Malefic and Spiteful beings lurked within the shadows of Minas Vrundil, the birth place of the Twilight Alvanis, hidden deep beneath the Undergrowth, unseen dark forces that lie, Shying away from civilization, scheming their nefarious plans of revenge.
Too quick, too cunning, that they could maim you breathless . . . choking pressure befell upon you as flesh peeled and bleed, intoxicated while gripping the throat with bone hands, gasping for an ounce of fresh air one last time.
They Watch as you Whimper in fear with their smiles widened, they watched as their forces slaughtered and defiled your loved ones, they watch as everything you have built are nothing to them but soon to be ruins, laughing hysterically maddened with eternal grief and anger as they could only do all these things with merciless tyranny.
These forces reveled on it, Amused and Bewitched by a loathsome darkness that befell their kind the same way it did to yours and everything else . . . . .
Spell Bomb after spell Bomb, Cantrips after Cantrips, Magic is to Magic.
As the battle raged on the Carriage fled the premises, Arvin was a little bit good but Gwyndelin was critically injured but not enough to be considered lethal while Reg' Nalson is no where to be seen.
Arvin collapsed out of exhaustion, while Gwyndelins curse flared up again making her flinch in pain as she stood up barely keeping herself conscious on the way to the Healing Springs.
They were soon slowly but surely being healed the moment they arrived back at Faerwood by the Ancient Forest Keepers with there Half Horse and Half Man stature that long have protected the place from any intruder.
Two of the remaining Blaze Wardens mustered the strength they had left to recount the confrontation that happened all the while back to the Lord of Faerwood Axel.
"The Enemy will not return again my Lord *urg the Dark Lord has been mortally wounded this time"
***
Gigantuar Trees loomed over the distant Weald, While an Alvan wearing a deep Green Leaf like cloak stood on top of a branch, Observing the distance of any inch of abnormalities.
All the Suddenly . . .
A Signal flare could be seen at the sky, the outposts of the Alvans new what this ment, they were stationed there to halt the advance of their cruel brothers and sisters deep within Minas Vrundil.
However they new that this flare wasn't ordinary, for the color reflected the royalties, And the Alvan Rangers had to move fast to the dilapidated ruins of Minas Mordums Air space the moment they saw it.
"The Future Queen Is in Trouble, Get the Royal Army! For the Light of the Moon"
"Hurrah"
The loud horns of Battle filtered the surroundings as the commanders rode their Gryphons high above the sky.
An entire Legion of them came out of the trees, In full camouflage Mithril Armor, They Ran with swift movements and hurried steps at speeds of twenty meters per second towards the Battle that took place.
And when they got there lightning and Frost could be seen clashing against each other with great regal force.
***
"I can't hold on to this much longer! How far are we from the nearest outpost Reg!" Gwyndelin bellowed with great effort put to it.
Pivoting his Body, Reg'Nalson bends backwards at immeasurable speeds dodging and weaving the long Swords of the Twilight Inquisitor as they stood on top of the flying carriage while he is engaged in a sword fight.
"Not much Longer My Lady, The entire Alvan Army has been alerted by this commotion alone! After all we are still near the Capital"
Jumping in the air Reg spun around above her, twisting himself into a blur, appearing right behind the Inquisitor flurrying his double edged curved blades at the nape of her neck.
The Twilight Inquisitor then bends her body and pushes herself sideward by bending her ankles while kicking to the left side on the carriages exterior in slouching position as she weaved the first of the flurrying.
With one sword she countered the first blade that struck at her dragging it down wards the opposite direction from her body through her heightened sense and with the help of the Sword domain.
Reg then moves his other arm and was about to stab the Twilight Inquisitor, But she bended her body again and did a back flip that kicked his Blades upwards, parrying it with the bladed ends of her augmented soles.
Her Swords mechanically retracted itself as she did this.
Spinning around upside down, She started break dancing while attacking Reg'Nalson with her bladed soles.
Reg flipped the grip of his Blades vertically and held it tightly in his hands reversing it to fit the current fighting art of the opponent, as he parried and weave the unorthodox combat style of the Twilight Inquisitor.
Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right . . . This spinning mayhem went on till she did a drop kick at him that Reg parried, And readjusted her position by rolling backwards as she was thrown a good distance away from him.
When she stood up she shouted in great rage with this Feminine Welsh Accent towards her opponent.
