Vandom Ragnar and his newly revive and evolved wife Roshia Lierin Hellmane with dozens of newly adopted teens but highly trained by Saran and Daran under the supervision of the oldest member of the reckless brigade that became their head butler of the newly acknowledged nobility of the Hellmane clan, after their oldest and only daughter had been acknowledged and became a Noble lord of Avarel and a betrothed to the King and ruler of Arcane.
as the purge of the Royal Capital rage on the moon was the only witness to the death of these corrupt individuals, the tracking device that Lady Laerdya Galadhiel created with Ramiels guide and acquired knowledge she was able to create a crystal lens augmented reality headset, that provides the user vital information like communication target location, with heat, motion sensor within a mile Radius,
their targets were pre-selected base on the confirmed reports and accusations from victims themselves, the Hellmane clan had purged nearly half of their list and seeing they still have a few more hours to go before sunrise all 30 members of this assassin's clan continued to track and hunt down their targets, confirming and constantly communicating,
Roshia Lierin made sure to pair their younger members to avoid reckless actions, unlike her husband who was carefree and rushed in for a kill without taking precautions, this is why she was so happy to become part of Ramiels unit before because of his personality of being really vigilant and always plan ahead of time and cover all aspects of implementing any task,
her revival from a Symbiote Homunculus to breathing and living being was still a mystery but living in a realm filled with magic and unknown circumstances, she now sees her life to be important because many people rely on her, especially her daughter and husband, even Queen Allatou personally had already relieved her from her guard duties the moment she knew who she was and told her her loyalty was now bound to one master and that is her son, the same person that gave her the opportunity to live again in a Symbiote form,
Roshia Lierin's marksmanship is still legendary hitting a target miles away, her silent and powerful arrows had already ended ten targets as the Demon spiders gather the dead and clean the area as if nothing happened, ou these ten kills they were all stationed inside the safety of their homes, the only thing that was keeping them alive was the fact the noise that will come from piercing a glass window will alert the guards within the vicinity, so with the help of the Demon Spiders adding a thin layer of their web to dampen the sound and stop the glass from shattering and fall from the window wall frame was the most effective way to snipe her target,
After the ten were confirmed and were disposed of neatly by the demon spiders, she planned to quickly return back to the Hellmane mansion at Avarel to resume her peaceful days, but before leaving she waited for her daughter and casually just hide her retractable bow and decided to meet Irles Filri at the tavern that her husband like to visit before and waited for her to show,
with ease, she just jumps down from her sniping position and casually walked down the dark alleyways connecting to the main street leading to the tavern bar, as the moonlight cast eerie shadows on the cobblestone pavement as she made her way through the labyrinthine paths. Her senses heightened, she observed every flicker of movement, every rustle of leaves in the distance. The night was her ally, concealing her presence from prying eyes. most of the hooligans and thieves in the area are now gone as Gehanna wolves roam between the shadows as they hunt,
she could see the Gehanna wolf walk inside the cascading show and dark areas of the alleyways, the red glowing eyes silently waiting for their targets to appear before them as they can travel instantly anywhere any place inside a shadow void because darkness is connected throughout every material object or living being,
Gehanna wolves are feared not because of their size, but their ability to use darkness and shadow to attack and hunt their prey, that is why they are terrifying to encounter at night, Queen Allatou Estrith Demiurgos is known to adore these creatures of death and fear, that is why she used the Gehanna wolf as her insignia and live and wage war like a wolf pack,
Rosia Lierin, in awe of Allatou's unparalleled combat prowess, found herself trailing behind her after her defeat in battle. Despite Rosia's valiant efforts, she simply couldn't measure up to Allatou's raw fighting skills. Allatou's pack, comprised of formidable warriors, had also fallen victim to Rosia's might during their encounters. However,
it was not just Allatou's unmatched strength that made her group feared; it was her uncanny knack for amassing a vast following and uniting them under a common cause. The sheer magnitude of her followers only added to the terror they instilled in their adversaries. With an army boasting insane war capabilities, Allatou and her group became a force to be reckoned with, leaving a trail of reverence and fear in their wake.
