Two days had already passed, and many important events, activities, and unforgettable memories were created, experienced and shared among each other, as another day starts anew and many of the citizens of each race, type and kind who live under the care and authority of their individual Governing lords, were waking up to greet another day filled with multitudes of emotions,
Some were heading off to work, while others were planning their next adventure, or task or simply trying their best to find meaning and see this new day in a leisurely manner. many news, rumours and gossip still find their way to travel the land by word of mouth, some ignored it but some took it upon themselves to make this a lifestyle to entertain their mundane life,
many rumours were floating and spreading effortlessly like the mass at the Queen's true status, the changing of the guard in politics and peerage is a natural progression as the younger generation steps up to fill their parents' shoes. It's a time of manoeuvring and jockeying for position, as those with ambition seek to make their mark on the political landscape. But amidst all this intrigue, there is a new power rising in the heart of the unconquered and forsaken forest.
This mysterious empire is shrouded in secrecy, but its influence is undeniable. Its reach extends far beyond its borders, and many wonder what its ultimate goals might be. As the old ways give way to the new, it remains to be seen how this empire will fit into the changing political landscape.
It was a bright and sunny day, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets and vibrant neighbourhoods of Arcane City. People of all ages backgrounds, races and types were out and about, going about their daily routines or exploring new opportunities beyond what they were used to. I hope the entrance gate to the enigmatic kingdom of Arcane will reopen to accept those seeking a better life freely,
many took their chances and gather all of their possessions and left their home because of so many reasons stating from, famine, war, and natural calamity, but like those who truly have a noble cost, many unwanted scheming and malicious type of beings also wanted to infiltrate Arcane for the wrong reasons, so as per command, a more strict and meticulous process was created and implemented
As the day progressed, the territory of Arcane continued to grow, with countless new infrastructures and new technological development from entertainment, literature, arts and leisurely activities and events taking place throughout the city. From concerts and festivals to art exhibits and sporting events,
there was something for everyone to enjoy. And as the day continued, the city came alive with a dazzling array of sounds and infectious happiness creating an unforgettable atmosphere that would stay with each person long after they returned home. Overall, it was another incredible day in this vibrant and dynamic city, filled with endless possibilities and endless opportunities for growth, exploration, and connection,
but not everybody shares this same wonderful day because one particular feeling made the residing nobles at the Royal Capital of Sheol panic and felt immense pressure of dread, as they receive the official letter from the Empire of the eleventh realm of Corvania at high noon,
Many noblemen and women accepted these letters carefully and slowly read the handwritten message that Queen Faraine Demiurgos sent, numerous experts and authenticators and scholars were summoned to meticulously analyze and examine the letters that they receive each was handwritten by the maidservants of the Queen of Corvania and was signed and stamped with the Royal household seal and sent out to all known nobility officials residing at the Royal Capital
The letters contained important information regarding the return and the upcoming proclamation ceremony of the Queen's Only Son, The Corvanian maidservants had been instructed to ensure that the letters were delivered to their intended recipients without delay, as Queen Faraine Demiurgos was keen on making sure that all preparations for the return of her sister-in-law, the rightful Ruler of the Twelfth Realm, the empire of Sheol, and the Marauding Queen Allatou Estrith Demiurgos were placed in order.
As such, each letter was written with great care and attention to detail, with no room for error or ambiguity. The contents of the letters included details about the proclamation ceremony, as well as instructions on what attire was expected of each official in attendance.
Additionally, there were also details about the various events and activities that would be taking place during the coronation week, including banquets, balls, and other festivities. Overall, it was clear that a great deal of effort had gone into ensuring that every aspect of the proclamation ceremony was meticulously planned and executed to perfection.
Ramiel was taking a bath with Hilas, fulfilling his promise to spend a day with her, at the mansion of Ugrihron many of her senior and loyal staff were already aware of the current situation as they fulfil their duties without fail, as the insignia of Arcane could be seen on their hand, and because of Lā mǐ'ěr name was no longer an average name in a city that has a new flag waving at their walled gate, as three cities announce that they are official vassal state of Arcane, everybody documented and legalized citizen of these three vassal state were happy and relieved as they could now travel freely and conduct business at Arcane as long they pass the Processes that were created and implemented with strict attention to detail at the city transfer gate,
the insignia mark on their hand differ to determine who and where they are registered as citizens, additional symbols were added to the bottom portion that only the scanning device from Arcane could read and interpret, many were confused seeing lines with varying widths, spacings and sizes as Ramiel calls it a bar code,
the changes were like an epidemic, as the influence of Arcane spread even Count Tiarsus Mirielis, with the persuasion of family members and other factions, to renamed their small quiet territory into a more pleasing and acceptable name for a growing city near the sea, thus the name Port City of Mirielis was born, incorporating the counts family name after his father claims the land by killing the pirate lord that invaded this small seaside town thirty years ago,
now with an economic change, it became a thriving city. Mirielis boasts a bustling harbour, with new technologically advanced ships that were manufactured and built with the help of their allies, docking to trade goods and resources. The city's economy is diverse, with industries ranging from fishing to technology.
