the Foolish King, trying to stop him. But their bodies only piled down at his feet, soon reaching the level of the throne as hundreds were being disabled. “How long are you going to run, little toy,” his words couldn’t be understood, but by the bored look on his face, the Prima could deduct the feeling from him. The Prima, while in a state of emotion, wasn’t going to simply throw itself at the Foolish King, it had a purpose of its own. And once he saw the constructs from behind distracting his eyes for a split second, the Prima hid below the bodies of the light emptied corpses of the other constructs. The Foolish King looked back, and no longer could see the Prima, further, the constant assault of the others, made it impossible for him to discern the light of the Prima from the others. His ability to steal light, he needed to grab at the strands of light, and while he was doing so with each and every single one getting close to him, there were still blind spots around him.
“Splendid,” he appreciated the adaptability of the construct. And, while the constructs continued to pour into the room, and their movements became slightly more complex, the Foolish King found himself overwhelmed by the five thousand constructs, reduced to three thousand in just a minute since the beginning of their assault. The Prima was keeping its distance by keeping in mind the image of the room how it was before. The precision and movement had to be perfect, if not, the very next moment, it would get its light taken away before knowing. And, as the constructs finally were able to pile on such numbers that the Foolish King found himself overwhelmed by their force, the Prima rose from below, six blades aimed to cut off his head. “There you are,” the Foolish King was able to spot it. He extended his hand, and before the construct’s light could be stolen, it cut itself off from it for just a fraction of a second. This disabled the Foolish King from taking hold of it, the falling body of the construct entering the proper range, only slightly off. The light returned to the body in an automatic response from being detached, and, with it, the blades of the construct were activated the very next moment. The slashes cut through flesh and bone, the Foolish King widened his eyes and stumbled back. It wasn’t enough, the neck still hang loosely by the smallest portion of the vertebrae. The construct realised there wouldn’t be time for it, and with a leap, it went back, the constructs pouring one after another.
While it took the Foolish King a moment and the constructs were getting inside his veil, the healing which occurred was beyond even that of the Lightborn, the construct was able to assess as much, given the amount of light which he must’ve possessed from all the constructs he killed. “Most impressive,” the Foolish King said as he took his head with one hand, placed it back into place, and with the other, continued the consumption of lights. “Now I need to know if there are more like you,” his veil expanded for a moment, throwing all the light infused constructs in all directions. The Prima didn’t need to know much, the Foolish King was strong enough to destroy it even without stealing the light, so it ran off through a hole in the back wall. “Not so fast, cunning one,” and with a dash, the Foolish King was going for it. The Prima assessed the most optimal path to escape, but all led to it being destroyed. So, in an attempt to preserve the knowledge, when the Foolish King touched its head, the Prima threw one of its arms outside the castle.
The Foolish King couldn’t notice, as the constructs kept coming in waves. A Snatcher managed to get the Primas arm, and went flying with it. From the south, the First Six were approaching, Omega stopped in its path by four thirty metres tall monsters, meant to keep the gates of the castle safe. The Snatcher flew all above the battlefield, arrows and stones thrown at it, the flying units trying to kill it, but being taken down by other Snatchers from behind. The light within the arm was dwindling, as it didn’t have the complexity necessary to hold the light and all of its information. Amel was still frozen, but, upon seeing his constructs running rampant, he regained his control. He enhanced his mind immediately, and then received all the information that started to flow from within the room and all around the city that was under siege. He had to enhance it further, as the complexity of all the things combined were building inside of him and he couldn’t manage it all in just the few short moments from his reawakening. Then, the Snatcher came through, witness to the combat between his Prima and the Foolish King. Once the information was received, he was able to see a path forward, a way which would allow him to win against the Foolish King, who was climbing to greater heights of power due to his constructs. Once he understood the situation completely, he willed all the constructs, except Omega, to retreat. Then, “Everyone present who can hear my voice!”. The sounds of battle were muffling his voice, but those on the wall could hear him. “Retreat at once, and don’t look back!”, this battle was no longer one which the soldiers had a place in, as the monsters were weaker by the moment, and the reason was apparent.