Until the day days filled with adventure and thrill as these battle maniacs roan the land waging war with anybody but with a sense of honour and justification, until each member fell into the arms of change as nobody was immune to love and the call of fate, many gave up their weapons and thirst for a good fight to have a good life with a family,
They traded their swords for ploughs, their shields for tools, and their war cries for lullabies. The scars of battle became reminders of the past, stories to be shared around the hearth instead of badges of honor. The once fierce warriors found solace in tending to their crops and nurturing their children, finding joy in the simple pleasures of life. They built a community where laughter replaced the sound of clashing steel, where unity triumphed over division. The legacy of their warrior days lived on in tales told to wide-eyed youngsters, but it was a distant memory compared to the tranquillity they now cherished. As the years passed, they realized that true strength lay not in wielding a weapon, but in building a life filled with love and peace. And so, they lived happily ever after, forever grateful for the day they chose family over battle.
they were all happy with this new way of life, Rosia Lierin, saw and was the first one to hold life in her arms, having to see this great and lovely blessed smile was the greatest treasure and happiness any woman could receive, she was the instrument why the Marauding Allatou Estrith Demiurgos , the most violent and strongest battlemage in a land just gave up her weapon and dream of having her own child
As she approached the tavern, a sense of anticipation filled the air. her mind calculated possible scenarios and contingencies, ready for any challenge that may arise. Finally reaching the entrance, she pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into a dimly lit room filled with murmurs and laughter. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces or subtle cues that would lead her to her contact. The atmosphere was thick with secrecy and hidden agendas; everyone had their own motives and reason, in this shadowy underworld. Maintaining an air of nonchalance, she gracefully manoeuvred through the numerous tavern patrons who turned their heads as she entered, intrigued by the mysterious newcomer.
With a confident stride, she approached the bar and ordered a drink, her piercing gaze scanning the room for any potential threats or valuable information. The air was thick with whispers and hushed conversations, but she remained unfazed, her mind sharp and focused. As the night wore on, she skillfully navigated through conversations, extracting tidbits of knowledge from unsuspecting patrons. Her reputation as a skilled informant preceded her, and those in the know were cautious not to reveal too much in her presence. With each passing hour, her web of information grew stronger, weaving together the threads of secrets,
after she sat down and declined any offer from unsavoury men that finds her attractive because she was, and politely ask to leave her if they still wish to live, as her aura changed and her killing intent gave all men an adamant sign to stay away from her, she waves at the tavern waitress and asks for a pot of hot Tea and politely requested additional cups and some of their best pastries available, because her family will be soon arriving, the beastling female waitress was very kind and just provided her all the thing she requested,
the tavern was filled with many various races minding their business and just taking time to relax after a hard day's work, fill their belly with alcohol and food, and just alleviate their weary body and enjoy the night,
after half an hour her husband came and greeted her wife casually and with love and affection, and after she ask about the task he had to accomplish, Vandom Ragnar orders a plate of cook meat, and gently tap the table while waiting for his food to come, he tap his fingers seven times and stop, and gave his wife a smile, she was delighted to hear that he was able to finish the mentioned task without gathering attention from anyone.
They both raised their glasses, clinking them together in celebration. As they sipped on their drinks, Vandom began recounting the challenges he faced throughout his very normal average day while in the capital conducting business transactions. as His wife listened intently, her eyes filled with admiration for his resilience and determination. The dimly lit tavern provided a cosy ambience, allowing them to escape from the outside world for a while.
They savoured every bite of the delicious meal that was served to them, indulging in the flavours that danced on their tongues. The exhaustion from the day slowly melted away as they immersed themselves in each other's company. Laughter filled the air as they shared stories and reminisced about happier times. It was in these moments that they found solace and strength, reminding themselves of the love and support they had for one another. The night grew older, but their spirits remained high fueled by their unwavering bond and shared experiences,
when an elegant-good-looking woman with pale skin, and long black hair with blue highlight dye at the inner back part of her hair, with a hug, sat in front of them and joined their conversation. She was mesmerizing, and some of the men inside the tavern wanted to approach her but were having second thoughts seeing she greeted her father and mother, who were consciously leaking mana in their conversation. She was mesmerizing, as some of the men inside the tavern wanted to approach her but were having second thoughts seeing she greeted her father and mother, and they were consciously leaking mana on their bodies giving out faint signals not to disturb them.
