Chapter 002: Path of the Kings - Part 1
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Inside the golden temple.
- You have chosen to take the path of the wise king. The immortal ruler shall pour its powers to test your ability. Prove your worth by leading your men to victory.
- Objective: Lead your men to victory.
Thunderous sound roared as the area shifted and turned transforming the shallow temple into an enormous battlefield.
Nimrod was baffled at the sudden change. His mind could not register all the information he received. Right now he is standing in front of a table. He is wearing a golden robe, a rod laid upon his back. Infront of him floats a seemingly sacred golden book. Surrounding the tables are men wearing different robes and armour. Their eyes are looking at him, full of expectations.
"My Prince." The man nearest to Nimrod spoke, his black heavy armour clanking as he bowed with great respect. "In front of us is the great city of Barranca. As reported, their warehouses are full and their walls are thick. Their men opted to lurk inside than to face us. They are cowards, and our men is eager to spill their blood. The strength of a single soldier in our army could rival hundreds of their men! Give us your blessings and we shall give you swift victory!"
"My Prince. To launch a full attack on the first day, is not wise. Let us maintain our siege and let them die in hunger." A robed man quickly said, all the while his head bowing in respect.
"Nonsense! We don't have the time to do that! It would take us hundred years before the first of their warehouses becomes empty. Not to mention that our food supplies are limited. We have to be aggressive if we want to take this city!"
"This…" Nimrod is hesitant to make a choice.
"My prince. Our men are strong, we will take this city by storm!" The heavy armoured man declared.
Nimrod did not know what to do. But seeing the decisive image of the heavy armoured man, he quickly made the decision to launch a full attacked.
"We shall launch a full attack. I give you my blessings, give me a swift victory."
"As the Prince requires. We shall obey!" All the men stood in attention and saluted. Thereafter they all left.
Later that day, sounds of death echoed throughout the battlefield. Nimrod saw the effects of the terrifying hell that is called war. The unfortunate thing is that Nimrod's men are experiencing defeat one after another. Nimrod saw how thousands upon thousands of his men were killed at his command. His men lost all their morale, there are some who deserted the main army. The formerly balanced platoons became sluggish in the blink of an eye. At that moment, everyone saw as hundreds of men on horseback came out from the city, rampaging throughout the remainders of his armies. Nimrod looked in horror at the fortified great city of Barranca. Its walls unshaken by their all out attacks.
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And then, Nimrod saw a lady standing on top the center wall facing their camp. With a wisk of her staff magical circles were created. Then with a single word coming from her, all hell broke lose.
"Hellstorm!"
Nimrod saw as hundred of fiery meteors descended from heaven aiming towards their camp, and his vision brigtened. Intense heat melted his skin even as his voice failed to make noise. Then his vision darkened.
Nimrod appeared in front of the Golden temple. His body is shaking uncontrollably. His eyes dimmed, as if losing all signs of life. Then all of a sudden, he stood on the spot unmoving.
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In front of the golden temple.
A silhouette is covered in bright light. This bright light is constantly being emitted from the golden temple. It seemed to have positive effects on whatever it lands on. As such the flowers and trees surrounding the golden temple has great vitality, the effects of constant exposure for such a long period of time. Of course the silhouette is Nimrod who stood unmoving for hours, so that the light of the temple have attached to him. Such an event does not normally happens, and can only be regarded as a miracle. Finally after more than a day of not moving, the light of life finally returned to him.
"People died because of me!" Clearly Nimrod was affected by the massacre he had caused. Thousands upon thousands of men have died because of his command. Not to mention, the attacked were not able to make a dent against the enormous wall. Although one can argue that all were just an illusion. However, Nimrod felt what he had witnessed was real. The stench of blood spewing out of the decapitated generals. The wailing of the soldiers as they died horribly in pain. All these cannot be easily forgotten.
"I died." What shook him to the core is the fact that he had died! And on top of that he died because of a meteor! He could not forget the immense pain caused by his body melting.
Nimrod look at the three doors of the golden temple. All of the symbols are shining as if it is calling him to take their trials.
"My knowledge regarding warfare is very limited. If I must engage in war, I have to to win without so much casualties. I need strength and experience to win battles." Nimrod looked into the temple, determination is present in his eyes.
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- You have chosen to take the path of the brave king. The immortal ruler shall pour its powers to test your ability. Prove your worth by annihilating the Titans.
- Objective: Annihilate the Titans.
Thunderous sound roared as the temple shifted and turned transforming the shallow temple into a great ruin. Nimrod tried to remain calm as much as possible. Then, he noticed an injured middle aged person in front of him. The man is missing his right arm, while half of its body is stuck under a rubble. He is losing too much blood.
The man coughed up blood. Nimrod reaches out, and hold his left hand. Nimrod could not find the words to say for he knew the man will soon die. The man looked up to him.
"My prince, my son. Be strong and courages. Be brave for our people. You shall lead them out of this misery. You will give them hope and future. Promise me, your father. Your king!"
Nimrod now know what had happen. This man is the current king of this kingdom, and Nimrod is his son, the prince. Nimrod tightened his grip and said, "I promise to be strong and courages. To be brave for our people. I shall lead them out of this misery. I will give them hope and future. I promise father. My king."
The king smiled. He took his last deep breathed and said, "I have killed Dobanmir, king of the Titans. But our battle is far from over. The queen and her twelve princes are still alive." The king looked at him gently. "My child, you will kill them all!" Finally, the king died.
Nimrod looked at the lifeless person in front of him. He knew he is not related to the king, however, the sadness and pain he felt betrayed his thoughts. Nimrod took its body out of the rubble. He even tried to locate his right arm but unfortunately, he could not find it. He took all of what the king was wearing, keeping in mind that it is what the person would have wanted. Then he made sure to offer the best burial for the king. He also offered a short prayer. Only after he did all that did Nimrod began to analyse the items he tooked from the king.
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