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He closed his eyes and pronounced barely audibly, “My victory is bitter when you’re angry, little one. But I won’t yield.” The necromancer pursed his lips and concentrated. He kept stroking his fingers over the lacquered surface of the wooden armrest. “The time has come,” he whispered. Visions of the possible future appeared before his eyes. It was the future he planned to construct now, as he had hundreds of years ago. Hills flooded with the blood of his enemies, the Dark storming over the continent, submissive and obedient to him. And hordes of the undead ready to conquer new cities. Ready to expand Aldenor’s territory to infinity.

Elder Callista and Nyx stood on either side, their faces grave. Selene raised her hand. Silence fell like a blanket over the assembly. “My friends, my pack,” she began, voice strong. “Tonight we face an enemy older than any of us—a darkness born of betrayal and blood. My uncle Orion has waged this war for centuries in the shadows. He seeks to drown our world in despair and rule over the ashes.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Ryker stepped forward, voice booming: “He has seen our fear, our hesitation. He has turned our fallen into weapons against us. But he underestimates one thing... our unity.”

I didn't think it would be a big deal to bring down the Azure Dragon family, but when it turned out they were related to demons, everything changed. "I can't have regrets now." Nero's eyes allowed me to observe the scene below, and I focused on a certain ogre. Being the solitary ogre in a camp made up exclusively of cyclops, the ogre caught the gaze of others. Altham, Deputy Chief That has to be him. The red-skinned ogre assembled the army and was most likely assigning tasks. I couldn't hear what they were seeing, and neither could Nero. I started exploring for additional noteworthy figures after recalling the image of the beastmen.

I stood whilst my squire and page tied on my armour, looking out at the force that stood against us. “They are less than we thought,” I said, rolling kohl between my hands to blacken my fingers. I smeared my fingertips across my face, from eye to eye and then down from eye to jaw. Narayan, my squire, looked over his shoulder at them. “Not much of a challenge,” he agreed. I offered him the kohl and he placed the marks of a necromance on my page Tiryth and then himself. “Mankind soldiers. Outnumbered and outclassed.”

He was a vampire elder who was over a thousand year. "She has to leave," another elder who's name was Marcus said. He was older than the three vampire elders Ington had.Ington is the name of their town. "You have no say in this," Vador said attacking Marcus with a rod. "Get off me," Marcus groaned his hands healing from the cut Vador gave him."How old are you. 200?" "I'm over 200 years," Vador spat. "Calm yourself Vador," Aleister shouted nodding at Vador literally telling him everything was going to be fine.

The scarlet tip exploded in the air like fireworks. Bang! Boom! Instantly, four Necrons jumped out from the Cadillac. Missiles were fired from their arms and directly hit the several combat vehicles around as well as the fighter jets hovering in the sky! Balls of fire and smoke soared into the sky. A modern warfare blockbuster was staged here! The leading man in combat uniform immediately shouted, “Fire!” However, it was too late! After the four Necrons dealt the blow, they immediately jumped to Philip’s side and guarded him closely in the middle!

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

In a blur of motion, Alexander unleashed his full power without reservation, his aura terrifying. "Stop him!" Morales exclaimed, shocked and enraged. He wanted nothing more than to take the life of the man before him, to avenge the two elders. Alas, he knew he was no match for this overwhelming force. With a momentary lapse in concentration, Morales' last subordinate fell, leaving him isolated. Though Morales' followers were all warlocks, they were easily defeated. 'Could this man be the legendary Martial Overlord?' dreaded Morales. If so, even at the supreme grand martial level, he was somewhat inadequate.

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

“Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Amadeus Soran, the strategic commander of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” Every single one of them was a well-known military figure in the Southern Warzone, capable of causing a typhoon with a lift of their fingers. They were so powerful that one word from them could determine one’s life and death. After they introduced themselves, Dax then introduced Andrius sitting on the main seat of the table. “This man here is the Wolf King.” What?! The W-Wolf King? Andrius was the Wolf King who commanded a million Lycantroops? Kapow!