The woman's presence in the tavern was both alluring and intimidating as if she held a seductive power within her. Her red eyes seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and experience that intrigued those around her. As she sat with her parents, their connection was palpable, emanating a sense of familial unity and strength. It was clear that this woman had been raised in an environment where skill knowledge and proficiency in fighting were not just a concept, but a way of life.
The men who had initially been drawn to her beauty now hesitated, sensing the unspoken warning and dread in the air. They could feel the subtle currents of mana surrounding the family, cautioning them against any unwelcome advances. It was evident that disturbing this harmonious moment would be unwise, for there was an unspoken power protecting them all. And so, the tavern patrons watched from afar, captivated by this enigmatic woman and the enchantment that surrounded her father and mother,
between the conversation, Irles Filri gently tap the table with her fingers numerous times in intervals of five with a combined tap number of fifteen times, indicating she had killed 15 in the listed names in a span of three hours. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of suspicion or recognition.. as she continued their coded conversation,
Irles Filri had become a master of deception, seamlessly blending into the shadows of society. She had honed her skills over years of meticulous training, becoming an expert in the art of subterfuge and assassination. As the conversation continued, Irles maintained a calm and composed facade, never betraying the turmoil within.
Her fingers tapped the table rhythmically, a silent reminder of the lives she had extinguished. Each tap represented a name on her list, a target eliminated with ruthless precision. She possessed an uncanny ability to blend in seamlessly with her surroundings. and had learned to read people like open books, deciphering their inner thoughts and fears with ease. It was this skill that made her an invaluable asset to the clandestine organization she served.
Irles had honed her craft over years of training and countless missions, becoming a master of deception and manipulation. Her amber-like eyes, always alert and calculating, revealed nothing of the darkness that lurked beneath her stoic exterior.
She had become a ghost in the shadows, leaving no trace of her presence behind. it was simply the cost of survival in a world where trust was a luxury she could ill afford. As the conversation drew to a close, Irles rose gracefully from her seat, leaving behind only unanswered questions and lingering doubts. She vanished into the night, ready to embark on yet another deadly dance with destiny, driven by an insatiable thirst for justice,
as her parent soon followed her out of the tavern and with her daughter's confirmation they decided to go back to the warmth of their home and leave the rest to their remaining members,
meanwhile, many dead bodies were being secretly carried out by the Demon spiders and were disposed of as quietly and humanely as possible, as each team carried their task efficiently and silently, even Finbors rc clans were executing their mission flawlessly until they all heard the sounds of five thousand troops gather together at the largest open area in the Royal Capital and fall in line and face their commanding officers in ranks, ready for inspection. The atmosphere was tense, as the soldiers stood tall and proud, their uniforms and armour immaculate and weapons gleaming in the sunlight.
The commanding officers surveyed their troops with a discerning eye, ensuring that every soldier was prepared for the upcoming battle. As the inspection concluded, a hushed silence fell over the assembled soldiers, anticipation and determination radiating from their ranks. They knew that they were about to embark on a mission of great importance, one that would test their skills and bravery to the limit. With a resounding command, the troops began to march in unison towards the enemy lines, their synchronized footsteps echoing through the air.
Each soldier carried with them a sense of duty and honour, knowing that they fought not only for their kingdom but also for the safety and well-being of their loved ones back home. As they advanced towards the battlefield, a fierce determination burned in their eyes - they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The fate of the Royal Capital, while overseeing them, was Duke Gilvores Dallmethad with his warhead councillor and his advisors as their warrior march toward the Arcanian Enemy allies, reaching the abandoned and devastated first town of Worcester a few hours from now after the sun reaches high noon,