"Yes my Lord."
General Bale saluted. "Good, let her know we'll be moving by sunset tomorrow." Lord Azril said, discarding his presence. "Yes my Lord " General Bale saluted. "You may take your leave, Bale." Lord Azril sighed and settled back to sit. General Bale saluted one last time and turned to the door, opening it and disappearing behind it. He stopped briefly ruminating on what Lord Azril had discussed with him. He's right; after all, hoping that Princess Lirl could fall in love with him is wishful thinking. Instead of returning to her tent, he headed in the opposite direction. "Bale !" She called his name. General Bale froze in his tracks. She seems to be been waiting for him to come out. This lady will be his destruction if he isn't careful. Instead of turning to face her, he just continued walking onward. "Are you avoiding me now because my Father told you to ?" She asked, hurrying after him. "No " General Bale fired back, avoiding her. "What do you take me for? A fool !" She screamed, overtaking and stopping before him, that he nearly bumped into her. "What do you think you're doing?" General Bale glared at her in a way that she couldn't figure out what was on her mind. "You wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't crossed your way like this." Princess Lirl rolled her eyes, folding her hands on her breast. "I don't answer to you, Princess Lirl; now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to ." General Bale saluted, walking past her again. Princess Lirl stifled her lips, heading to his Father's tent. Without warning, she opens the door and storms in. "Lirl, what brings you here ?" Lord Azril's mood lightened up like he had been expecting her. "What did you say to Bale? " She questioned, hiding his anger. Seeing that Lirl had not come to him based on what he had expected, he feigned the look of innocence. "Bale! What happened to him?" Lord Azril questioned. She folds her arms, glaring at him. "Oh!" Lord Azril gasped. His daughter had indeed grown overnight, she didn't even come to plead for his mercy. He couldn't believe she had come to challenge him on Bale's behalf. "Concerning him, I have words with him. Words that work him up to reality." Lord Azril said, keeping his fingers crossed. "Words like what?" She enquired, staring intently at him. "Well, I have been aware for a while that Bale has developed some unrealistic, butterfly feelings for you. So, I did my best letting him know how that could affect his position and task assigned to him." Lord Azril cleared his throat uncomfortable with his outburst. Princess Lirl's eyes narrowed on him, hearing what he just said. "Are you saying Bale loves me ?" Princess Lirl asked again in confirmation of what she just heard from him. "Ahem...yes. But I made him realize that his feelings are nothing but mere fantasy." "Wait! Are you telling me that you never knew?" Lord Azril's eyes widen in surprise. He had always believed that his daughter treated him like trash because she was aware that he was kinda like her. How come she never knew? "Of course, Father, I never knew. I was too busy doing your bids. I never had a never had a breathing space for myself either." Princess Lil scoffs, and she pauses for a while, making some considerations before speaking again. "How long have you known this Father?" She asked again. "Well, since you guys were teenagers. Well now you know" Lord Azril said casually, taking a sip of his wine. "Is it not a sin that Bale has feelings for me." She fired back. Surprised by his daughter's remark, he spat the wine out of his mouth. "Pfft. What did you say?" "You heard what I said, Father " She replied again. "What is that supposed to mean?" Lord Azril thundered. "The fact that Bale has feelings for me shows he's more human and ......." Lord Azril cuts in angrily. "Shut it right there, are you out of your sane mind? Don't tell me you're going to marry that commoner." "That scum I pitied when his parents were slaughtered in battle. I raised that boy as my son, trained him and made him the general of my armies. " "Of all people, he should be the last person you should consider Lirl. Even if he's the last man on earth, you should rather die a virgin that marries that Polk." Lord Azril leeched out, trying to cow her. But to his surprise, she remains unfazed. "That's where you're wrong. If you raised him as your son just like you claimed, you wouldn't see anything bad in him having feelings for me." She pressed further. "Something is wrong with you. You don't choose who you marry; I, Lord Azril! Will choose for you, and you better not go against my wishes." "Once we return to Ling, you're getting married to the Zalec family. You may take your leave." Lord Azril barked, hunching his back as he glared at her. "I'd rather kill myself than abide by your selfish plans. Mark my words, Father, I will get close to Bale, closer than you can ever imagine." "Every man has his uniqueness. I'll find what his is, and when I do, I'll fall in love with him and then marry him........" She had barely finished when her Father cut in angrily. "You dare go against me? I'd rather ....." It was her turn to cut in. "Trust me, Father, you won't. Why? Because I am the source of your wealth. What do you think will happen if I'm out of the picture?" Lord Azril's eye widens in fear. She's indeed the source of his wealth; it was with her immense talent I had been able to find extraordinary treasures which he sold at a high price. For the first time, his shaky hands withdrew from the table and dropped on his lap. He began to cough, covering his mouth with his hands. Squeezing his eyes shut, as his heart tinged in pain. He opened his eyes, staring at the blood stain on his palm. "Get out of my sight." Lord Azril heaved weakly. After Princess Lirl had gone out, he took a deep breath and slumped heavily on the bed. "How much time do I have left?"
