Amidst the silence that followed, a familiar voice comes from the fallen rocks of the church in the middle of the city. "Oh, look who has come to visit us, the king himself," said Kevin, standing on a solitary rock, looking at them with a smile. "Finally, you all arrived at the place where everything started. It's been a long time, no see, my dear king."
As everyone turned their attention to Kevin, Zeral, ever vigilant, scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger. Kevin, seemingly unperturbed, continued, "I'm here by myself to discuss peace. After this meeting, I will go back to the capital with every monster who chose the human side, and I hope I will be welcomed there again."
The king, with a nod of agreement, came down from his horse and stepped forward to welcome Kevin. As the two figures prepared to engage in the delicate negotiations of a peace treaty that could change humanity forever, the air was filled with a palpable mix of tension and anticipation. The ruins of Batrak stood witness to a moment that held the potential to reshape the course of history and bridge the chasm that had long separated two worlds.
The remnants of Batrak sprawled around them like the shattered pieces of a forgotten dream. As Zeral stood alongside Kevin and the king, they engaged in a conversation about the city's past glory. The king reminisced about the days when Batrak was the heart of the north, a vibrant hub that full of with the bustling energy of life. He spoke of leisurely walks through the city, particularly during visits to the queen.
Zeral, with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow, added, " I lost hope, walking as a soulless body with no purpose until I met you both again. The king reminded me of who I was, and Kevin brought back the hero that I thought was gone. Now, here we are, trying to create a better future."
The king, acknowledging Zeral's words, concurred, "Indeed, we are forging a path toward a brighter tomorrow."
Kevin, reflecting on his own journey, chimed in, "This city brings a flood of memories for me as well. I remember being crushed by these church walls, thinking I was dead. Yet, here I am, cursed in this body. I wish to return to being human, to live among the people I used to love and protect."
As the trio shared their stories, the generals and their soldiers began to notice a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The desolate ruins seemed to exude a darker vibe, casting a shadow over their surroundings. Meanwhile, Druid Leo, ever observant, scanned the ruins with a furrowed brow. Questions churned in his mind, each more perplexing than the last.
"How could this happen?" he pondered. "What kind of weapon could obliterate a city like Batrak? Could it really be Zeral? Is he some secret weapon controlled by druids working in the shadows? Could brain control be a reality? The immortality I see in him, surviving the fire, could it be that druids have control over humans as well? Am I overthinking this? I need to stay calm and convey all my observations to my grandmaster."
In the midst of shared memories and unspoken fears, Batrak stood silent, a witness to the enigma that had befallen it, leaving the characters grappling with uncertainties that repeated through the ruins.
Kevin, with a warm and welcoming demeanor, approached the generals and soldiers. He expressed how much he missed being a part of their ranks, reminiscing about his former life as a protector and warrior. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the figure of Druid Leo standing behind them.
"Ah, you should be a druid?" Kevin remarked, his eyes keenly observing the white cloak and the black symbol on Leo's chest that resembled the druids. He continued, "It's been years since I've seen one. I used to kill many as a soldier, but when I took on this form, I refused to harm them. I always regretted killing innocent druids, so I apologize for all of that."
Leo, taken aback by Kevin's unexpected admission, managed to compose himself. With a smile, he responded, "Yes, I am a druid. The past is the past, and we are seeking a better future now."
Kevin, curious about Leo's role, inquired, "But why did they send a young druid like you instead of the grandmaster? No disrespect, but do you really know how to find and read the books of the ancient ones? Hirvan told me this secret hideout is probably filled with many books, so we need you to find the right one. For the rest, you can return later to gather."
Leo, confident in his abilities, assured Kevin, "Yes, I can read well, and I will get the book. Don't worry, I'm ready for this."
The king, appreciative of Leo's cooperation, approached them, thanking the druid for his assistance and for sharing details about the druids' secret life. He pledged to help retrieve the books from the hidden location and deliver them to the druids for study.
The king, with a genuine sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Leo. Your willingness to assist us and provide insights into the druids' secret life is invaluable. It's a step towards understanding and building trust between our worlds."
