Precious information was leaked from the Roukar kingdom. Betrayers all fled towards Kryst Kingdom to find support, which their king welcomed with open arms. Among those leaked was the rise of demons; coupled with the active movement of demons recently, it is apparent that an invasion of demons is inevitable.

Although both kings had their own methods of backstabbing each other, at a time like this, they know it would only benefit both of them if they work together and vanquish the evil.

Thus a conference was held at the heart of kryst kingdom. The attendance came, the famed king of Roukar kingdom, the brawny king of the beast kingdom, the elegant king of the elven tribe and lastly, the cunning king of the kryst kingdom.

Kings and queens from all kingdoms brought their finest men to serve them in all glamorous needs required by the upper class. Along with their finest man came the slave of labor, carrying jugs of water, flour for cheap meals, hay for livestock and horses, ice for the preservation of top grade food for the royals and patched tents to house the slaves.

As for the king, queen, the nobles and their helper, all of them had pouches to contain their luxury needs. It was a slow and boring journey, no one would expect the king to be rushing, when he could have been leisurely explore the rare world around him.

Being able to travel around the world is always a luxury for a king. The king is the greatest asset of any Kingdom and his safety is the “number one priority”. [Why does this sound like a pun????]

Having said that, it is more likely that the king just wants a day off from his everyday taxing life. Going to deal matters elsewhere is no more than an excuse to have a long leave.

2 weeks of hard work, the last king finally arrived, leisurely, once again. The respective kingdom attendees had set up their tents outside the walls, fanning their kings with large feathery hand fan crafted with mastered delicate art. Of course, with the exception of the elven kingdom, who, weirdy uses palm leaves. [Add some sand and make that Hawaii]

12 noon, the main bell tolls.

Dong-

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Reverberating throughout the entire city.

Random person [author: accidentally wrote "peasants", I've really lost it this time]: (yelled) There, marks the start of harvest season. Come on guys, lets celebrate!

Harvest festival celebrates the start of harvest season, each year. Many residents redecorate the plain looking town with any scraps they could find, creativity bloom off the chart. Stages were set and songs were played. In this short few hours, enemies became friends, grudges were let lose; all for the respect of Deméter, whose daughter, Persephone, came back to her arms and the soil sprang fertile once again.

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

Unknown to most, it was also the time where demons made their first contact with humans troops and started a gruesome battle.

River of blood flow through the cracks of the unstructured heaps of bodies scattered across acres of battle field. The dyed red soil for anyone to trips and splash. Brandished steel, the heart of a soldier used to carved out passages, came down like rain. Demons chops and dice fresh soft meat; their claws smoked with red hot blood.

General, kneeling after the other; soldiers cramming their knees in battle, all to common. For it is not long the soldiers turned, charging at their fellow comrades. Commanders reluctantly commanded the gunning of their fellow kind. Their heart swells in pain, legs tremble in fear. For a kitten to met a lion requires great courage, one that was blown away like dust.

Furnished with silver tight arms. One that crumbles at the intimidating sight of the hollow demons. Like overcharged machines, the demons spun justice with unstoppable force. Breaking from the back lines, it was a slaughter house.

When the sun has lost its might, the city reverted, fortress fallen; what’s left was the quiet shrills of angels. In the end, silence had fallen back to its root. The void nature of life.

An emergency meeting was held, kings rushed in with panic when they knew about the dire situation.

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The next part is well… A fun part for everyone. Read the next part, see how much you can interpret and roast me for being a bad writerXD

If you don’t get it, don’t worry. It’s just a fun part for my long parting before posting this chapter. It should at least keep you company for a while when I’m not posting XD

Hope you guys will enjoy this as I spend quite some time for this^^

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Aaron: What is for us to be here, the cunning?

Henry: (ignored his questions) You should be the first to keep such secrets, the famed.

Aaron: I had anticipated, the secret wouldn’t stand for long. Nor would it matter either way.

Henry: (scoffs) Barely eligible. (Turned towards the audience) For why have we gathered, one should have heard the news. I applaud for your coming.

Brawl : Leave the courtesy; for you weak, the town has fallen. Your choppy fingers states the reason.

Henry: Brawl the brawny, weak yet strong. Your lowered mind understands not. Pliage they may, our hero shall rise and theirs- shall fall.

David: For the price it pays, has it lost? For the lives repent, does this war have to go on?

Henry: The elegance, you willing to let your roots be soiled without a fight? The suffering of our people and generations to come lies in our present decision.

David: State no more, for peace I will.

Brawl: (interrupts) Worry none as it pays to fight.

Henry: The brawl made the judgement. Let’s even the broil. Kill the corrupt corporal for the might!

Aaron: I digress.

Brawl: (surprised) For what?

Aaron: The prisoner of thought.

Henry: State, why not?

Aaron: The imperial reign of demons bid us for more. Our hero might be lost before they soar. For who they become might be our fall. A hero might be our kingdom’s gold, but a knife to our own precious soul.

Henry: You tell that I won’t last? I sole think my struggles would sought a surprise. If chance uprise I will take, support me will you not? A solicit I beg. My hair erect, my bare bones crack. Till I’m dethroned, till the sunlight seeps through my fractured skin, my hardened mind will not turn back.

David: Do you bear the consequences to start the action? Have your mind flipped off the edge for a barren goal?

Brawl: Eating an ancient root cause his insanity. (Towards cunning) Sow your seed for you will regret, the cunning.

Aaron: Pressure him not, let him be. Shun our meeting, for my kind I try, but I wished for not. (Leaves)

Brawl: Give this mad man a chance. His heroes is our only choice. Now if you would, excuse me. (Leaves)

David: I approve nothing, my lips are sealed. (Leaves)

Henry: So be it. (Leaves)