"I was still unable to summon the divine power within it and couldn't get it to accept me. Another failure like previous times. It used to shine bright, glittering divinely with golden colors along with radiating celestial energy, it's incomparable power -while it is in the strong hands of Ares, but all the enchantment faded away and slowly lost it's charm and power. It was no more than a normally wielded , cheap and dull sword in my hands. I wanted to gain that power of sword no matter what, it can make me strong I'm quite positive."*
"Got it. " Gus replies while he kept reminding himself that he needs to become stronger in order to be get chosen by the sword.
Ares and Gus continued the exhausting training for another five days. And after that specific time of strenuous bodily exercise Ares as a token of appreciation handed a book over to Gus which consisted of the teachings of Unholy Sword and inquired him about- to leave the warfield.
"It's been five days already, if the enemies won't show up until tomorrow we will head back to the village. So you go ahead of us now and forward the message to Mars." Ares assigned a task to Gus who nodded at first.
"Ok. I will be waiting for you to teach me more Ares." Gus took off with a smile yet with a hint of disappointment that Ares still doesn't want him on the Warfield even when there is no enemy to fight, probably .
[Yawn]
"Guarding Caracus while they're sleeping for five days straight is taking toll on all of us, isn't it Ares? If it isn't for you and your friends, we wouldn't have gotten those 2-3 hrs of sleep." Edward appreciates the work Ares and his soldiers did as to guard Caracus and letting the Villagers of Mindoro to take naps as well.
People from Mindoro slept for 2-3 hours while Ares and his party watched over them, to oogle for any peril. This shows the amount of hard work they had gone through to stay awake by going without sleep for days and be cautious at the same time rather than drowsy.
But If there is any chance for enemy to show up while they're in this bad situation, the enemy might get an upperhand on the two villages effortlessly.
"Yes it is, I really want to go back to the village and sleep for a week straight ,haha." Ares replies to Edward with a hint of playfulness half laughing and yawning.
"I really thank your village for not only guarding us but also for help rebuilding our village, Edward. And I see you guys will leave after tomorrow. If no enemy shows up until that time, let's have a toast tomorrow then. Again I really want to thank you warmly for coming here to our help." Nero chips with grateful eyes.
"No no let's not do a toast ,haha. We agreed to help you so we are not going to accept anything in return. Let us all get along together for tonight. We will be leaving tomorrow evening anyway. " Edward declines his frank offer with a smile.
"Ahh I see. Too bad... but It's ok." Nero replies crestfallen with a disappointed face and heads back.
[At night]
"Looks like some dark clouds are heading our way, we will get soaked haha. Let's search for a hill to take shelter for tonight." Edward's looks up above the skies while commanding his units. Predicting a fierce storm at hand.
As Edward keeps watching, the sky seems to be lighting up slowly. He is confused as to why the sky seems to be burning up with anger. As he realises gradually he could see huge fire balls falling from the sky highly aimed. And they were bigger in size too as much as the size of a two combined cannon balls.
"Fuck it's ENEMIES! Bring the barricades. We're gonna get hit by Mortars!" Ares yelled loudly panicking for everyone to wake up from their slumber.
Suddenly the ground that everyone was sleeping began rumbling and shaking vigorously as soon as the cannon balls hit the shore of Caracus. The shockwave shook everyone who was deep into slumber. The cannon balls were leaving huge trenches wherever they made contact. Every warrior rushes to the scene with their barricades, shields and their weapons. No one is following the formation that they did on the first day. Every one was horrified and is standing at whatever location they found to stay rooted , they are standing together ready for a huge battle that is about to take place.
Two huge battle ships can be seen from the mist, slowly approaching towards Ares and the villagers. There will be at least five hundred soldiers in those both ships combined. Numbers wise, Caracus and Mindoro are a hundred more but the people in the battleships are elite soldiers, deadly trained with highly weaponry compared to normal villagers who were braced with ordinary ones.
Out of nowhere all of Mindoro villagers and Ares party is standing inside surrounded by Caracus warriors that rushes and positioned outside with the barricades and shields seeming to protect them from the enemies.
*"What is this uneasy feeling? Something is not right"* Ares keeps hesitating while trying to process what was happening in front of him.
Suddenly the barricades and shields which are supposed to protect them from the enemy attacks are turned inside. It's like Caracus is not holding barricades to stop enemy, but holding it inside surrounding every villager of Mindoro as if they have made a cage of barricades with Mindoro inside.
What is this new turn of events when everything is already in chaos?
500 warriors of Caracus surrounded the puny 100 Mindoro villagers. As everyone from Mindoro is perplexed. An old guy with an evil smile walks towards this mob while his hands are crossed behind him as if he is pulling something. And literally behind him are the corpses of supporters and messengers who belonged to Mindoro Village being dragged down by Nero and the rest of the Caracus villagers.
Every villager standing inside the cage of barricades realised they were tricked!.They were betrayed and trapped "simply blinded by trust" and everyone lost hopes on their lives.
"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING NEROO!" Ares shouts on the top of his lungs while watching the villagers who helped him, came to fight for him were now lying lifeless while Nero is laughing like a maniac- a madman.
Edited by - Aysel Inara