Seeing the strands of light that were revealed from the nexus at which they gathered, he could tell that the Foolish King was going to make himself into a lesser version of an Apostle, so he could deal with all of them. It was imposed upon the living beings that they couldn’t infuse themselves with too much light, as it would cause the body to be strained, same for the mind. But the Foolish King was bypassing that by consuming the light, instead of using it. Light is energy, and even if used, it will be released back into the world, then eventually into the Link. The Foolish King wasn’t using it, he was consuming it, his body acting like an empty void that could swallow everything, and never be filled. It was something the living things couldn’t possess, as it meant they would become hollow inside the mind and soul, causing an imminent death. The reason the Foolish King wasn’t dead was because his mind and body were still in place, while the soul was missing. In theory, the body and mind can’t exist without the soul, but if replaced by something else, something darker and sinister, then it would be possible for the soul to be missing, and the body and mind to still exist. Unconstricted by the soul, those two can start acting on their own. And since they lack a soul to drive them towards something more, to try to build upon that which is given, the mind seeks destruction, while the body wants power. With those, the Foolish King is created, and his insatiable hunger and thirst for destruction and power.
Amel listened to Uel’s words, and knew that if there were other, smaller armies of monsters that were lurking in wait, for the moment where they would be defeated and their king could start his march into the lands, then he would need their numbers after this fight. It was also a sense of duty, which started to grow inside of him, as piles of bodies of dead soldiers were reminiscent of that day long ago. The generals received the word from other soldiers, and the soldiers from one another, and soon, the invading force was retreating with the others. Forty nine thousand remaining.
The monsters kept their pursuit outside the walls, killing soldiers from behind. Amel had to leave them to their own capabilities, as the threat at the top of the hill at the back of the city was growing even stronger. Seven thousand of his constructs remained, the eight Primas, of which three at the castle, infused with the gathered knowledge. He didn’t have to move closer, so he stood atop the wall, from where he could see with his own eyes what would transpire.
Inside the castle’s walls, the remaining constructs have retreated into the city. They would then chase the monsters out of the structures, kill them and follow the armies that were retreating, so they could swipe the armies of monsters from behind, then join the armies of humans and catch them in the middle. At the castle, the First Six were all there, Femel between them. He felt out of place, but standing next to the tall, powerful figures, made him feel strong as well. They all looked up at the holed room where the littered bodies of thousands of constructs were. The Foolish King looked from high above down at the humans daring to oppose him. Then, following the stronger trail of light, he could see Amel, staring at him from atop the wall. A smile came on his face, then jumped down.
Hran was first to step up, gauntlets in his hands, the blue glow even stronger than before. Kinak, Uel, Eve, Elde and Femel were ready to attack the moment either of them twitched in sign to attack. They were face to face, Hran standing three metres taller, while the Foolish King had the ominous darkness emanating from within his body. “You chose to cast away your humanity, family, city and those which have allowed you to live,” Hran spoke with sorrow, his face in a painful twist, the two men looking at each other, the other, having nothing but destruction in his eyes. “May I know why, before we end things?”.
The Foolish King looked behind him, saw Femel who didn’t have a light. “That kid,” he pointed, “why is he next to all of you?”. His question didn’t seem to have its place. “Isn’t he someone who was cast aside?”.
“How would you know that?” Hran responded with a question of his own, trying to see where he was getting at.