"Fight Me Seriously Reg'Nalson! Fight ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT" going down into a crouching position she lounges towards Reg and made her next attack as her swords magically appear at her hands.
"Pricking Liu Vestele" Reg'Nalson blurted out.
Reversing the grip of his Blades, Reg and Vestele Clashed their weapons against each other locking themselves into place.
*tsing clink
"Dammit Vestele You really Want the head of your Former King So Bad Do you!"
Pushing the Blade Lock away he twisted his arms into a blur, flurrying towards her again, Slowly making cuts at her Armor and skin.
"YOU ARE NOT MY KING REG AND YOU NEVER WILL BE!! . . . MALEFICA WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU BEING WEAK, SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT LEADER IF IT WERENT FOR YOU!!!" Vestele shouted all the while dodging Regs flurrying of daggers.
Dancing as she slashed both her swords upwards and breaking Regs Guard with her Guard Breaking skills, Shifting her position to the side she dodged Regs Burning Eldritch Blades slashing horizontally curved towards her and Elbowed Reg to the neck.
"Gack " A Hex mark could be seen at his neck the moment he was hit, But that did not came without a cost, Reg rolled to her opposite side when he was hit and kicked her footing, tripping her as he slashed upwards to the direction she was about to fall upon.
Rolling her body Vestele parried the attack, But was also flunged upwards from the sheer force making her almost fall off the Carriage, Hanging at the back as she nearly slid off.
Reg then held his neck to check the mark as his breathing began to become difficult.
"REG!!!" Gwyndelin Seeing this as she floated at the air riding a gryphon couldn't help but shout and begin casting a Siphon On him.
Her hand was a inch away from casting the spell, Suddenly a Bolt of Icy Specters nearly cuts it off as she retracted it with quick motions, The Icy Specter was blasted by a mechanical bird the moment it was about to hit the carriage.
Looking up at her current opponent she couldn't help but sigh.
"How many times do I have to fight you?" Gwyndelin questioned the Spectral King as if tired of fighting the same enemy over and over again throughout the years.
"RAAAAAAHHHHHHH" Shrieking with great blood thirst the Spectral King Launched Ice Bolts of spectral teal towards Gwyndelins position.
"FULMINIS" Blue Regal energy shot out of Gwyndelins arms as she chanted in Alvish, completely countering the Dreadful necrotic blast of the Spectral King.
Both forces collided against each other with unimaginable amounts of regal energy, trying to force each other into a stand still with the power clash of each other's spell.
Gwyndelins hands shook as she grunted struggling to push back the regal blast with her energy like Plasma beam.
The Spectral King did the same as he started harnessing more Regal Force with out a hint of exhaustion on powering the spell.
Both also went on a stand still.
Meanwhile Arvin was controlling All of the Mechanical Birds in pilot mode, Firing at the other spectral kings and Acolytes who were battling the Blaze Wardens and the Alvan Ranger Reinforcements as they flew close to the ground.
Arrow upon Arrows were fired from the Alvan Rangers below as they swingged from tree to tree and followed the carriage that flew at a good height trying to shake off the enemies behind the Royals.
They could not land as the thickets of the Weald would block their path, and they couldn't go to the open ruins of Mordum as it was obviously a trap.
So they begun circling around the area till the Legions of Alvans meant to protect the Alvan Royals to appear and apprehend the enemy.
But this made it that Time was off the essence.
'Damm it at this rate One of us Might get killed if the reinforcements don't get here soon' Arvin thought to himself worriedly as he gazed towards the display screen of his mechanical bird through the scrying ball.
Controlling the Runes embedded inside the Mechanical Flying Construct he controlled it with expertise As if he has done something like this before.
'Good thing I know how to fly drones back at my day' It then soared upwards into a high enough height and begin diving towards the nearest acolyte flying around the carriage.
"BLITZKRIEG LITTLE SCHEISSER" Arvin loudly shouted as he fired towards it while launching all of the missiles towards a single target.
The enemy could only make this loud Wilhelm scream as he was hit by the multiple projectiles of the Apex Hunters Missiles and Plasma Bolts.
"Ahhhh" Arvin heard a familiar shout of pain while he was battle against the enemy inside the reinforced regal carriage.
"Mother !!! Rusi status" he said as he gazed at the dazed Gwyndelin.
