Back at Pure Menace. After talking with Avin, Tristan went after Leona, who ran away after pissing him off. “That stupid dog.” He muttered furiously under his breath. Leona was laughing at the end of the corridor but noticed his expression and it was entirely different from their usual ones. “Tristan? What happened?” She asked, dying her laugh down and expressing bewilderment at his serious rage. “What’s with that face?” She asked. “That damn Avin, trying to mix with us. What does he think of himself?” He hissed, hating the idea of him being considered among them. “What can we do? He is our supervisor, he did his duty.” She shrugged, leaning on the wall. “But, he doesn’t have to involve my business. Seeing him infuriates me.” He growled, complaining about him with her. “He is not our Avin, he is an imposter.” He hissed, pressing his teeth together, barely able to hold his fury. “Okay, okay, calm down. It’s been six years since he has been here, can’t you settle it down?” She

A certain old man, Sir Laire Tademono, The eldest scholar and the education minister, espied at the preparation being done. “How petrification controls one’s heart.” Noticing how every soldier is ready to offer his life for its country, getting ready to leave for the war. “Or perhaps an intimate devotion?” He was on top of the highest building, hands closed at his back, contemplating the situation with stoic features. Glancing at the man in a black cloak, face hidden, hiding his presence, standing behind him.“So, what do you anticipate from this situation?” He asked calmly with a long sigh, not parting his eyes from the soldiers.“They are composing for the war.” He informed him, knowing he is the eldest and most trusted man.Taking advantage of his position, inviting an enemy.“I am not here to discuss their meaningless effort.” He replied in a deep raspy voice, the sound of footsteps coming closer but stopped.“Then?” He asked, turning to her man. “For what reason have you co

The soldiers were on stride, going towards their destination to meet the enemy for the war.They continued to walk for days, weeks passed by with no sign of the enemy but they were prepared with their army to face them. “We will set the camp here for tonight.” Kriss ordered, getting down from his white horse as they were setting things up to stay in the forest.“Yes, His Highness.” With a bow, everyone began to sit down and rest for the night before continuing their exhausting journey.“What is the size of the enemy's troupe?” Kriss asked.“From my estimation, minimum five thousand and maximum ten.” Persephone exhaled deeply.She was worried to the core as they had six thousand in total and the odds and comparison was not fair under all circumstances.“But our people are more skilled, We need better planning if we want to confront their numbers.” Kriss breathed out.Everyone nodded in agreement as they were looking at the map of Fier, the unit commanders were present to discuss what

Tristan heard the sound of the sirens from afar, a devilish smirk forming over his lips.Licking his lips in thrill, he curled his hand to control himself, witnessing the initiation of their war. Humming to spectate the glorious sight, “So it finally started, hmm?” “Where the hell is Tristan?” Gray asked, panicking at this moment.“He is not here yet.” The man responded, holding his sword with a trembling hand.“I guess we have no choice but to fight.” Gray muttered.Running towards the enemy as well to encourage his people to move forward.He was the General after all, if he wavered once, his team will as well.“What if their prince is the White Death?” The man asked.“That is absurd. There is no power among the royalty. There has to be someone else.” Gray replied.“Go, Men!” Shouted, they also began to run forward.“Persephone. Azen.” Kriss ordered.“Yes, His Highness.” With a nod they both parted.Persephone went to the left and Azen right.Kriss moved his sword in the air and mo

“Please, you need rest, His Highness.” A medic said, holding Kriss who inhaled deeply after regaining his posture. Standing upforth in his shining armor, ready to face the upcoming ordeals with a firm image. “I told you, I will not stop.” Kriss replied, holding his sword again, walking forward again to join his people. He was the in-charge, he must stay, he must fight till the end. “You have literally eliminated more than half of the enemy on your own. Please, let us do the rest.” The medic called worriedly, going after him but he refused to listen. They were worried he might affect his organ by this but he cannot bear to stand back and witness. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He ordered coldly, going to join the fight. The title holders noticed Kriss coming. They were displeased at his action knowing he needed rest but refused. “Tsk, he is coming.” Persephone muttered, killing her opponent, glancing over him. “Better finish this up before he becomes.” Zen suggested. Knowing h