Leo, nodding in acknowledgment, expressed, "I believe in the power of knowledge to bridge gaps and foster understanding. This collaboration is an opportunity for both our societies to learn from each other."
Zeral, joining the conversation, proposed, "So let's go get the book now. Are you ready?"
Leo affirmed, "Yes, let's go."
The king suggested, "Both of you can go, and one of my soldiers will accompany you to maintain peace."
Zeral, addressing the king, assured, "Come on, I won't harm this druid. I have no interest in prying into their lives." The king, with a smile, assigned a soldier to accompany them, ensuring a peaceful journey.
As the trio prepared to embark on their journey to Flukan's Cathedral, the king extended a final gesture of support. "May your mission be successful, and may the wisdom contained in those books guide us towards a path of understanding."
With these words, the trio set out on their journey, leaving the king, Kevin, and the soldiers to contemplate the possibilities that lay ahead. The promise of knowledge, the pursuit of peace, and the unraveling mysteries of their intertwined worlds hung in the air as they prepared to face the challenges that awaited them at Flukan's Cathedral. While Kevin and the king delved into discussions about the prospects of peace, setting the stage for the next phase of their unfolding journey.
As Zeral led the way to Flukan's Cathedral, he found himself reminiscing about his past life as a warrior. The soldier accompanying them eagerly listened to Zeral's personal stories and battles, absorbing every piece of advice and wisdom he shared. Zeral, in turn, appreciated the soldier's enthusiasm and saw it as an opportunity to pass on his knowledge.
"You see," Zeral began, "war is not just about strength, it's also about strategy and understanding your opponent. There were times when I faced enemies who were physically stronger, but by knowing their weaknesses and exploiting them, I emerged victorious."
The soldier, hanging onto Zeral's every word, asked questions about specific battles and sought guidance on tactics. Zeral, with a mix of seriousness and humor, answered each query, creating a camaraderie on their journey.
Meanwhile, Druid Leo remained silent, absorbed in his thoughts. The power he sensed in Zeral intrigued him. He pondered how one individual could hold such influence, and his mind swirled with questions about the role Zeral might play in shaping the world's fate.
On the other path, King David walked alongside Kevin, engaging in a conversation about the vision of peace. The king expressed his intentions for Hirvan, proposing a peaceful coexistence in the northern mountains. He explained, "Hirvan should stay there with his kids in peace, hunting in the north. If he needs to come a bit south during the winter seasons, my people will be ordered not to attack or disrespect his kids while they hunt and survive."
Kevin, understanding the terms, promised that Hirvan would no longer pose a threat to humans. The king, finding the arrangement reasonable, agreed and recognized the importance of Hirvan's role in keeping watch for any dangers from the northern side.
Continuing their discussion, the king and Kevin explored the idea of monsters integrating into human society. The king, realistic but hopeful, acknowledged that not every human might accept them immediately. However, under his rule, he pledged that they would not face harm or disrespect in public.
"As for rebuilding the cities," the king proposed, "we need your help. We can give you lands and seek your assistance in making the cities more suitable for both monsters and humans."
Kevin, liking the idea, enthusiastically agreed. "I'll help rebuild Batrak and ensure it becomes stronger than ever. We can create a place where monsters and humans can live side by side, working together for a brighter future."
As the two groups advanced toward their respective destinations, the paths of warriors, druids, kings, and monsters converged, each step forging a new chapter in the unfolding tale of their intertwined destinies.
As the trio reached the heart of the dead city of Flukan and stood before the cathedral, Zeral couldn't help but speak about the past. "Ah, another dead city," he remarked, his voice laced with memories. "This one used to be a city of Sarzon's kingdom, but unlike Moscal, this city was destroyed by me and my men years before the Moscal battle. I remember this city."
The soldier accompanying them commented on the dangerous state of the city, with monsters roaming freely among the ruins. Zeral, however, remained optimistic, proclaiming, "Yes, but now everything will be back to normal. Anyone can return here to live. We should rebuild this kingdom and make it bigger and better for everyone."
The druid, noticing the remnants of the cathedral, pointed to a bunch of fallen walls adorned with religious symbols. Confirming its identity, Zeral acknowledged, "Yes, that's the one. Let me go take off the rocks and find this hidden cave."
