On a quiet night at the Majapahit Kingdom’s military base, the soldiers were chatting and enjoying the cold night breeze. Meanwhile, atop a hill, between Gousan Village and the military base, the Raksha was observing, waiting for the perfect moment.
"Heh, Zubrel, is your energy fully restored?" the Raksha asked his companion, another Raksha.
"It’s done. Now we just need to wait for the grunts to attack the village. Maybe I'll have a little fun at the military base for a while," Zubrel, who was standing atop a tree, replied.
"Alright, suit yourself. But it seems that elf has already left that place, so there’s no more obstacle."
"Really? Is he that strong? We had to wait two years just to attack this village?" Zubrel asked, slightly surprised.
"Hey, didn’t you hear the news? That elf defeated Brako with ease two years ago?"
"Yeah, I heard that report," Zubrel answered, processing the fact.
"With our dimensional restrictions, we have no chance of defeating someone that strong."
"Alright, I get it." Zubrel smirked. "But I think there's no need to worry anymore. We can move."
"Good. I can open the dimensional gate whenever your time is almost up. I’ve also placed a binding oath—if you’re about to die, I can immediately open the portal."
"Hahahaha... so you’re insulting me?" Zubrel chuckled.
"Calm down, we can’t underestimate anyone in a situation like this."
"Alright, alright. You can go."
"Okay, Zubrel, GO WILD!" The Raksha ended his sentence with an energetic shout.
Zubrel paused for a moment, then smiled slightly before leaping toward the military base, walking slowly toward the location.
Meanwhile, at the military base, the soldiers on duty began to hear footsteps coming from the darkness.
"Hey, who’s there?" one of the soldiers shouted.
Tap.. Tap.. Tap..
The figure began to approach, slowly revealing itself. How shocked they were to see a tall, slender figure with long white hair that cascaded down to the knees, and grey skin that appeared lifeless. More terrifying, a hole in the shape of an eye was located in the figure’s chest, going through to the back.
Suddenly, one of the soldiers screamed, "Raksha!!" which startled everyone there.
"Attack!" The command came, shaking the hearts of the soldiers who had no idea what they were facing. They attacked Zubrel all at once, but... what could they do? They were just regular soldiers, not Fatalis.
Zubrel stood calm, as though not moving at all. With a single hand movement, he released a burst of purple fire so powerful that it scorched everything in an instant. The soldiers didn’t even have time to scream before their lives were taken.
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BLARR..!!!
The purple fire exploded with a deafening sound, creating a towering mushroom cloud that reached the sky. The cloud turned black, engulfing the entire military base in a blazing inferno. In an instant, the ground was left with nothing but burning embers, consuming everything.
Zubrel laughed loudly, a joyful laugh at the destruction he had just created.
"Hahahahaha..."
The laughter echoed, lingering in the air, as portals began to open around the village, behind the forest. Hundreds of low-level Raksha, ready to attack, emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowing with fury. Gousan Village wouldn’t stand a chance.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere, far from Gousan Village, moments before the Raksha attack began.
Nazzares and Kandhita were enjoying their time in Serabi City. However, despite the calm atmosphere around them, Nazzares felt a strange unease hanging over his thoughts.
"Kandhita! It seems we shouldn’t stay here overnight. I’m feeling a bit uneasy," Nazzares said with a serious expression, his eyes scanning the city.
"Alright, but how will we get back?" Kandhita asked with a worried tone, noticing the change in Nazzares' demeanor.
"Don’t worry, I’ll fly us back to the village. It takes about 6 hours by carriage, so I think it won’t take long," Nazzares replied, trying to reassure Kandhita.
"Alright," Kandhita answered, slightly hesitant, but she nodded, trusting Nazzares' strength.
Without saying more, Nazzares activated his mystic technique, and the two of them flew through the sky, leaving Serabi City at high speed.
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Back at Zubrel’s location, in the ruins of the military base, the purple fire still blazed, leaving nothing but ash and destruction. Zubrel stood in the center, enjoying the chaos he had just created. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, but he knew this was just the beginning.
Around him, dark portals began to open, and hundreds of low-level Raksha began to emerge, ready to invade Gousan Village. Zubrel observed carefully, ensuring everything was going according to plan. This success was only the first step in destroying what lay ahead of him.
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The Raksha Attack Gousan Village
In the middle of the quiet night, the sky above Gousan Village stretched dark and starless. Abail sat on the porch of his modest home, enjoying a cup of strong black coffee while casually smoking his congklang. The silence of the night felt like a thin blanket, calming and peaceful. But that peace didn’t last long.
"BOOMMM!"
A thunderous explosion shattered the night’s silence. The shockwave was so powerful that the walls of Abail's house trembled, and his coffee cup almost toppled from the small table in front of him. The sound reverberated throughout the village, leaving a lingering fear in the air.
Abail’s body tensed. Without thinking, he sprang to his feet, moving swiftly outside. His breath was rapid, and his eyes scanned the village, searching for the source of the explosion. His heart pounded louder than usual. Something was wrong in the air that night—something unusual that caused the peace of Gousan Village to vanish in an instant.
Abail looked up toward the source of the explosion, his eyes widening as he saw thick black smoke rising high from the military base on the eastern hill. Red flames flickered amidst the smoke, like a monster rampaging in the darkness.
Suddenly, his ears caught the sound of rumbling—not an explosion, but something else, like the sound of thousands of footsteps stomping the earth. The noise grew closer, vibrating the air, resembling the rhythm of chaos that couldn’t be ignored. Abail stood frozen, his body stiff in the middle of the empty village road. His breath came in quick gasps as he realized something shocking: this wasn’t the sound of human footsteps.
"By the gods... what is that?" he whispered, almost unheard by himself.
The rumbling was now accompanied by howling and strange screeches, the sounds of creatures Abail had never heard before. From the direction of the hill, large shadows began to appear beneath the dim light of the moon. The creatures moved quickly, charging toward the village with a ferocity akin to a wild storm.
To be continued...