The streets are lined with colourful buildings, each with its own unique architecture and history. The people of Mirielis are proud of their city and its now new rich heritage, which is celebrated through festivals and events, Visitors can explore the ancient ruins that dot the landscape or take a stroll along the picturesque beaches that stretch for miles. With its vibrant culture and stunning scenery, Mirielis has become a popular destination for tourists and summer vacation and adventurers alike. Despite its rapid growth, the city has managed to maintain its small-town charm, making it a truly special place to call home.
Tomorrow was the day were the Royal Dominion Transfer Gate will open and Queen Allatou Estrith Demiurgos will once again step foot into her land accompanied by her loyal subordinates, but as already expected legions of Duke Gilvores Dallmethad forces were waiting and behind him were a multitude of different warrior race and type serving those nobles who colluded with the appointed regent,
while another faction headed by Warlord Tharkeroth Dallmethad gathered a fearsome amount of soldiers both humanoid looking and savage beasts, who decided to crush Arcane's increasing prominence by destroying their allies in the most horrific way as they use different methods of attack that will ensure total chaos in the land, as they forcefully break open the dimensional space was one of the Nexus Dragon head was imprison once again,
A powerful divine artefact floating in the air, it is the only remnant of the age of chaos, a time when the 12 realms were one, a world filled with fear and death as multitudes of powerful beings wage war for absolute control and dominance in everything that the Supreme Singular Being created and considered flawed creation just because it deemed it to be,
time was irrelevant in a world where chaotic energy freely consumed everything it touches, scholars at the Royal Academy had my unconfirmed theories that this war lasted for thousands of years until order made life tolerable, as the 4 primordial patriarchal dragons and the seventh Achon was able to subdue and saw what the existence of raw power of unpredictability or constant change was a state that nobody can control because it was the essence and the driving force of creating life itself
Meanwhile at the Crimson mountain range, as tension was filling the air, numerous and different warriors classes and types who were loyal to the appointed Regent waited patiently, the entire area was swarming with many tamed, contracted, and summoned creatures, Duke Gilvores Dallmethad plan was simple and direct, whoever orchestrated this ploy was either stupid of really told the truth, better used the terrain to their advantage and kill two birds with one stone
Crimson Mountain is massive enough to accommodate 200 thousand warriors and another group under the control of his bother who was stationed at the dark side of the mountain base, with different elevations ranging from 500 meters to 5666 meters, with a land size of seventy thousand acres of livable area, at the very base where the medium garrison town was capable of sustaining and supporting nearly half of the empires military force, as all of them stood a few meters away from the only known transfer gate leading out toward the rest of the eleven realms as about to open from the other side,
at the same time, the remaining HighBeards who created an unground base at the dark side of the mountain were preparing to draw their blood again to feed it to the chaos artefact for the second time. It was one of three petrified core hearts, that were ripped out of the Nexus Dragon thousands of years ago,
and has since been sought after by many who seek ultimate power. The Highbeards ancestors, however, were the only ones who knew the true location of the artefact and had kept it hidden for centuries as the secret was passed down to the next generation hidden from everyone's eyes
But now, as they perform their second blood ritual, for the second time after testing its power in Corvania, hoping that it will open Corvania, the dimension prison of the prime head, even if it fails in a certain way, they are able to cripple and nearly eradicate the eleventh realm, leaving its fate in the hands of its own inhabitants. Many in Corvania were devastated by this turn of events.
The artefact begins to glow with otherworldly energy. The ground shakes as the surrounding trees are uprooted and tossed aside. The sky turns a deep shade of red as lightning strikes down from above. The power emanating from the artefact is almost too much to bear, but the Highbeards stand firm in their resolve. They know that with this artefact in their possession, they will be able to conquer all who stand in their way. As the ritual reaches its climax, a blinding light engulfs everything around them. When it fades away,