Novel & Cerita Hero Class Civil Warfare

They were silenced before they could even make a sound, their lives extinguished in a single violent moment. Vivienne saw bodies drenched in blood that sprayed across the battlefield every time a limb was being ripped off. She saw a great number of limbs torn from bodies, saw heads crushed beneath brutal force, saw warriors, some shaped like men, others not, falling, rising and fighting again in endless cycles of destruction. Swords clashed again and again, their ringing cutting through the air. The sound was deafening, a chaotic symphony of agony, rage, and death.

A thick spray of hissing, molten lava splattered across my leather pauldrons, but I didn't drop my stance. I stood as an immovable wall between the threshold and the stone brazier where Elena's physical frame sat motionless, her silver eyes wide and unblinking as her spirit navigated the ghost-lines below. The civil war had hit its boiling point in the dark woods. I knew my warriors were outmatched by the cosmic fire, but as the door began to splinter off its hinges, I bared my teeth in a silent promise to hold the line until the Queen could drag Kaelen back from the void.

“Caius was one of the best Lieutenants of the Old War, at least from what I can tell. Of course, he doesn't remember a thing. But from the textbooks I’ve read and the pictures I’ve seen, he was a true hero for all mankind.” I try to imagine Caius as a heroic man, leading troops off to fight for the freedom of beating hearts and emotional minds. Why do I not remember his name from Professor Evans’ lessons? Surely he was mentioned at some point, but then again, perhaps his name was different in the textbooks.

Jaiyana lifted her hand to quiet the room again, a smile gracing her face. “The evil we face now has been lost to memory. Lost to time and ancient myth. We can feel its effects all around us. We feel it in greedy men, scornful women, and those who live to do others harm. Yes, it is true Durga defeated the Demon King, but she could not have done it without her army.” She paused as the warriors muttered in agreement. “You are the true heroes of this story. You are the teeth and claws, the steel and fire, the magic and will that will stand between this world and ruin. Without you, I am nothing but a spark. With you, we become a blaze that no shadow can extinguish.”

A thousand soldiers stood at attention in the square, their uniforms neat, their eyes solemn. Beneath the towering flagpole stood a tall man in black armor Commander Picsis, my former instructor in the Wolf Fang Special Forces, now the leader of the Black Flame Legion. In his hands rested a carved ebony urn my parents' ashes. Viserys took the urn reverently and placed it in my arms. "The heroes of the Empire have finally returned home," he said softly. Then he bowed and thousands of soldiers followed. "Salute to the heroes of the Helian Empire!"

They wouldn’t have that, because it was taken from them. The devils were going to bleed tonight. The world would fall in line. He would bring to the World Council to their knees, hunt them down one by one if needed, and watch the life drain from their eyes. He would take pleasure in it, because they had been to eager to watch the life drain for hers. War was coming. He was the war and he was the revolution. He would the world a better place for the next generation, because he knew that was what she’d want.

“And I led him into that fight. I asked him to follow me into something we all knew might kill us.” “He followed.” “I know he chose.” I pushed off the wall. “I’m just tired of every choice coming with this kind of price.” Kael didn’t argue. He simply walked beside me back inside. That was the right thing to do. The last count came the next morning. Helena handed me the paper without ceremony. One hundred and seven warriors are dead. Forty-three civilians are dead. One hundred and fifty-three were wounded, thirty of whom probably wouldn’t survive the week.

This was the ugliest side of humanity. The cause of this carnage was surprisingly–soldiers. Deserters. People who initially swore to protect the citizens but fled during the war were now once again trampling on their vows by doing the very opposite of what they swore. But the girl had no way of knowing that back then. Nor did she need to care about it at that time. All she knew, all she could understand, was that her paradise was about to be destroyed. All she knew was the cause of this destruction were filthy beings worse than any demons.

Finally at last my father agreed. Joining the ranks of Marida's army, I soon became famous for my victory in war, The reason why I became popular was busy, I made our enemies surrender without both of us suffering from any casualties... Back in this era.. War was settled by the champions or best fighters from each opposing side.. If one knocks down the other, or kills him or makes him surrender, the armies of the defeated opponent surrender. Before long, I became a hero, and was loved by all, especially the women... Every time, I return from battle, they would entertain Mr by offering their bodies to me to do as I please...

As the legions began tending the wounded and securing the pass, Caelan looked out over the battlefield, the bond humming steadily with Lucien. The first major battle had been won. But the civil war had only just begun. And the forbidden mate stood at the very heart of it.