THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Two:Flames of Kingdoms and the Cry of the Earth

Narrator’s Opening:

The echo of the first clash had not yet faded,

and the sky was still torn apart from the fierce battle between Poseidon and Oungan.

Lightning ripped through the clouds as if the heavens themselves screamed in pain,

and water and light collided until the air itself became cold fire.

But… that was only the first spark.

The moment silence fell for a heartbeat,

the sound of horns thundered across the horizon,

awakening the sleeping beasts in the hearts of men.

The battlefield, which had been still after the first explosion,

turned into a living hell.

The roar of soldiers rose like a human storm,

thousands of throats screaming the names of their kingdoms,

as waves of steel clashed upon ground cracking under the weight.

> “Forward!”

“For the kingdom!”

“No retreat!”

The earth trembled beneath their feet,

and the sky was stitched with sparks of flying blades.

Archers unleashed volleys of flaming arrows,

while mages in the rear drew magic circles glowing with the color of blood.

Narrator:

> “Every arrow fired was a promise of death,

and every scream a herald of the end of an entire kingdom.”

And amidst that hell,

Oungan still stood —

his body dripping with water and steam after the clash,

his black sword glowing with a deadly golden light.

He smiled a mad smile,

as if the destruction around him was a symphony made for him alone.

Oungan (mocking, his voice slicing through the mist):

> “Hahaha… you fish,

is that all you’ve got?!”

Poseidon (his deep voice shaking the earth):

> “What you don’t know, Oungan…

is that your end is closer than you think.”

He raised his trident,

and behind him, massive water circles formed,

rippling like the eyes of the earth weeping.

Then he unleashed them all at once —

columns of pure water piercing the air like divine cannons.

Oungan (shouting, glowing with energy):

> “Excellent!! That’s exactly what I wanted!!”

He planted his feet on the cracked ground,

and roared,

bursting with radiant golden energy.

His black sword ignited like a meteor fallen from the sky,

then slashed upward —

a single strike splitting the water columns,

turning them into boiling vapor that consumed the horizon.

But the true struggle was not only between the two commanders.

Down on the field,

the armies clashed with inhuman ferocity.

The soldiers of the Golden Kingdom, led by Oungan,

charged forward — their shining armor burning the eyes,

reflecting tongues of flame.

Opposing them,

the soldiers of the Depths Kingdom, led by Poseidon,

marched beneath artificial waves covering their advance,

as if the sea itself fought by their side.

Every collision birthed a new death cry,

every step drove a spear into another man’s chest.

Blood mixed with soil,

and heads rolled silently beneath the pounding rhythm of war drums.

In the rear, where the shadows thickened and quieted,

stood Hades, watching.

His face was pale as a dead moon,

and his white hair danced in the muddy wind.

He spoke in a voice cold as if rising from the mouth of the earth itself:

Hades:

> “How pathetic…

Humans killing each other for land that will never belong to them…

It will swallow them all in the end.”

From the opposite side,

Semiviel appeared,

his eyes gleaming with the hunger of a wolf.

He raised his massive sword slowly,

his voice rumbling like clashing steel:

Semiviel:

> “Hades…

There’s no time for philosophy.

We’re here to carry out orders.”

Hades (with a faint smile):

> “Orders?

Have you become a tool too?

Seems the disease of obedience spreads faster than fire through straw…”

They both moved at the same moment.

A strike from Semiviel’s sword split the air,

met by Hades’ twin daggers glowing with deadly black energy.

They clashed —

darkness and sparks exploding together,

and nearby ranks stumbled back under the pressure of the resulting shockwave.

Narrator:

> “Beneath the torn sky,

between blood and water,

two fronts of the same hell ignited:

one between gold and the ocean,

the other between darkness and light.”

Hades circled Semiviel like a phantom,

his daggers striking and vanishing as if shadows attacked the light.

But Semiviel was a mountain of steel —

every swing caused a quake,

every block left sparks lighting up the field.

Hades (mocking as their blades clashed):

> “Tell me, obedient one…

Do you even know who we’re fighting for?

Or are you just a dog that moves when the bell rings?”

Semiviel (cold as stone):

> “I fight for no one…

but to protect my homeland.”

Their blades met again,

sparks veiling the sky for seconds,

and the sound of tearing metal thundered like a storm.

Hades (amid the sparks):

> “And does protecting your homeland mean slaughtering everyone not born in it?”

At that same moment,

the third explosion roared from the other side.

Oungan and Poseidon collided once more,

the ground erupting beneath their feet,

water and gold clashing with breath-stealing violence.

The screams of soldiers faded within the storm,

as if the entire world shrank into a single moment of rage and power.

Narrator (in a voice choked by smoke):

> “In that land…

that refuses to be called a homeland,

they fight for the right to claim it.

But the earth does not choose its owners —

it devours them all…

when its soil has drunk enough of their blood.”