The tribunal mobilized its resources, dispatching spies to gather crucial intelligence about the Eleanor Kingdom,
The spies uncovered significant details, including the poor life of the elfs,
An unexpected encounter where Ela, the Eleanor Queen, was seen engaged in an intimate act with Oliver, This news spread like fire to everyone, including Amra.
After a few months, Ignatius took his first steps, marking a milestone in his growth. Meanwhile, the Tribunal completed its preparations for war.
With meticulous planning and organization, they announced their intentions and mobilized a formidable army comprising troops from several kingdoms. Led by kings, monarchs, and bureaucrats, they marched towards the Eleanor Kingdom, determined to confront their adversaries and bring justice for the attack on the Harizama family.
In the Eleanor Kingdom, news of the impending attack spread like wildfire, sending the populace into a state of panic.
Streets buzzed with fearful whispers, and tension hung heavy in the air. Yet amidst the chaos, one figure remained remarkably composed: the queen. Aware of her formidable powers, she was excited to test them.
As the Heimdem Empire bordered the Eleanor Kingdom, the battlefield where Fender fought Butcher was chosen for the battle.
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The Day of battle arrived, and the Kings and monarchs were keen to loot the powerful Elf kingdom.
As the two armies took their positions on the vast battlefield, a sense of tension filled the air.
However, amidst the seriousness of the situation, there was one surprising sight that caught everyone's attention: the queen of the Eleanor Kingdom, adorned in attire that was both revealing and provocative.
Despite the impending conflict, she seemed unusually happy and excited, adding an unexpected twist to the already charged atmosphere.
Horns sounded and echoed across the battlefield, signaling the commencement of war.
Despite the size disparity between the Eleanor Empire's army and the Tribunal Army, the queen boldly led her forces forward.
As they neared the battlefield, she slammed her spear into the ground and leaped into the sky with palpable excitement. Seeing her fervor, the kings and monarchs of the tribunal army were determined to defeat her, and they too leaped into the air to join the fray.
As the kings braced themselves for an imminent attack from the queen, they were taken aback when she instead let out a hearty laugh. With a seductive sway of her hips, she began to chant a spell in a sultry tone:
"The Seduction Spell," she intoned, her voice dripping with allure. As the incantation filled the air, a shimmering aura enveloped her, radiating waves of irresistible charm. The kings and monarchs, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, found themselves ensnared by the enchanting magic. Their resolve wavered as desire and longing clouded their minds, weakening their defenses in the face of the queen's seductive power.
The spell's effects rippled through the entire army, ensnaring each soldier in its irresistible grip. Despite their valiant efforts to resist, they found themselves immobilized, their movements stymied by the overwhelming force of the enchantment.
Struggling against the potent magic proved futile as desire clouded their minds, leaving them powerless to break free from its seductive hold. With their wills weakened and their defenses compromised, the soldiers stood helplessly, entranced by the queen's bewitching charm.
Their carnal desires surged to the surface, overwhelming their senses and clouding their judgment. They struggled to maintain control as an irresistible urge pulsed through their veins, igniting a primal hunger that threatened to consume them entirely.
The old man, too, fell under the spell's enchantment, his resolve crumbling before its intoxicating allure. As the forbidden magic ensnared him, he realized the dire consequences of its power. With a heavy heart and a voice laden with regret, he proclaimed the spell as the forbidden enchantment, acknowledging its dangerous potency and the peril it posed to all who fell victim to its seductive grasp. Despite his wisdom and experience, he found himself ensnared by the queen's enchantment, a sobering reminder of the spell's formidable nature.
In the eerie stillness of the battlefield, even the queen's own soldiers found themselves ensnared by the spell's enchantment, immobilized amidst the chaos.
Yet, unmoved by their plight, the queen issued a callous command, her voice slicing through the silence like a blade. With cold indifference, she ordered the enemy troops to turn against one another, their minds clouded by the spell's dark influence.
As the once-united armies descended into chaos, the queen watched with twisted satisfaction, reveling in the havoc wrought by her malevolent magic.
