Arwin kept her distance as she observed the tough-looking guards outside the castle with her binoculars. There were about ten, five on each side, so Arwin shot Timothy a look and gestured at him to move to the other side. She also gestured to him that there are five guards on his side.
Timothy nodded as he split the group into half. The other half with Arwin, and they quietly and cautiously walked towards the guards closer, concealing themselves with the dark blankets Rosa made that they blend perfectly with the night sky.
Timothy went in first to avoid suspicion. If anything, they would not want to inform the other guards of the assault. Timothy shot a look at the kid from their village; he said, “Remember what I told you?”
The young boy nodded nervously. Timothy patted his head gently and said, “Good boy. Trust me; I’ll bring you out here alive, Kite.”
Kite then proceeded with the plan as he walked toward the guards pretending that he’s lost. The gu
Meanwhile, back at the village, Kite ran towards Rosa and the rest, informing them of the status of Timothy and the others at the castle. Rosa hurriedly started to get the airship ready. Gloin and the rest boarded the airship, and Rosa closed her eyes as she focused her magic from within her and directed it to make the airship fly. Her heart started beating like crazy. The whole plan relied on whether or not she could make that airship fly. She needed to start up the airship with her magic to bring it high enough until the air managed to sustain their flight, and that’s when Gloin’s mechanism would start to work. Rosa tied the rope around her waist to connect her to the airship once it started to fly up. She waited for the clouds to clear up and give way to the moon. The moon looked intimidating with a hint of red spreading- as it’s a drop of blood trying to consume the entire moon. It is indeed the raven’s blood moon. Rosa took a deep
Arwin and the rest of her comrades used the smokescreen to their advantage. The goal was to isolate and separate the children of the forest, knowing that they can’t take them down all at once. Everything is going according to Arwin’s plan as everyone did their tasks that they were assigned to. Each had their own posts and started injecting most of the children of the forest and the king’s army with a powerful sedative brewed by Rosa with a hint of Arwin’s power to buy them some time, at least until Mosse and the rest arrived to do their part. At this time, Gloin’s job was to take Mark away. They got back into their ship before the smoke cleared out. With Mark now gone, King Damon immediately woke up furious and in a great sense of panic and disorder. He shouted out, feeling a little disorientated, “Seize the outsiders! The Raven! The Raven is here! Kill her!” To his surprise, as the smoke cleared out, most of his troops were lying on the ground, uncon
Timothy, along with the rest of the trained villagers and comrades, proceeded outside to fight all sorts of creatures ranging from the close combat-type like aswangs to defensive monsters like kapre and tikbalang, and even the engkantos and doppelgangers that may seem too intimidating for most of the humans and even send anyone else running, but not them. The villagers firmly hold their ground. This is nothing compared to the fact that they were living in that hellhole for years. They all have encountered all sorts of creatures that the forest had to offer; nothing can faze them that much anymore. If the forest taught them anything, it’s that fear will end up killing you in this type of place. They have no room for fear. This forest was that kind of place. They faced their opponents head-on, “Oh well, what the hell, just another day in this forest. Ain’t that right, folks?” Someone shouted out loudly clearly making a joke to ease the minds of th
While everyone was busy fighting at the castle, at the underground, Mosse and his men struggled to find their way out. The plan originally was to dig a tunnel from underground to destroy the orbs and take the gold back out. They had thirty-six hours to do so. Right now, they've exceeded that mark. Thirty-seven hours have passed already and they didn't see the end yet. Everyone at the underground was panicking, “We’re stuck here. This plan won’t work and everyone up there will inevitably die!” They echoed questions like, “What should we do?” and “Will we die here?” It echoed through the tunnel they were digging for days now as it started to plant that feeling of fear, despair, and hopelessness in their hearts until it consumed almost all of them. Mosse realized this but he didn't know what to say. Who is Mosse- someone immortal- to tell them that they wouldn’t die there? He’s the least qualified person to tell them that and it’s been an h
That may be all these- all that they have done here is for nothing after all. Meanwhile, as John and the rest of the villagers struggle to stand on their feet after that long digging at the lowest basement of the castle in hopes to destroy the orbs that allow the king to control everything and everyone in the forest and facing the king's elite army, Arwin and Timothy struggle at the battlefield with absolutely nothing to their advantage. Rosa and Gloin are barely keeping the airships up, with the manananggals attacking them mid-air with those hideous bat-like wings and half bodies. Their abnormally long tongue reaches for the airship's mechanisms breaking and tearing it apart, with Rosa holding everybody up in the air as they try to fix it and defend against the manananggals as well. Gloin runs to Rosa, all sweaty and exhausted, "Rosa, how much longer can you keep this up?" “Definitely not long!” Rosa replies, struggling down to her
Gloin’s juggernaut form finally broke down into pieces releasing a strong gust of wind slicing the mananaggal’s tongue into pieces. He swiftly moved to tear its wings apart causing it to finally fall down to the ground with broken bones like the rest. His form unlike the juggernaut before seemed stronger, faster, and is equipped with more mechanisms to support him in attacking. It’s the juggernaut form at 70%. Earlier his form was only around 40%. Being attacked by magical properties by their race’s sworn enemies the witches, it automatically evolved the dwarves’ juggernaut form. Back then; it was the witches only mistake- trying to destroy the juggernaut’s form only ended up with the witches losing that one battle. Every other race forgot about that legendary battle but not them. That battle is the defining event of both their races that they passed down from generation to generation. Gloin remarked upon flying to Rosa, “The mid-a
As the skies grew darker, the war continued with everyone else fighting for their freedom while Sinas and his men patiently awaited the signal at the dark side of the forest. Sinas sits comfortably played with a chess piece in his hand while watching the events at the castle as they unfolded via his crystal ball he stole back from the castle. Dylan paced back and forth impatiently. Sinas took notice of this and remarked, “Dylan, can you sit down, you’re making everyone else panic.” “Sinas, when are we going to attack? At this rate, Arwin- our only chance of getting out of this forest will die and they will lose!” Dylan protested against Sinas plans, “Are we really going to just sit and watch here?” Sinas took a deep breath and sighed, “And what difference would it make if we recklessly go out there and reveal our plans?” "We can at least provide them help. We’re not just talking about their freedom- if we beat the king, everyone else ear
The dark engkantos started to help the villagers fight off the creatures and the children of the forests. Timothy finished off his opponent by using the mallet and throwing it right off the bat as he quickly barged in for an attack right at the blind spot of his opponent. Then, Timothy kicked off the spear from his grip and head-butted him until he fell unconscious. Timothy grabbed the spear and finished his opponent off when suddenly with the spear in his hands, his bleeding stopped and he felt stronger. Timothy chuckled as he inspected the spear, he remarked, “Ah this must be one of those ancient weapons that remains loyal to its wielder, and within the death of its previous owner, I guess I’m its owner now.” “Hmm Mark, I suppose I’d win against one-on-one combat with you now with this spear.”. Meanwhile, Gloin with only two minutes remaining on his juggernaut form decided to transform his armor into a bomb and let as man