Zeral began clearing the rubble, revealing a strange arrangement of rocks that caught the soldier's attention. Amused by the notion of monsters finding it difficult to dig, Zeral chuckled and continued his efforts. Eventually, he uncovered a door in the ground, sparking curiosity among the group. As the soldier notice the rocks are put in strange way like they are gathered there while rest of cathedral walls still standing.
"Wait, is this a door?" Zeral questioned, prompting the druid to approach. However, the druid's demeanor shifted from curiosity to shock. As he examined the symbols on the door, he whispered, "This is a grandmaster's symbol."
Confused, Zeral and the soldier asked why the druid seemed surprised. Kneeling and touching the symbols, the druid explained, "This is impossible. There is no grandmaster in Flukan. My grandmaster never told us about this hideout, and he knew all hideouts of the grandmasters. They share information for their hideout locations in case one of them is dead."
Growing impatient, Zeral couldn't comprehend the druid's revelation. "What do you mean? How does your grandmaster not know about this?" he demanded.
The druid, still in disbelief, admitted, "Not sure, but he never told us. If he knew, we would have given word to the king to open this hideout, as he holds the keys. All hideouts of druids are also based in levels, and all levels are under the grandmaster's hands. But as I heard, the druid who copies the books and possibly has Hirvan's second book was an Enlightened One, not a grandmaster. So, he can't build a hideout with symbols of the grandmaster. And the same goes for Hirvan as he was just a creator. It's against the rules."
Zeral, growing frustrated with the complexities of druidic rules, urged the druid to focus on the task at hand. "Just get off this. You bored me with these stupid rules and ranks of your people. Let's get inside and get the book. Then discuss this finding with your grandmaster. I don't care who built this, I only care about the book buried here."
The druid, realizing the urgency of the situation, held his tongue. Zeral, create a joke, made a quip about keys and forcefully opened the door. As Zeral delivered his impromptu jest about making a key, the soldier's eyes widened with surprise. "But sir, you can't be serious," he began, only to be cut off by Zeral's hearty laughter. With a dramatic swing, he aimed a pretend key-making motion towards the door, mimicking the process with exaggerated flair.
Zeral, grinning triumphantly, gestured theatrically towards the fallen door. "There you have it, the key to the grandmaster's secret hideout, courtesy of yours truly! Your welcome, my followers, your welcome!" he declared, chuckling heartily.
The soldier, now fully aware of the playful nature of Zeral's antics, joined in the laughter. Even Druid Leo, still recovering from the shock of the grandmaster's unknown hideout, couldn't help but crack a faint smile. As the trio entered the dark chamber illuminated by their torches, the sound of laughter lingered, providing a moment of lightheartedness amidst the unfolding mysteries within Flukan's Cathedral.
In the fading light of the torches, Kevin and the king continued their stroll through the desolation of Batrak. The weight of history and the promise of a new era hung in the air. The horses, however, began to exhibit an unusual restlessness, their instincts sensing something amiss in the solemn atmosphere. The king, attempting to dispel the tension with humor, quipped, "Well, the weight of peace is hard for the poor animals to understand, isn't it?" Kevin chuckled in agreement, acknowledging the impending change in history.
Meanwhile, in the underground chamber within Flukan's Cathedral, Zeral and Druid Leo traversed the vast expanse, their torches flickering against the eerie backdrop. The silence was abruptly shattered as they stumbled upon a ghastly scene — the lifeless remains of former druids strewn across the cavern floor. Skeletal remains bore testament to a tragedy that had unfolded years ago, unbeknownst to Druid Leo and, apparently, Zeral.
The soldier, grappling with the gruesome discovery, pulled a book from the shelf and showed it to Druid Leo. "Druid's language, right?" he inquired. Leo, still in shock, affirmed, "Yes, and there are many books here. It can help us a lot, but for now, I must search for the Zeralizion's book."
Zeral, sensing the gravity of the situation, urged caution. "Let's hope you can find it here. There are a lot of books, and it will require many men to take them out of this hideout. I suggest returning here with more druids and soldiers to transport all of this back to Elin and try to find answers to what happened to those druids."
