Novel & Cerita The Iliad War

They took the oracle to the deepest part of the village where the rebels lived, to give him time to concentrate on divining the future that awaited them. "You must prepare for war, it is inevitable. Blood corrupts the enemy, so you must watch your necks if you want to win," that's all the oracle says, who was in the middle of what looked like a ritual. "Blood? Neck? Maybe we'll have to face vampires after all, this looks very bad," Marcus says. "I don't know, but we won't be afraid to face the people who want to harm us, so let's arm ourselves with courage and eradicate evil from the world. And if we need to go to war to achieve that, so be it," says Lyra optimistically.

A practice for the upcoming war that would take place in few months time. "War, how, what do you mean?" I questioned again and Lilian took a long breath, Stressed out with the so many questions I have been throwing at her. "Well, These are teenagers of red teeth pack. And since this particular set aren't up to 20years, they're not permitted to go for war. They only work is to sing and praise the gods in the battle field during the war. A unique way if inviting the moon goddess on our side." "So you mean they go to the battle field with you all without getting hurt?"

It was a declaration of war. To be continued...

His body was still taut with fury, but he didn’t push against them. I knew why he was angry. Because I was, too. We had all suspected Lila had stolen the blade. But now? Now it was too late. It was in Kade’s hands. And there was nothing we could do but prepare for the inevitable. The war was coming. The war had already begun. I turned to Lila, exhaling slowly. “We don’t have time for guilt or anger,” I said. “What’s done is done.” Callum let out a sharp breath but didn’t argue.

“Hah, and somehow you think that’s enough for me to stop firing? Our nations are at war, small one. My honor as an Imperial warrior compels me to wreck every enemy in my way!” “Are you honestly trying to tell us that attacking ships that are surrendering to you is honorable?” spat Kali. “That hardly sounds like something worthy of praise and prestige.” Orsethii’s anger rose more as Kali prodded her. To her, war was an indiscriminate killer. It had no reason to care who was a soldier or who was a civilian - all that mattered was the battlefield and those who survived it. More than that, she found some hypocrisy in what Kali said.

“I’m not going anywhere.” A flicker of something—respect? Admiration?—passed through his eyes. Adrian gave a small nod. “Then we fight this.” Elena exhaled shakily. “And if it’s Lucas?” A dark look crossed Adrian’s face. “Then he’ll regret it.” Elena didn’t know what Adrian meant by that. But as he walked out, one thing was clear— This war was just beginning.

He explained, his gaze solely fixed on me as if what I say goes and I feel grateful for these guys, who I get to call friends. Thoughts raced through my mind, and I couldn't shake the worry for Aleeza. I imagined the chaos and danger she might face because of the conflict. The war was brewing because of past tensions and rivalries between the Italians and the Russians. But there was no doubt that the incident of Aleeza getting kidnapped by my father played the main role that resulted in this war. I couldn't help but clench my fists in frustration, feeling powerless against the impending violence.

I continued. I felt bombarded and started pacing. "There is a war coming." William said, changing the subject. "We have managed to stall but it only gave Victorianna the opportunity to change the law of war." He continued. "What?!" I asked confused and pissed off. "Victorianna's way of protecting herself of course." Thentos quipped. "It is an one on one fight now. " "What?" I asked again. "One side have to choose a warrior to represent their side. Our warrior will fight the chosen warrior of the other side. The warrior that wins the side they represent wins. Alot like David and Goliath."

Each line meant. "Wish I could say their give-up easy to haul. That claiming makes loss okay. That win wipes grief. But nah. We claimed. Lila out. Alliance safe. And these twelve still gone. Still dropped. Still hurt by who loved 'em. That's war real. That's leading bill. That's what we haul." She stopped. Eyed each pyre. Seemed etching faces through fire. Seemed vowing recall. No forget. Haul 'em with.

Livia stayed beside her, Alessandro pacing in frustration, Sergio tapping furiously at his laptop, Carlo muttering about frozen accounts. The war wasn’t fought with bullets tonight. It was fought with paper, perception, and poison. And for the first time, Clara understood—this was how empires bled before they ever burned.