It was still early evening, the twilight air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and steel. Many soldiers were walking around the Vellenor Army camp, their armor clanking softly in the gathering dusk.Not only were those on guard duty patrolling and keeping watch, but there were also many soldiers spending their time relaxing under the moonlight that cast silver shadows across the encampment. Of course, they were carrying weapons and ready to act at a moment's notice, their hands never far from sword hilts and spear shafts.That night, in almost every part of the camp, there were bonfires to keep warm against the night wind that carried whispers of approaching war. Some soldiers were showing off their combat skills, their blades catching firelight like captured lightning.Meanwhile, at the spellcaster camp, the atmosphere was tense as a drawn bowstring. Ivien, the Fey Chief, appeared to burst into the tent just as the audition for the selection of five spellcasters conducted by the new

The Enchanter seemed satisfied with his protective wizards, each one a weapon forged for the coming storm. He whispered to Hogret with the confidence of one who had chosen well."What do you think, friend? Do they have strong magic to protect me when darkness falls like a shroud?" Hogret did not answer with words, his silence more eloquent than speech.His two thumbs answered the question with gestures that spoke of approval. Hogret himself tested the abilities of the wizards, his experienced eye measuring their worth.After everything was settled like pieces on a game board, Guo Jiang thought there was something else he needed to take care of. He excused himself with the authority of one whose time was precious as gold."I am leaving this camp. I hope you all know your duties during the war, when chaos reigns and only skill determines survival! The first thing I want is a leader who can recite spells with the voice of command.""I will communicate with this leader. He will be the one

She spoke in a low voice, trying to sound friendly despite the menace that clung to her like shadow.She bowed and greeted the Enchanter with respect that bordered on mockery. "My name is Niossae, I am a Dark Elf from the Starfield Clan. I represent my people; we have come tonight to volunteer to join the Vellenor Army in battle," her voice carrying the music of distant winds through dead forests.Niossae Dark Elf's voice was cut off when suddenly, another shadow appeared from within the camp like a ghost given substance. His steps were hurried and long, covering ground with the urgency of one bearing terrible news.He spoke loudly, his voice cutting through the night air like a blade through silk. "Don't trust that Elf. They are a group of Dark Elves who often commit crimes! They often rob our Light Warrior Clan!" The accusation hung in the air like a death sentence.Instantly, all heads turned toward the source of the voice with the synchronized precision of a military drill. Thodr!

“Remember that future victory, it will be your Light Warrior Elf reward. A comfortable place to live, far from human attacks and the Dark Elves you have always hated! They will play a role in the future victory that will echo through ages."Thodr turned his face away and looked at the Enchanter with new understanding dawning in his ancient eyes. The Enchanter was smiling at him with expression that held secrets deeper than ocean trenches.Suddenly, Thodr was overcome with deep shame that burned through his chest like molten metal. He had been too selfish, thinking only of his group's hostility and ignoring Vellenor completely, placing personal grievance above greater good.Thodr stared blankly at the Enchanter as the wizard jumped onto the back of Ryu the Water Dragon, followed by Hogret and five spellcasters whose robes billowed in the supernatural wind. Thodr stared at the group as they flew toward the sky, their destination being Mount Matafail, where the Udristan Army was camped l

The sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly like distant thunder rolling across empty plains.Gradually, it grew louder, signaling that the rider was getting closer with each passing moment. The soldier grew larger and larger, taking shape from shadow into solid threat.He was alone, a single figure against an army of thousands. But he did not look afraid or intimidated, even though he was facing thousands of soldiers, including renowned warriors from Vellenor whose reputations preceded them like legends."He's been enchanted, or at least given a potion that makes him fearless beyond mortal limits!" Petiare, the spell-casting nymph, hissed with voice that carried the sound of rushing streams."Let him come closer! I want to hear the message from King Udristan, the words that may seal our fates," said Guo Jiang with anticipation that burned like cold fire.At a certain distance, approximately one hundred meters from Enchanter Vellenor, the messenger stopped with dramatic precision