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As they delved deeper into the chamber, a strange scent wafted through the air, catching Druid Leo's attention. He paused, contemplating the unfamiliar aroma. "Am I smelling something?" he questioned. Zeral, oblivious to scents due to his cursed state, pressed for answers. The soldier also acknowledged the peculiar scent, attributing it to the remnants of decomposed bodies.
However, Druid Leo's unease grew as the smell became more familiar yet unsettling. "This scent is so familiar, but yet strange," he muttered. Zeral, growing impatient, demanded an explanation. Before Druid Leo could articulate his realization, "It is..It is the...Black poud..."the torches suddenly burst into flames, as druid Leo and the soldier found themselves engulfed in an instant, their figures swallowed by the fiery maelstrom. The searing heat and billowing smoke blurred the edges of their existence, rendering them spectral amidst the chaos.
Simultaneously, the walls of the underground chamber quivered violently under the unrelenting force of an explosion. The shockwave rippled through the stone, creating a concussive force that reverberated through the confined space. Loose debris rained down like a hailstorm, each fragment carrying the destructive force of the blast.
Zeral, caught in the tumult, shielded his face as chunks of stone and earth cascaded over him. The once-sturdy walls now crumbled, revealing the vulnerability hidden beneath their facade. The deafening cacophony of the explosion mingled with the agonizing symphony of falling debris, creating an atmosphere of pandemonium.
In the blinding light of the inferno, the chamber transformed into a chaotic tableau of destruction. The flames, fueled by an otherworldly power, roared with an insatiable hunger, consuming the remaining fragments of the once-secret hideout. The very air seemed to vibrate with the residual energy of the explosion, an echo of the cataclysmic event that had just transpired.
Amidst the tumult, the lifeless bodies of the long-dead druids lay undisturbed, silent witnesses to a tragedy that had been concealed within the depths of the cathedral for far too long. As the flames danced and the debris settled, an scary calm descended upon the once-hidden chamber, now exposed to the world above in a cruel twist of fate.
As the deafening explosion goes through the desolate city of Flukan, the king turned his gaze towards the ominous plume of black smoke that billowed into the sky. His eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and horror, a silent question hanging in the air. Kevin, standing beside him, approached to share the grim truth.
"My lord, that is the effect of black powder of hell, one of the most potent weapons the druids created during the war. I barely survived its wrath, but it claimed the lives of many of my comrades. A cruel reminder of the evil doings that druids are capable of," Kevin explained, his tone filled with the weight of painful memories.
The king, still grappling with the shock, questioned the revelation. "Black powder? Druids? How is this possible? Did a druid cause that explosion?" His inquiries came in rapid succession, a desperate attempt to make sense of the unthinkable.
Kevin, turn to the king with a wicked smile, confirming the king's worst fears. "Indeed, it was the work of a druid, someone you know quite well," he sneered. The king turned his gaze to Kevin, seeking an explanation, only to be met with silence and averted eyes. While the rest, looked to their back to see monsters led by Hirvan coming out from the shadows of the church with terrifying smile in their face. Their grotesque features etched with terrifying smiles. The dark congregation advanced, creating an foreign atmosphere that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed the unfolding horror as foreboding sense of doom enveloped the surroundings.
The familiarity in the monsters' eyes and the voice that flies through the silence pierced the king's soul. A voice, filled with both malice and a distorted sense of satisfaction, reached the king's ears. "Oh, it's been years. Finally, we meet again," Hirvan taunted, his presence now fully revealed as he approached the bewildered king.
The king, paralyzed and stunned, struggled to comprehend the surreal turn of events.
Hirvan advanced menacingly towards the king, his words dripping with hatred. "It appears you've underestimated the craftiness of druids, adept at weaving intricate plots, masquerading as innocents. Even I, in the depths of my being, momentarily forgot my origins among them. Thanks to Kevin, the architect of this spectacle, I found the inspiration for this charade. Although, I must admit, I'm somewhat disappointed you haven't brought the grandmaster and all your generals along. No matter, I'll ensure they meet their fate soon enough."
A profound shock in his face as he asks "What is this? Peace... Kevin, what's happening?" he stammered, desperately trying to grasp the reality slipping away from him as Kevin smiles and then turn his back and walk away.
