"Whoaahh!" August inhales deeply, his heavy breathing could be heard across the room. Vision about the past made his chest heavy but pain never comes. His body twitching like an empty water hose filled with unsteady water source. He still really confused with what he just saw, he can't remember how it's started. His sight still foggy and he can still see the white glowing light around him. He realised that flasback wasn't his memories, it was the story of the Avrupa continent. In a minute August felt the world around him spinning again, his sight goes dark and he passed out.
Cavalry charge sweeping the battlefield after the sound of war horn could be heard. The scream of pain, sword clashing, and the horses shoes stomping at the ground and the body dominating the area. The battle that almost like slaughter really crushing the heart of other who spectate as a neutral side. There was only one command by the prince, kill! At the hill near the battlefield, a young man with full plate armour and a curved sword on his waist walking around back and forth seemed like waiting for something. Not long after, a soldier with leather armour running to him.
"My prince, The Volga reinforcement has coming from the east! Report from our scout, the enemy is around three thousand infantry, five hundred cavalry and five hundred archers!
"Good! We crushed Chernigov, now at battling Smolensk, Volga coming to it's doom. Inform the Thousand Commander Sviggo to prepare the reserve squad, I'll take the lead with the second cavalry and not let Garrid getting all the fame!"
"Yes, my prince!" with a fast paced walk like almost running the soldier moved to their camp.
Avant started praying, wore his helmet then calling his horse. He then rode his horse to the front of his camp, in there a formation of around a thousand cavalry with the iconic curved sword. At the front center of the squad, a tall figure with a showy mustache and a fur hat showing a big smile.
"Good morning, my prince. Reserve squad of thousand cavalry ready!" Sviggo reported.
"Let's ride! We'll crush The Volga!" Avant said with a roar like a hungry bear taunting it's enemies.
"All hail the prince!" sound of soldiers and war horn started sounding long note that mark the march of the soldier.
Avant and Sviggo rode in the frontline like an arrowhead accompanying a beast stampede afterwards. The thousand cavalrymen raising and swinging their curved sword to carve some fear of the wilderness to their enemies. Another slaughter occured, the Volga troops was still tired of their marching pace and wasn't ready because the battlefield shouldn't at that place. The infantry line getting dispersed and the cavalry was far in the front.
Avant first target was the archers in the back line, he cut the line of Volga troops then divide his men into two. One follow him to attack the cavalry, the other going around and targeting the back line of the Volga troops. Chipping bit by bit of the enemy, the cavalrymen keep dividing into two and become one again to cut the line. Little by little the Volga troops line of defense had crumbled, some routed and another slaughtered. The leader of Volga never get the stage to shine because Avant was like a dark cloud that blocking the light and strike you with thunder.
Occupying the other tribes, Avant made every woman, children, and man that still alive to work for him. Every tribe or villages doesn't get taxed but have to send their people to work in Kiev. Avant never wanted slavery but working society, every people he conquer or defeat never gets humiliations. The prince really honour the duel between a person, he never attack other that doesn't have a weapon in their hands except the duel was bare handed. All person should obey the God, he as the hand of God will make them obeying the god together as one.
Kiev at the second years of Prince Avant leadership was the starting golden era, the population content about food and safety. The tax have been stable and the workers productivity was high, children's education and training improved and making great progress. Like an utopia of monarchy absolute and socialist kingdom, Avant becomes the main reason and generator that made it works.
"Who do you think I am? Your master, boss of this forest and the last leader of the soul devourer!" The master shouted at Darron.
"But..." Darron tried to respond.
"What is the use of just a name, everybody can name himself or others!" The old master said again.
"Just call me Master of Dark Arts or maybe Master of Puppets! hahahahaha" shouted the old master then hitting Darron in the head.
"Okay I'll call you Undefeated Legendary Master Teacher of the Continent Avrupa" Darron smiled widely with his two hands making the ok sign.
"Master, can i try that thing? asked Darron
"Here, this is the invention of the eastman. Some years ago an old man with black hair and weird looking cape but i forgot the name was coming here. He said that he jumped too far and lost in here, that is the gift from him."
"Ahh, i remember my name was Eletf and it means the world tree. No, that's wrong Eletf was the wood spirit i ate. Damn age made an old man suffer. hahahahha Yes, now i really remember that my name is Erlik of the soul devourer tribe. Good student, i am Erlik your teacher and master!"