The moon cloaked mountains quaked as thousands marched in Unison toward the mountains looming over the south of Sivennia.
The lush green trees were pulled from their roots by the giant wolves that served as the vanguard. Unlike the Wolves normally sighted in Sivennia, these Wolves fur shone with deep darkness. the gloom of impending doom, shrouding the sky above them.
The army of thousands sang chants in ancient tongues. their occultic minds washing the once silent forest in waves of deathly aura.
Deep into the army, a war wagon covered in wisps of blue electric cloud shaped spirals was pulled by two large horses; their coats shining with a deep blue. Their red eyes releasing gusts of killing intent.
On the carriage, a man covered in a deep black cloak stood silently, the movement of the carriage not impeding to his erect posture. The cloak covered his features leaving just a pair of abyssal eyes to view. He looked on to the army surrounding him with undisguised contempt. Their chants another reason for his black eyes to narrow. Tairron silently watched as they marched forward in neat formations. The thought of the war he was about to fight brightened his eyes. Maybe falling into that river was his fortune in disguise.
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Deeper into the south, a grey castle stood. tiny holes covered its grey stone walls. Atop this castle, two men stood as they chatted idly, their faces devoid of emotion.
"Kaizan, the ground quakes with the marching army. This bastards seem eager to die" Brivan Looked coldly at the rumbling forest.
The comrade by his side wore a light smile on his face. His eyes a warmth no average Joe could comprehend. His every action exuded unbearable gentleness.
Kaizan Wimlock, most commonly called 'The gods merciful hand'. He was a druid, born to be king . The calmness of nature had seeped deep into his bones from birth.
A rattle was heard in the wind as the staff in Kaizan's hand shone with a golden radiance. His loyalty had always been with his King. He would spare no one who dared to break his balance.
Brivan stared silently at the rattling staff, his eyes filled with dread. The smile on Kaizan's face was a stark contrast with the trembling of his hands.
The man wasn't one to offend.
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'haa' Alleon walked out of the portal with a grim look on his face. The whirling doorway closed up behind him. He looked at Mareeva, the look in his eyes strengthening her wavering heart. He turned to the man on his knees beside him. "Bromulus, let them sound the horns. war has come upon us."
A grunt sounded deep from the mans throat. The fury in his eyes burning holes through the velvet carpets of the throne room.
He vanished in a spark of green smoke.
Mareeva walked to the large floor to ceiling windows of the throne room. The smile on her face was one of deep seethed hatred.
Alleon walked behind his wife, gently putting his hands to soothe her back. "Darling, it will all turn out great" "Alleon, my anger cannot be soothed with words like these"
Alleon grunted in understanding, his anger too wouldn't accept the suppression.
The war that determined the fate of a certain someone had all began. The air churned in derision, apprehension clouded the air molecules 'this worlds creatures have begun another bout'
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Casiar was at the border when the horns blared in his ears. His heart thumped with pure Savagery, those horns had been left to the wind since the unification war. 'aaaarrghhh!' He couldn't contain it, his blood had been riled beyond control.
This blare signified the beginning of the rumbling.
"All soldiers of the border, the time has come for our reckoning"
The passage of time is overwhelming.
The war had begun and the Kings and Queens were riled enough to burn the world.
Alleon had burned his heart for a unification. He brought out the devil once, he dared to do it again.
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The gates of the border city opened with a loud groan, the drawbridge landed on the soft soil with reluctance.
The army of 500 000 men marched out of the city, their killing intent exploding into the sky. The war horses neighed, their blazing red eyes filled with the thirst for battle.
The three border armies had all been tempered by lightning and fire. The intensity of their combined aura's caused the ground to tremble and dark clouds to fill the sky.
They had never lost a war.
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The battlefield stretched across a plain of black stone and golden sand. The plain lied between the evergreen forest of the south and the border city of Sivennia's leading kingdom. Wind howled low across the field, carrying the distant cries of beasts and the crackle of magic.
The three border armies stood in disciplined formation; To the left was Caisar's dragon Army—one hundred and sixty thousand heavy infantry soldiers—stood shoulder to shoulder in crimson and obsidian armor. Their eyes burned like embers beneath helms shaped like dragon skulls. Casiar stood deep into the army, His deep red hair tied up into a tight ponytail. Deep blue eyes shone with calm savagery. His Gauntlets wrapped around his arms, deep red veins pulsing with heat. His mount stood idly by his side reflecting his master's savagery.
At the center, Brivan's Hound army formed a shifting sea of scales, feathers, and horns—two hundred thousand warriors; infantry and calvary, stood silently amidst the howling wind. Their frost like eyes contained with a calm fury as they faintly glowed under their silvery blue helms. Their commander, stood tall in silver-black armor, pale blue hair moving in the wind. His red eyes glowed faintly, predatory with an unshakable frost.
On the right flank, Kaizan's force gathered—one hundred and fifty thousand witches, fae, and druids. Their robes pulsed with runes and their staffs and wands glowed with restrained storms. Their faces were covered under a hood and golden metal masks leaving their gentle eyes out to the wind. Kaizan himself sat on his white horse like mount, with radiant gold and white robes like a holy prince. His green eyes shone beneath his hood ,a light smile hiding within. His staff rattled and hummed with pulsing green energy.
Across the plain…
The dark army arrived like a living shadow.
A million figures emerged from the mist, leaving the forest in utter chaos. The vanguard consisted of a mix of slow marching undead and dark fae with jagged wings. The werewolves had taken on their primal form. Their large fangs leaving saliva trails on the floor. The witches followed behind the two riding Mounts oozing with dark magic. The Vanguard creatures were lead by a commander of the dark army. Valkarian; His black hair was set free in the wind. Thread like strands added a little color to his pale face. A sinister aura surrounded his being as he gazed at the army with undisguised disgust.
The dark dragons moved behind the vanguard before them, their primal nature hidden within their humanoid bodies. They walked with a steady pace, sinking the dirt beneath them. The black stones were crushed into powder and the golden sands were charred underneath their feet. The berserk vampires had their feathered wings beating in brutal rhythm, light swords humming in their sheaths. The army of blood and fire were adorned in red and black armors, their bloodlust amplified by the crimson runes carved out on the armor. At their center rolled a carriage of dark blue steel, pulled by massive horses with glowing red eyes. Draped in a pitch-black cloak stood Tairron, his face hidden beneath a hood, motionless like a walking eclipse.
The rogue demons followed behind dragging their heavy blades. Horns rose out of their heads shining with an ominous red light. Brenton walked amidst them, his blade hung over his shoulder. He looked no different from the demons beside him. His towering figure stood above the little demons before him. His red eyes shone with a savage light as he looked on to the army on the other side of stone and sand.