As Hirvan drew closer, his sinister laughter resonated through the air. "Peace? Oh, I'm here for peace, my dear king. The only peace I seek is when you and your wretched kind are eradicated from existence." Hirvan's words dripped with malevolence, his gaze fixated on the monarch standing before him.
Attempting to appeal to reason, the king reminded Hirvan of Zeral's impending arrival. However, Hirvan's laughter echoed, dismissing the concern. "Zeral is buried under tons of rocks. He will survive of course but by the time he claws his way out, the chaos will have already begun and by knowing the humans, they will blame him for this and then either he kills them all or leave you all, I will win. Your death will herald the end of humanity, my dear king," Hirvan declared, his tone a mix of mockery and anticipation.
Mockingly, Hirvan bowed before the king, a grotesque display of feigned respect. "How rude of me not to bow to a king," he jeered. The king, bewildered and desperate, pleaded for the safety of his men. "Don't kill them, please. Kill me instead," he implored.
As the monsters launched their merciless assault, the king's cries fell on deaf ears. His entreaties to spare his men went unanswered as the monsters ruthlessly executed the soldiers, leaving a trail of lifeless bodies in their wake. The king, now alone and defenseless, wept for the fallen as Hirvan approached, relishing the fulfillment of his vendetta.
The monsters, led by Hirvan, unleashed a brutal onslaught on the soldiers and generals. With ferocious strength, they tore through the defenseless men, rending flesh and bone with savage claws. The air filled with agonizing screams as limbs were severed, and blood sprayed across the desolate grounds. The monsters exhibited a gruesome efficiency, leaving behind a scene of utter horror and despair as lifeless bodies lay in twisted, contorted forms, a testament to the merciless brutality of the attack.
"This is the price for everything you did to me," Hirvan hissed, his eyes ablaze with vengeful satisfaction. "A reminder never to trust a druid," he added with a sinister smirk, reveling in the agony of the king, who stood amidst the carnage, shattered and defeated.
As Hirvan stood before the king, pointing to the remains of the fallen soldiers and generals, he accused, "This is also your fault as much as the destruction that happened here and your betrayal to me."
The king, overwhelmed with grief, couldn't find words to respond. His gaze shifted between the remnants of his once-loyal men, and then he looked to Kevin, who stood solemnly amidst the church ruins. Hirvan pressed on, "Before I finish you here, you must admit your crimes, bow to me, and seek forgiveness."
The king, with tears in eyes reflecting the pain within, whispered, "I've done nothing."
Hirvan erupted in anger, his red eyes glows with dread "How dare you? Can't you see what you did here? This city, look at Kevin and my other children, this is all because of you. You are behind this. Druids' weapons and inventions can't destroy a city so fast. You see the explosion I created in the cathedral? That was most of the black powder of hell, gathered over the years. And you want me to believe the druids can find more without your aid. For heaven's sake, it's your lands. They can't do anything without your word."
The king continued to deny, saying, "I didn't."
Hirvan's anger intensified, "You did it! You are a liar! What about the damned commander who said, 'This order by the king' when he wanted to kill me? Was he insane to disobey the king's orders in that situation? He was there, looking at me creating the potion the entire time. He didn't focus on the beast, instead, he kept looking at me. Then he came after me after I finished and the beast was defeated. How do you explain that?" Hirvan questioned his monsters, "Who saw that happen?" Several raised their arms, confirming they were there when the commander tried to kill Hirvan. The king stood in tears, repeating, "It wasn't me."
Hirvan laughed bitterly, "Haha, such shame. You are a man with no honor. You refuse the truth before you die. Can you deny the orders you gave to your soldiers, like Kevin, to kill druids in the war?" He turned his gaze to Kevin, who returned it with a glare. The king, with tears streaming down his face, admitted, "Yes, I did."
Hirvan pressed on, "Yes, finally, yes you did. You killed my parents in front of my eyes. I was watching in fear, hiding in a hole. I remember their faces, pleading with your soldiers for forgiveness. But with no remorse, they were killed. Then they asked human kids where I was hiding—the kids I used to play with. The image of your soldiers leaving everyone unharmed after your men won, but yet they killed only us still hunt me to this day. Can you deny that fact?" The king, with a heavy heart, shook his head admitting that fact.
