MICAPUSThe battlefield had become a nightmare of blood, fire, screams, and collapsing formations.Prince Mike, Prince Redrick, the wizards, and the remaining soldiers had originally planned to hold their ground for as long as possible so the physicians and nurses could escape safely with the civilians.But the moment they truly engaged the Dark Druids, everything changed.Reality struck them with terrifying clarity. If they continued fighting much longer… they would all die.The battlefield stretched across the broken valley beneath the darkened sky as corpses littered the earth. The sounds of steel clashing against steel echoed endlessly while monstrous roars shook the ground itself.The Orges charged like beasts unleashed from hell. Their four arms moved with horrifying coordination.Two arms swung giant axes and curved blades while the remaining arms tore soldiers apart with raw physical force. One Orge grabbed a soldier by the throat using one hand while another arm drove a spea

DOMITRUSRamsay stood alone in the sacred hall of Domitrus, the silence almost unnatural, pressing against the stone like a living weight.Before him hovered the Nature Crystal—radiating a quiet, ancient glow. He had already done the impossible. The barrier that had protected it for centuries… was gone. As if the world itself had momentarily lost the right to guard it.Ramsay’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the crystal, its energy pulsing in slow, rhythmic waves—like something alive, breathing beneath reality.Then— A presence entered. Soft footsteps echoed across the hall. A Marc walked in. No hesitation. No caution. Just absolute certainty in every step.Ramsay did not turn immediately. He already knew- Marcelos.The Marc advanced toward him, stopping just a few steps away.Its voice dropped into the ancient language, heavy with authority: “Master said you should bring over the crystal to him.”Ramsay finally turned his head slightly. He looked at the Marc for a moment… then

While Prince Mike kept Ramsay occupied with conversation, Prince Redrick moved silently through the shadows, slipping from cover to cover as he carefully made his way toward the crystal. At the same time, Prince Kinsley advanced from another direction, crouching low behind rocks and twisted roots as he quietly closed the distance between himself and the group.Neither prince made a sound. Their movements were precise. Patient. Calculated.Meanwhile, Ramsay stood facing Prince Mike with his usual confidence. The former prince suddenly burst into laughter.Ramsay said mockingly, "I don't know what it is that always gives you confidence, Mike. But you are also incredibly dumb."He pointed at himself, adding, "You? As in you want to take me home?"Mike folded his arms. A small smile appeared on his face. He said, "Yes. And I will."Ramsay laughed again. His eyes narrowed. He said, "But you said you aren't here to fight me. Which makes me wonder... how exactly are you planning to take me h

The council hall fell into stunned silence. Every noble, general, minister, Wizard, and ruler present stared at Princess Kylie in disbelief after hearing her bold words. Murmurs spread through the chamber as shock and annoyance rippled among the council members.King Marcus slowly rose from his seat, his face hardening with anger. He thundered at his daughter, "How dare you speak such words!" The hall became silent once more.Princess Camelia stepped forward before anyone else could speak. She said firmly, "What she said is right."Her voice carried through the chamber with unwavering conviction.She continued, "None of you saw what we saw. Nor did you face them. None of you were there."She looked around the hall, meeting the eyes of the kings, generals, and council members.She went on, "You all believe Marcelos' armies are less powerful during the day. That is what everyone has been saying. But you are wrong. Weather has nothing to do with their powers."The princess paused briefl

Noah and Lord Emmanuel had spent hours surrounded by ancient spell books, their fingers stained with ink and dust as they searched desperately for anything—anything—that could bring Ramsay back. One spell after another had been attempted. One ritual after another had failed. Still, Ramsay remained unchanged.Sitting on the cold stone floor of the dungeon cell, he watched them like a spectator at a performance he no longer cared about. Every failed attempt only deepened the mockery in his expression.The latest spell had just collapsed in silence. A faint pulse of magic faded from the air… then nothing.Noah stood frozen for a moment, staring at Ramsay as if expecting something to change. When it didn’t, something inside him snapped. With a sharp motion, he hurled the spell book across the cell. It struck the stone wall with a heavy thud, pages fluttering violently before falling still.Ramsay laughed. Not loudly—but coldly and mockingly. Like the entire effort was nothing more than e