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EPISODE 82 RISE OF THE ORIGINAL 1
A fracture rippled through his essence, not of flesh, but of purpose.And the blow landed, shattering more than the battlefield.It cracked the certainty that had anchored him since the dawn of war.His eyes dilated in milky white, and a vision surged.Of worlds burning in reverse.Voices calling out from unborn ages.Amidst the eternal flames, a hand.Small, trembling.Reaching for his.He held his breath. Not from exhaustion, but from recognition.What he saw was not an enemy... but a possibility.A life he had never lived.Something far worse than fear and anguish.Something so evil and terrifying he can't describe himself.And in that split eternity between heartbeats,He hesitated.Not because he was weak,but because he remembered.What it meant to feel.What it cost to forget.And far beyond the breach.Seated upon the throne of obsidian carved from the bones of dead stars,It watched.Vast.Unmoving.Its silhouette draped in silence like a cloak of judgment.Eyes like collaps
TEARS OF BLOOD; THE OATH OF FIRE
AN INTERMISSION WRITTEN FROM THE SWORD OF VENGEANCE The sky was tar-black and stormy, lit by flashes of bluish lightning that danced with thunder across the heavens.A torrential rainstorm broke loose, slamming into the earth, flooding the ground, forming puddles, ripples, and potholes in the sandy soil.Amidst the downpour stood men clad in Spartan-style helmets and Gothic silver armour, glinting under the fury of the storm. In their right hands, they held round, oval steel shields; in their left, dull bronze spears.They stood in tight battle formations as floodwaters pooled at their feet. Their hearts pounded beneath cold, heavy armour. Black capes flapped in the wind, soaked through, yet defiant.Before them, an unholy alliance of Demorticans, Dalmekuns, and the Eye of Urus surged forward in a dark swarm.At the army’s head, a middle-aged man emerged on horseback, silver armour gleaming. His black, silky hair stuck to his face, soaked and wild. He held his helm
EPISODE 81 THE FIRST STORM
As thunder cracked like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the cliffs above Ashfall Hollow.The sky began to rain down, not of water, but fine ash mixed with embers, turning the sky into a storm of dying stars.Inside the temple, as Cathiana led them out of the Vault, she walked in fluid movement,, which made her presence more ethereal.Like she was electric. With every step she took, unseen forces echo with the hum of alignment.On the other hand, others followed in silence, shaken by what they had witnessed. None dared question her.Not even Kalus, her protector, whose usual sarcasm had turned into reverence.Elena kept glancing over her shoulder from time to time.“Those cloaked figures… You saw them too, right?”Austrus nodded grimly. “We’re not alone in this war anymore. The veil is thinning”He muttered.And there was silence again.Finally, they emerged into the open hollow once more, witnessing the chaos of the dark clouds rolling faster now, swirling into a vortex that
EPISODE 80 BENEATH ASHFALL HOLLOW The journey to
Ashfall Hollow began under a sky laced with stormlight.The wind had changed; Elena felt it first.A shift in the scent of the earth, a low thrum beneath the soles of her boots as if something ancient stirred just beneath the surface.Cathiana walked ahead, leading them through forgotten paths no map recorded.No one questioned her direction.Not even Austrus, whose usual cynicism had dulled to wary silence.Delilah had tried once, asking where exactly they were headed.Cathiana had simply turned her head, the golden ring in her eyes flaring like a second sunrise."To where I ended. And where it all begins again."Ashfall Hollow lay in a crater vast enough to swallow a city.Jagged cliffs rose around it lik
EPISODE 79 ARROW OF JUDGEMENT
From the Hall of the Supreme Father, a whisper ignited the dormant flame.The Holy Flame rose, spinning and humming with divine light, condensing into a radiant arrow.Alive with purpose, vengeance, and purity.Aimed directly at Erimense of darkness.Just when darkness crowned itself king, the Flame remembered its promise.”In the Hall of the Supreme Father, beyond the constellations of the Seraphim, a tremor rang out.The Flame Eternal, long dormant, stirred.It whispered the names of the righteous, roared with the wrath of the forgotten, and took shape.A hooded figure emerged from the sacred shadows.
EPISODE 78 THE HONOR OF THE UNMAKING
Time stuttered.Seconds skipped.History blinked.Erimenses of Darkness had arrived.A god not born of time but of its desecration.A being whose very breath withered the chronicles of kings and crumbled legacies to dust.He stood tall.Twice the height of a colossus, his cloak a veil of writhing void, his eyes suns of dying galaxies.In one hand, he carried Grave Mourn, the sword that devours light.In the other, a shard of inverted time.Something not even the Continuum of Time herself dared to name.&nbs
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