Hirvan continued, "Yes, of course, you can't deny that. You carried your father's orders to continue killing druids until Sarzon's kingdom was defeated. Then you promised the druids peace. Yet with all pain your familly caused me and yet I believed you. I was going to sacrifice myself for this peace. But when you betrayed us, I saw the dark truth of your intentions. You wanted to end all druids and rule the world, becoming immortal. That's the truth." The king, in despair, insisted, "That wasn't true!"
Hirvan, now in tears, recounted the hardships of the monsters, abandoned by the king's men, living in the outskirts of the kingdom. He pointed to those who had suffered and said, "These are my sons now, and they all want you to die."
The king, amidst the ruins and surrounded by the monsters who were once human, raised his head to address Hirvan's accusations. His voice quivered as he desperately sought to defend himself, "I may have been unaware of the suffering at the outskirts of my kingdom, abandoned by my men. The destruction caused by wars and the choices I've made might have led to innocent lives being displaced, but I never intended—"
Hirvan, fueled by rage and a thirst for revenge, cut him off with a sharp gesture. "Intentions matter little now. Your castle may have been a haven of peace, but the consequences of your actions reverberated far beyond its walls. These monsters, abandoned by your rule, are now my sons, and they demand justice for the pain you've inflicted upon them."
The monsters, their eyes filled with hatred and pain, nodded in agreement with Hirvan's words. The king, realizing the magnitude of his unwitting cruelty, felt the weight of their collective anger pressing down on him.
Hirvan, with a sinister satisfaction, continued, "This is your final chance, a moment to confess your sins and acknowledge the guilt that stains your hands. Bow before me, as the your God, the judge and jury, and perhaps you will have peace in your death."
The king, having admitted his wrongs but refusing to bow, braced himself for the consequences of his choices. He took a moment to breathe, looking directly into Hirvan's eyes, and said, "I may not be a good king, but I always keep my word. I genuinely wanted peace, and I still do. I hope everyone here can forgive me, but I will never bow down to such a monster. Go ahead, kill me!"
Hirvan, fueled by an overwhelming surge of anger and a profound sense of betrayal, found himself unable to tolerate the perceived defiance of the fallen king. The air crackled with tension as the enraged druid's features contorted with unrestrained fury. In a tumultuous outburst, Hirvan's fist clenched with a vengeful resolve, a physical manifestation of the deep-seated rage that had consumed him.
With an unrestrained bellow, Hirvan unleashed the full force of his wrath upon the defenseless king. The resounding impact of his powerful punch reverberated through the air, a visceral testament to the intensity of his emotions. The king, caught in the merciless torrent of Hirvan's fury, was sent hurtling backward, his body colliding with the unforgiving ground.
As the king sprawled on the cold, desolate earth, a thin trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth, staining the soil with a vivid crimson hue. The brutal blow had not only physically wounded the fallen ruler but also symbolized the culmination of Hirvan's pent-up resentment and the shattered remnants of the king's once-mighty reign. The moment lingered in the air, encapsulating the profound brutality of the confrontation and the irreversible descent into chaos.
Hirvan, seething with fury, stood over the fallen king, screaming, "How dare you insult me in front of my kids?" The monsters, now witnesses to the king's defiance and subsequent punishment, looked on with a mix of satisfaction and vindication. Hirvan, fueled by the years of resentment and the scars left by the king's decisions, couldn't contain his wrath as he continued to vent his anger upon the fallen ruler.
In the aftermath of the brutal assault, Hirvan relentlessly continued his vicious attack on the fallen king. He kicked him repeatedly, showing no mercy, while the king, battered and bruised, desperately reached for his fallen crown. With a malicious grin, Hirvan crushed the once majestic crown under his powerful legs, symbolizing the shattered glory of the fallen ruler.
Amid the agonizing kicks, Hirvan bellowed accusations and curses at the king, demanding acknowledgment of his wrongdoings. Each blow was accompanied by a reminder of the pain and suffering inflicted upon Hirvan and his kin. The monsters, torn between empathy and the desire for retribution, witnessed the cruel spectacle.
