The year is 3753 A.B. (After Blessed). In the plain of Amghari, close to the heart of the continent, an endless stream of mortal army is marching, carrying their own banners. From the East, in the direction of the land of Varande, the coalition of human kingdoms and empires army. From the Southeast, from the direction of the Falanian Empire, the Elven Empire's army. From the South strait, from the direction of Simharal Great Forest, the Beastfolk land from their ships. From the Northeast, from the direction of Reimhan Volcanic Range, the Dwarven, Gnome, and Goblin Union marching with their siege engine. And lastly from the North, from the direction of Philados Sacred Mountain Range, the Draconian army marching with their flying great dragons.

Among those numbers, it could be seen that many races mingled with each other under every banner. There are some Orcs, Elves, and Beastfolk mixed within the human army's number. Humans under the Elven Empire's army, the trolls under the Beastfolk's army, and so on. There are deep grudges among factions, but they know that they can't take the risk for internal strife, mortal strife. For they know that if they can't working together in this war, it will spell the doom for every mortal race.

But, there's something even far more strange, the number of females within the soldier is far more greater than the number of males.

A bit further from those armies location, in a meadow with small river, a boy who seems to be not more than ten years old, wearing a black outfit from hood to shoes was sitting atop a big rock in the river, dozing off with a fishing rod in his hand. When he slowly open his eyes

Boy : "So they're finally coming eh ? Those guys surely took their sweet time."

Suddenly, a blur flashing and landed in the riverside, revealing a muscular female Draconian with gleaming onyx horn and tail. Standing in an oppressive height of 2,3 meters, seems to be around her early thirties, the scars in her body and armor shows that she was a seasoned warrior. Her warglaive leaking an eerie purple aura, combined with a diagonal scar on her face made her looks menacing. But, all of those things could not betray the fact that she was a peerless beauty.

Female Draconian : "The coalition army has been assembled, they will camp close to Ghuinen pass tonight."

Boy : "Ghuinen pass, well wish them luck. Hope they'll pass the first night, hahahahahaha !"

Female Draconian : "Considering their numbers which is in millions, I doubt that they will have any trouble at all."

Boy : "And here I say, you're wrong, dear. What matter is not their number, but can they trust each other and work together in this ? In the face of terror, will mortals show their true worth to this world ? Tell me Evarran, will they ?"

Evarran : "You really don't put too much faith on them don't you, Samael ?"

Samael : "*Gasp !* Faith is the last thing I expect you to say, my dear. Considering it was you who put efforts first in line."

Evarran : "A lot of things happened during our time together. A lot to learn, a lot to feel, a lot to       think, and a lot to consider."

Seeing Evarran who suddenly reminiscing, Samael only smirk, while saying "Oh, fishies !" like a kid. He peek into the fish memories, and release the fish back to the river. With a poof, his fishing rod disappear, and he stretch his limbs and yawning like a cat.

Samael : "Ooookay, time to enjoy this show of the century !"

Evarra : "The other has been waiting for us, we better hurry."

Samael : "No need to rush, it's not like we will miss the show."

Evarra  : "Just keep laughing while it last."

Samael : "Oh, don't be like that, it's still around noon right now. Why don't we enjoy some quality time together under that tree's shade over there ? You need to let that heavy mood off from you."

Samael came closer and embracing Evarran, considering his height that not even reach her waist, he looks like a kid who was hiding behind his mother. Evarran, seeing his puppy eyes can do nothing but just blushing and lose control of all her reasoning. She choose to succumb on the guilty pleasure that soon will follow. And suddenly, she heard a shout inside her head and that shout return her mind back.

Voice : "Evarran ! Where the hell are you ?!"

Evarran : "The fuck ?!"

Voice : "I said, where the hell are you now ?!"

Evarran : "(That daughter of a whore, I should've kill her when I have the chance !)"

Samael : "Evarran, be nice."

Evarran :"Sigh....Fine. I'm still with master on the meadow, Schaleen."

Schaleen : "What took you so...Wait ! You fuckers ! Don't you dare to cheat on our agreement !"

Evarran : "I'm not ! (though almost done it)."