Amidst the bedlam, the enemy army descended into savage combat, their once-coordinated ranks now torn asunder by the insidious spell. Despite their best efforts, the kings and other high-ranking members managed to resist the compulsion to join the fray, but found themselves paralyzed by the spell's dark power, unable to intervene or escape the unfolding chaos.
As the clash of steel and cries of anguish filled the air, they watched helplessly, their minds consumed by a gnawing sense of despair at the sight of their own troops locked in a brutal struggle of brother against brother.
With a chilling laugh echoing across the battlefield, the queen beckoned Oliver forth from the shadows, her voice laced with dark amusement.
As Oliver emerged from the shadows with an enigmatic expression, a hush fell over the battlefield.
Approaching Oliver with an eerie grace, the queen pressed her lips to his, sealing an unspoken pact of darkness. Then, with a chilling command, she instructed him to commence the slaughter of the kings and other esteemed members of the opposing army.
Oliver advanced with a stoic expression, his movements swift and purposeful. With a focused determination, he crouched low and swiftly dashed towards the bureaucrats, his intent clear and resolute.
His movements were calculated, almost ethereal, as if he were a phantom gliding across the blood-soaked ground. With each step, the air crackled with anticipation, sending shivers down the spines of the assembled kings and nobles, who were immobilized by the seduction spell,
Among the myriad bureaucrats hailing from kingdoms far and wide, Mr. Stalin stood out as the most apprehensive. His unease stemmed from a longstanding rivalry with Oliver, which had intensified ever since Oliver's inexplicable disappearance. A prominent figure in the Heimdem Empire, Mr. Stalin had risen to prominence following Oliver's absence.
Yet, his rise to power had not diminished the lingering animosity between them. In their youth, Stalin had wielded his influence, leveraging his familial ties to the school principal to bully Oliver relentlessly. Now, with Oliver's sudden return looming over him, Mr. Stalin feared reprisal for his past transgressions.
Stalin found himself at the forefront of the formation, directly in Oliver's path.
As Stalin grappled with his overpowering carnal urges, his mind raced with tumultuous thoughts. He attempted to shield himself by raising his hands in defense, but his thoughts were in disarray, he wasn't able to focus,
Stalin (thoughts): Why did I agreed to come here, to prove shit? Only If I had refused to come here, I would be banging that bo...
*BOOM*
Amidst his swirling thoughts, Oliver suddenly lashed out, delivering a devastating punch straight to Stalin's face, driving his skull deep into the ground.
Stalin was knocked unconscious, sending a wave of panic through the other bureaucrats who realized their defense was futile without the alignment of their thoughts.
A wicked grin stretched across Oliver's face as he reveled in the unfolding chaos. With Stalin out of commission, the other bureaucrats panicked, realizing their feeble defenses were crumbling without their aligned thoughts.
Oliver: Everything is according to my plan, if things stay like this I might be able to protect my family and stay with Ela as well.
Oliver's disappearance sent a wave of confusion and fear rippling through the ranks of the bureaucrats. One after another, they fell victim to unseen strikes, their bodies hitting the ground with thuds. The old man watched with growing apprehension, realizing that this onslaught might not end well for them.
In the exhilarating midst of battle, Ela, the enchanting elf queen, found herself consumed by the thrill of witnessing Oliver's relentless assault on the pillars of the tribunal. Her heart raced with each incapacitating blow he dealt, a sinister grin spreading across her lips as chaos unfolded at her command.
But just as her elation peaked, a sudden, excruciating pain tore through her abdomen, shattering her reverie. With a gasp of shock, she staggered backward, her gaze dropping to the source of agony: a gleaming sword, cruelly driven through her back. A jolt of terror shot through her as she realized the treachery that had befallen her, even amid the heat of battle.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Ela grappled with the searing pain and the shocking betrayal. In the chaos of war, amidst the clash of steel and the cries of combatants, the once jubilant queen found herself facing an unexpected and deadly threat from someone unknown