The casualties were increasing at a rapid pace, the beautiful city that belongs to the kingdom was utterly destroyed because of the mighty giants, there were thousands, dead on the ground, most casualties were faced by the florian empire, with 75% of the deaths being goblins and florian soldiers, multiple injured dragons down on the ground, Celestina was exhausted, she suffered many burns and wounds but was still slaughtering as many goblins as she could, the archers were teaming up on the remaining giant, who was summoning thunder and destroying the surroundings, the pressure of its attacks was causing many soldiers of both teams to collapse, Celestina along with her wounds and pressure from the giants, collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, her back was vulnerable to nearby goblins.
"Huff...huff, i need to get back up now, I can't die by some puny goblins" Celestina thought to herself.
As she gets up on her knees, regaining energy, she gets up exhausted, with barely any magic power left, she charged at any enemy soldier she saw, slaughtering them and slicing them.
A Dragon was charging at her at full pace, Celestina was completely weakened, she got hit at full force, she coughed out a lot of blood, and was thrown by the dragon with a lot of power, she went flying through the battlefield, falling right on her face, unconscious.
As the battle was coming to a near end, the last celestial giant was on its knees and at this point it was unable to do anything, the 4 archers were shooting as many explosive arrows as they could, severely damaging the giant, they were poisoning him and shutting down its nervous system, the poor giant had no option but to collapse and die.
The Archer Kingdom triumphed with victory, capturing the remaining Florian soldiers and goblins, who are going to be imprisoned deep underground, or are going to help rebuild the city, the Archerian king was looking through the window down at the battlefield with an evil grin, the spirits that were guarding him were almost unbeatable, now the time came for capturing the Florian empire.
The king laughs maniacally,
"I have triumphed, I am now omnipotent, I rule over the entire continent now and I can finally obtain rights to the holy land, are you proud of me father? you said I would fail as a king" said the King.
His voice was so loud it could be heard in the other rooms within the castle. The King had a name, Moria Cyprus, a tall big man, with a beard and blue eyes, a man who possessed monstrous magic power, his laughs were shaking the very earth and distorting the space around the castle, his demonic aura was being emitted from the castle, even if the goblins and soldiers did succeed, in no way would they be able to even damage the king, it would require far more than the power to destroy the sun to even harm the king, his aura could be sensed miles away, by the Florian king, Balthasar, a tall big man with a beard and a glistening gold crown and narrow eyes, and the power to control light itself.
"So we've lost huh, I was predicting that it would go down like this, a duel with that chump Moria" Said Balthasar, almost as if he was not phased by his army's loss.
Balthasar knew that he was his empire's last hope, he exited the castle, with his giant sword named excalibur, knowing that this might be his last fight.
He charges up with magical aura and bursts off into the sky, traversing dozens of miles in an instant, landing and destroying the large surrounding area of the Archer castle.
In an instant his magical aura repels every archerian soldier trying to attack him, Celestina's severely injured body was blown away by this aura.
"The King, he will not lose against vermin like you" muttered an almost dead Archerian soldier
Moria ascended down, with a burst of powerful dark aura, covering the surroundings in sheer darkness, such power would even make the Albacore look weak.
"Hello old friend, how come you're here today?" said Moria, with a cheeky smirk on his face.
"Well, If I won't defend my people am i supposed to be considered a king?" replied Balthasar.
"Oh don't worry about that, I will be their king now!" said Moria in a very evil manner.
The kings charge up their magical power, and begin their fight.
This war has not only been going on for the past few hours, but for centuries upon centuries, having a lot of history and conflict, several civilizations and empires wiped out, not only harming humans and animals, but even mother nature.
It all begun 420 years ago, in the continent of Crayden, with one main empire, the republic of Aragon, which is now just an old broken down city of ghosts with a destroyed castle, this was when there were no separate empires, everyone was united peacefully. They all believed in the celestial being Azaleth, a transcendental being that was said to be so fearless and prideful, one that could even oppose the laws of the universe, the people around him would be moved by his pride and would bow down to him and worship him, he attained a power so high he created a realm with an infinite layered hierarchy on a conceptual level for ending the pain and suffering for his people. A realm that could be referred to as paradise, reminiscent of heaven, he now believed he could oppose God himself and take his place as the ruler of everything in existence, he got too full of himself and he existed alone in his realm, he got so powerful he couldn't even be sensed or seen by his loved ones, he wanted to change this and gain control of heaven, so that he could summon all his loved ones in the heaven.
He challenged the heavens but couldn't even oppose God's angels, beings who he couldn't even sense or see as they transcended him in existence and power, he was defeated in an instant and was taken to God's court.
God punished him for his rebellious nature and erased his memories, Azaleth couldn't even process what's going on, he couldn't sense this powerful force that even transcends the angels, he then went on to split him into 4 individuals who would monitor the infinite multiverse and would work directly under God's angels ( heavenly guardians ). Each of the 4 beings transcend platonic concepts conceptually.
The existence of Azaleth was erased from the history of the universe by the angels, he forgotten by everyone who knew him and worshipped him, now they only know about 4 beings, individuals that controlled everything in the multiverse that were embedded in their minds, this caused conflicts between the people as no one believed in the same transcendent being, it caused separation and led to civil wars, it led to the fall of the republic of Aragon, which was split in 4 separate kingdoms, each taking control of a specific biome, parallel to how Azaleth was split to 4 different beings.
The empires were then known as the Archer empire, the Arthurian empire, the Florian empire and the Aslaenia empire.
All of them wanted to conquer the holy land that was elevated high up in the sky, floating upon the clouds, this land was in demand by the empires as they wanted to communicate with the transcendent beings and gain higher power, and protection from the dangers of the world. And they wanted control of the entire continent of Crayden. The 4 kings were at the time were weak compared to the current kings, they didn't believe in magical power and were solely dependent on the transcendent beings.
And since then, the empires have only expanded and gotten stronger, the Kings can take on entire armies and possess enough power to even destroy the world itself, due to harnessing magic in the world in the form of power, strengthening it and training it.
The empire of Aslaenia was rather weak, barely housing a few thousand soldiers and a rather old and frail king, who was wise and mentally strong but lacked physical prowess, he was decapitated by the Archer empire's assassin, who at the time couldn't harness magic but was physically trained, the fall of the king meant defeat, the entire city is now a territory of the Archer empire, the city is floating on a luminous blue sea, completely isolated from the affairs of the continent, it houses a few dozen people, mostly old, the castle is in ruins and is used as a prison by the Archer empire for war criminals, the market place is now just a bunch of broken down dusty shops, at night the city barely is lit up, it looks almost like a ghost town.
In the case of the Arthurian kingdom, it was vaporized by the Albacore, the King was too old and frail to fight, even though his power in his prime could rival that of Balthasar and Moria, his old age and sickness weakened him to a point where he would struggle to even fight a few knights, the empire and city were wiped out completely, only for the city to be rebuilt by the Florian empire, to house its army of goblins and to gain trust from the celestial giants, the people that live in the city aren't safe however, the Goblins often go on a rampage and deprive the city of It's food.
The seemingly never ending war is now finally coming to an end. The Florian empire is on the losing end, their last hope is their king Balthasar, the fight between the kings continues for the holy land.