Schaleen : "The war will begin, we need to proceed with the plan !" (Telepathy disconnected)

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

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Above the sky of where the mortal armies camp, a few figures was floating in the air. An angry female Elf mage who keep spewing curse. A wise looking old male Orc shaman who seems to be in meditation. A female Dwarf berserker who keep chugging on her booze bottles without care. An Incubus with green long coat God knows what his specialty is. A dark skinned, mature looking, priest gown wearing, big ass-titties human woman with suspicious smile. A barefooted old human male with chain in his ankles and wrists with a torn rags as his only cloth who keep cackling like a maniac. And a female Feline beastfolk who polish her huge bow which was made from unknown materials. Those people keep doing whatever they like until the female Elf mage suddenly shouting

Elf mage : "Fuck ! Fuck her ! I'm gonna blast that Draconian apart !"

Orc shaman : "Schaleen, calm down child."

Schaleen : "Who the hell did you call a child, Malor ?"

Dwarf berserker : "Obviously, it was you to begin with, hahahaha../cough., /cough, /cough."

Schaleen : "Die, die choked by your own booze Pirion."

Old man : "Yeah ! Yeah ! Bring the fight ! Yahahahaha !"

Malor : "Iad, stop it, don't incite them any longer."

Iad : "Why ? It just starting to get exciting !"

Female priest : "Ara ara, being angry will add more wrinkles to your face Schaleen."

Schaleen : "At least my wrinkles won't be as numerous as yours."

Cat ranger : "Hoho, someone is going to be flayed."

Malor : "Enough ! All of you ! Schaleen, don't bring the topic about Naria's aging signs. Savaro, stop pouring more oil to the fire."

Schaleen : "Malor, you know I can't drop down my guards against that pedophile priest and that fetishist hunter."

Naria : "Fufufufu, why none of you can't be cute like our little Bauvelt here ? Look, he keep quiet ever since all of you lot start bickering."

Savaro : "Boy, don't repeat your past mistake again."

Bauvelt : "(God, what kind of sins I have done that make you put me in this torment of a group) Naria please stop hugging and cuddling me."

Naria : "Bauvelt, won't you get to your child form ? I promise I'll handle you with more love this time."

Bauvelt : "No, please no.../shudder"

A 'poof' sound come in the middle of the group. Samael and Evarran has come.

Samael : "Wow, what a lively bunch."

Malor : "They almost out of control, in case you want to know."

Evarran : "Pirion, pass me a bottle."

Pirion : "Meh, get your own booze. Hahahaha, just kidding, here you go."

Naria : "Kyaaaaa !!! :3 My favourite boy !"

Samael : "Not now Naria."

Suddenly their attentions shifted to Ghuinen pass. From there, new armies come from the northern and southern pass. From the northern pass, a large army of mortals who align themselves to the Ancient Light god along with the Angels. And from the southern pass, a large army of mortals who align themselves with Primordial Dark god along with the Demons. A three way battle is going to be ensured this way.

From the direction of the coalition armies, sounds of horns blown, followed by someone shouting an order, "Magus ! Man your Reaver !". From the Angels army, A Valkyrion leader giving an order, "Charge with the Light Animus." with cold and clear voice. And from the Demons army, a Knight of Demise leader giving order with hoarse and hissing voice, "Crush them all, feed them to our Gigantus Abomination."

A moment later, the sky in the northern pass swirling and the cloud was torn apart, a ray of holy light shine to the ground, like descending from the heaven, comes the Ancient Light god champion, the deity among the faithful. From the southern pass, the air distorted, cracked like a broken glass, the gates of Sor'thanan, the maw of hell opened, and the Primordial Dark god champion, the deity among the corrupt joining the battle.

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Samael : "Now everyone, class is begin. Look at those idiots over there, fighting a royal rumble, a three way orgy with lots of blood which is going to get spilled. What the hell are they fighting for ? A bullshit that they consider as a holy cause, believed by masses of idiots that was herded by imbeciles."

Iad : "Let's go and kill them now ! Yahahahaha !"

Samael : "(Silence)"

Iad : "No ? We're not going to slaughter them ? Then why are we here ?! Why ?! Whyyyyy ??!!"

Pirion : "Calm down maniac, hic ! Don't you remember Master's order ? Hic ! We're just come to watch this time."

Schaleen : "So be it."

And so, as the battle goes, those nine just watch as how this battle, which will decide the fate of Mundus, shall change everyone's destiny.

But, how can everything turn this way ?