“Since he doesn’t have a light, he couldn't possibly have had a good life. Stealing, maybe even killing and doing other acts of crime. Sinning against those which have made me and you, hasn’t he cast away those which I did?”. Femel looked around him, none of them gave him any pitiful look or tried to look sorry for what they did. They wanted to listen and engrave the words of the man that threatened humanity. “He had his reasons, the circumstances drove him where he is standing, even if they aren’t what you, the First Six humans and your makers have wanted,” the Foolish King extended his hand, trying to grab at Hran’s light, “And neither I want what you all want,” before he could catch it though, Hran disappeared. His eyes couldn’t follow his movements. While he fought against the hundreds of pouring constructs, he had no such issue, but with him alone, who stood taller and heavier than most, he couldn’t see one glimpse of him. Two blows to the sides of the veil, and lightning after. The Foolish King couldn’t see where they came from.
Before he knew, the Foolish King was having his veil be overwhelmed by the strikes, some of the lightning managing to get through. The others were watching. Femel didn’t know how to enter the battle, while Uel, Eve, Kinak and Elde wanted to wait until it was over. The Foolish King was amazed by his speed, then he expanded the veil, like he did before, but nothing was touched with it. While the veil could expand, it would also leave it weaker in places, and given Hran’s speed, he was able to test it as it expanded. With ten blows to the same exact point, he was inside. The Foolish King tried to grab at his light, but to no avail, as the blue gem inside his gauntlets, has been consumed to the utmost degree, Hran unleashing such ferocoius blows, that they shook the ground, lightning flying out everywhere, lasting a while, going across the ground around and melting the stone covered ground. While Hran had unleashed the full might of the blue gems, the Foolish King was healing back up faster than anything Hran could’ve imagined. Even so, he kept striking the king in the hopes that he would fall and he would have the time to cut off his head or blast it into nothing.
But, while the Foolish King was being overwhelmed, he was smilling. This made Hran enhance himself with light of his own, his blows becoming terrifying weapons able to bring down hills and kill the greatest of foes. Even so, the Foolish King kept smilling, his body seemingly arching back up. With each blow, stronger than the last, the Foolish King was healing faster, as more lights started to converge on him. Looking aroun, the dead bodies of the monsters were reverting back to their original human forms. The others First Six could see the fused together limbs, some which were of different, smaller or larger bodies. Some of the monsters were kids, whose bodies were destroyed and put together too many times to make sense of their features. Femel found himself disturbed to the highest level, making his skin shiver and his body feel fear for the first time in a long while. The Foolish King was also seemingly unaffected from the blows, as his body was then straight up, looking Hran in the face whenever he could, as he circled around and hit him from all directions.
Hran finally realised that wasn’t enough, so, with a last, large blow, he retreated. “Are they here yet,” he asked Femel, his feet still emitting the powerful electricity all around.
“Yes, they just arrived,” Kinak responded, and from behind them, the eight remaining Primas made their way into the castle’s inner walls. Crawling their way up the wall and coming from the entrance, the constructs looked like monstrosities, ready to rip into the prey before them. The Foolish King couldn’t help but smile, delighted at the sight of more of the opponent he had managed to defeat earlier in combat. These ones however, were stronger, more careful and watching for the slightest movements.
“Then we’re all here,” Hran stated, Omega looming over the wall, ready to bring down its fists upon the king who turned against his own kin. Hran knocked his fists, the gauntlets letting out a white, bright light, before they poured towards the end of the gauntlets, and there, they were starting to morph the objects. Once the morphing was done, the gauntlets spread inside the flesh of Hran and seemed to fuel themselves with his blood and light, pulsating with a life of their own. Kinak took out his hammer, holding it in his right hand, clenching at it, the head glowing bright, as his body did the same. Uel possessed a strong, outer body glow, her hands especially, while Eve took a place at the back. Femel stood next to Eve, serving as a replacement in case one of them fell in combat. Even if he was weak, he was still stronger than all the other generals and human warriors. If it came down to it, him being able to hold back the Foolish King even for a moment more, would be a good advantage to have. Elde stood near the other three, ready to support them however she could. “Let us then end this Human War,” with a step forward, Hran, Uel Kinak and Elde were ready to face their enemy.