As the punishment escalated, Kevin intervened, urging Hirvan to finish the king swiftly and move on. However, Hirvan, driven by a thirst for justice and vengeance, insisted that the king must admit his sins before meeting his end. With each kick, he shouted about the king's lies, the false peace, and the commander sent to kill him.
Hirvan, consumed by the fiery vortex of his emotions, continued his relentless assault on the fallen king, each blow punctuated by vehement declarations. Amid the barrage of strikes, he howled, "This is for my parents you killed!" The force behind each punch seemed to carry the weight of years of grief and anguish, unleashed in a torrent of retribution.
With every strike, Hirvan poured his wrath into the blows, proclaiming, "This is for the sleepless nights you forced upon me!" The words of his tormented past reverberated through the desolate surroundings, the pain felt across his face as he sought catharsis in each punishing hit.
The resounding blows continued, each fueled by the fury of a shattered soul seeking vengeance for a lifetime of lies and false peace. "This is for your deceit and the false peace you promised!" Hirvan's voice, tinged with both sorrow and rage, cut through the air, resonating with the profound sense of betrayal that had fueled his vendetta.
In the midst of the onslaught, Hirvan's rage reached its peak as he declared, "This is for sending that bald bastard commander to kill me!" The final revelation hung in the air, the truth dangling like a precarious thread. The king, battered and broken, barely managed to stammer, "B...b...bald?"
Hirvan, momentarily halting his assault, lowered his head, demanding clarification. "What did you say? Did you confess?" The king, struggling to breathe and move, managed to utter, "It...was...him..." A heavy realization dawned on him, and Hirvan, relentless in his pursuit of justice, persisted, "What? Who?"
Amidst the chaos, Kevin intervened, injecting a momentary pause. "Wait, you said a bald commander. Does he have a scar on his face?" A monster chimed in, "Are you talking about Andreas? I was with you when the king sent us to the mountain. The only bald man with us was Andreas."
Hirvan, torn between seeking retribution and unraveling the truth, looked to both for confirmation. "I don't know who Andreas is, but it was a bald man who tried to kill me before I smashed his head," he declared. The king, now enveloped in tears and physical agony, whispered through the pain, "It was my..."
In the harrowing aftermath of the king's self-inflicted demise, a dignified hush fell upon the scene. The remnants of the broken crown clutched in the king's lifeless hand served as a symbol of the shattered reign that had come to its tragic end. Kevin, grappling with desperation, implored Hirvan to revive the fallen king, arguing vehemently that he was innocent. "Turn him into a holy being! He didn't deserve this!"
Hirvan, however, was resolute in his conviction that the king had orchestrated the devastation that unfolded. His refusal played through the desolation, a vehement denial of absolution. "No! He did it!" he screamed, unwilling to entertain the notion that the king might escape the consequences of his actions.
As the tense seconds passed, the king, now bereft of life, reached for the fractured edge of his crown. In a miserable act of finality, he used the sharp point to cut his own throat. The collective gasp of onlookers was drowned out by the stark reality of the king's choice. With the crimson river flowing, the king collapsed for the last time, his eyes closing as the breath of life escaped him. His last word lingered in the air like a haunting whisper — "peace."
The stunned witnesses, including Kevin, grappled with the shock of the king's ultimate act of self-destruction. In the midst of the unfolding tragedy, Kevin pieced together the connection between Andreas, the bald commander, and the general who harbored resentment toward the druids. The revelation of this twisted alliance deepened the layers of betrayal and deception.
"It seems it wasn't him who betrayed you, it was one of his generals who hated the druids." Kevin said but Hirvan argues that the only can do this is the king and now he is dead so his plans in action then he remind what he did to Batrak, but Kevin said "No,that wasn't him,I know who did it."
Abruptly, a primal roar heard from the east, a bellowing rage that seemed to emanate from the abyss itself. The name "HIRVAN" resounded in a guttural scream, signaling the emergence of Zeral. The silver beast, unleashed and more furious than ever, roared and screamed, sending animals fleeing in terror. The impending confrontation between Zeral and Hirvan loomed, setting the stage for a clash of the gods.
the end.