(Yes)
(Gwyndelin) (Life Force 40/200) (Regal Energy 130/900) dazed, shield broken, curse pain.
Looking at the one who did this, He was filled with rage, As he saw the Spectral King was smiling mockingly at her.
"I WILL KILL YOU" Arvin shouted out to the Spectral King while controlling the Apex Hunter to charge right at him with the notion of self destruction.
The construct started to become unstable as its reactor was gathering to much regal force, causing it to nearly implode.
Each of the Blaze Wardens backed off when they saw this, As they were smart enough to comprehend the situation at hand.
This wasn't noticed by the Spectral King until he sensed the large amounts of Regal Energy coming towards at him, Swiftly looking back he shot at it with lighting, But Arvin commanded the Apex Hunter to absorb it indirectly as it continued to charge.
"Asta La Vista Baby" Arvin couldn't help but say, As the Mechanical construct smashes itself at the Spectral King who had no time to react to it with great force.
And when it did, a Large Ball of Blue Fire could be seen at the sky, Almost as strong and large as a Mini Nuke, The shockwave could be felt from miles away, As everything was nearly blown out of proportion.
The Rangers could only mesmerize the view of the explosion as they were blinded by its immediate set off.
The carriage spun around a bit as the force of impact was just distances away.
Both Twilight Alvanis fell off from it and into the ruins of Mordum as they both fought each other while they fell.
Gwyndelin could only hold tightly on the gryphon mane as it was being dragged by the carriage.
"RAAAAHHHHHHH" That was the noise that Arvin heard before he felt suddenly dizzy and realized that he had exhausted himself.
Multiple cloaked figures came crashing down from the sky, but none of them were the Spectral Kings.
that is what he saw before he lost his consciousness.
***
A ghastly and hoarsely erratic whisper-like Hissing voice resounded throughout the ruined courtyard of Minas Mordum, Seemingly familiar to the Alvan Rangers as their entire beings shook slightly from receiving goosebumps, For they now confronted a long defeated mortal foe.
"Three Rings forged for the Alvans from the fire's of a deceitful ploy . . . . . Nine Crowns Gifted to the Numan Kings and their ancestral tapestries to honor the Dead . . . . . Five Scepters Crafted by the Slyph Queens to express their sorrows . . . . . One Hammer Rune embedded by the fists of a demi-god . . . . . And two cities . . . built from the ashes of their former glory, labeled as a safe haven for all of the races to call home . . . . . Such displays heed no halt to the works of our glorification and devotion to the Devil King . . . We revel in it . . . . ahahahaha aaaah"
having returned from Liu the Dark Lord revealed itself unto them full of spiteful malice and fully geared to the bones 'literally'.
Reg'Nalson could only curse his luck as he carried the unconscious Vestele at his shoulders, along side the Alvans that accompanied him.
"Ahhh shit here we go again" Reg asked . . .
***
Arvin woke up to Annabeth's sleeping at a sitting position with her face tucked deep at the edge of the bed, Her bear ears twitched as if sensing something, and she went up robotically to check out the child who slept.
"Ah your awake, Don't worry about your mother she recovering at her room right now, just rest easy Arvin you exhausted yourself."
Arvin refused to listen and wanted to get up but another familiar voice that seemed to be recently familiar to him spoke at the corners of the room.
"She right Arvin, Suluri Duluri, just rest easy your regal energy has depleted itself completely, But for a Four-year-old child . . . I'm impressed with what you managed to do towards our Arch Nemesis" Mercer said appearing from the shadows of the moonlight.
There were so many questions that Arvin wanted to ask, But he knew that he had to follow the High Alvan Mages Advice as he was to be his appointed Mentor later on.
"So what is this Magical entity you call Rusi?" Mercer asked all of the sudden.
'Woah he found out that fast' Arvin thought as it has only been a day since they have meet and Mercer totally debunked his plans, He now didn't know how to explain this.
"I'll tell you next time"
"Okay I wont push you we have like 200 years."
An awkward silence filled the room as, Arvin never spoke a single word that night as he rested.
Later on the next day, Arvin Found out that Reg'Nalson went back to the Twilight Alvanis in order to deal with them due to the recent battle.
While A small Army would be temporarily stationed at Faerwood with Mercer as an acting guide, And a General by the Name of Puck would oversee the area by the orders of the Current Alvan Queen of Galrandilron's.