As the city guards closed in on the square, their torchlight flickering in the eerie darkness, the mage wielding the Earthshaper's Bauble turned to his fellow mages. A wicked smile crept across his face as he contemplated the impending confrontation, a mix of anticipation and malevolence coursing through him. The thrill of power and chaos sent shivers down his spine
"Hehe, Here come more targets," he sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "What can fifty or sixty guards do against hundreds of Mud Golems?" His voice quivered with excitement, and his eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight.
With a wave of his staff, he commanded the Mud Golems to abandon their assault on the terrified citizens and redirect their lumbering might toward the approaching guards. The ground shook beneath their massive strides as they turned to face this new threat, their mud-covered forms eerily illuminated by the torchlight.
\The guards, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the golems' attention, braced themselves for the onslaught. Fear and determination warred within them as they realized the enormity of the threat they faced. Anxiety clenched their hearts as they prepared for battle against these unnatural creatures.
The city square became a battleground as Mud Golems clashed with trained warriors, the clash of stone and steel echoing through the chaos. Panic and desperation filled the air as guards fought to protect their city and their lives.
With every strike, the Mud Golems proved formidable opponents, their earthy fists shattering shields and armor. The guards fought valiantly, their training and discipline pitted against raw elemental power. Spells clashed with earth and brawn, and the square descended further into chaos and destruction.
The mage with the Earthshaper's Bauble watched with satisfaction as the guards struggled to contain the onslaught. His malevolent grin remained fixed as he continued to wield the artifact's power, controlling the Mud Golems with calculated precision.
As the battle raged on in the city square, the mages found themselves locked in a fierce confrontation with the valiant but outnumbered guards and soldiers of the Arcanum Legion. Spells and blades clashed, creating dazzling displays of magical energy that illuminated the night.
The mages, their resolve unyielding, wielded their powers with precision and unwavering focus. Arcane fire erupted from their hands, sending scorching bolts of energy hurtling toward their adversaries. Shields of magical force formed barriers that deflected incoming attacks, while the very earth beneath their feet responded to their commands.
The square became a battleground of raw elemental forces, where the clash of magic and steel reverberated through the chaos. The city guards and legionnaires fought valiantly, determined to protect their city from this unforeseen magical onslaught. Yet, they faced overwhelming odds, as the Mud Golems, relentless and numerous, pressed their advantage.
Meanwhile, in the safety of the castle, Prince Nathan and his family were in the midst of a seemingly ordinary dinner. Laughter and conversation filled the room as they shared a meal together. However, the distant sounds of explosions and the growing turmoil outside could not be ignored.
Nathan, a hint of concern in his voice, paused mid-meal and remarked, "What is happening outside? Those sounds, they seem like explosions."
Rodrick, seated nearby, shared Nathan's unease and raised his voice to call for answers. "Guards! Guards!" he shouted urgently, seeking information on the unfolding events.
A guard, his breath hurried from the dash to the dining hall, entered and immediately knelt before the king. "Your Highness," he began, "there appears to be an attack underway in the city square. The enemy is employing a powerful artifact that creates golems."
Rodrick stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. "An attack?" he exclaimed, his brows furrowing in concern. "What are our city guards doing to defend the citizens?"
The guard, a grim expression on his face, replied, "They are engaging the golems in battle, Your Majesty. However, the golems number in the hundreds, and our city guards are sustaining heavy casualties."
The news sent a chill through the room. The dinner table, once a scene of familial warmth, now bore witness to the distant but ominous threat that had descended upon the city of Axum. The fate of the kingdom hung in the balance as the battle in the city square raged on, with Prince Nathan torn between his duty to protect his people and his responsibilities within the castle walls.
Upon hearing the urgency of the situation, both Nathan and Beatrice stood from their seats, concern etched on their faces. Nathan was the first to speak, a sense of duty in his voice. "Father, we must go and send more soldiers to ensure the safety of the citizens."
Rodrick's response was immediate and forceful, his voice carrying the weight of both a king and a protective father. He shouted in rebuttal, "No, you will stay here. I allowed you to engage in battle once, and I received news of your collapse when the enemy was not even of such strength. Now, we face mindless golems and mages with unknown motives. We cannot risk them luring you out, potentially kidnapping you for their own purposes."
Nathan, a retort forming on his lips, was silenced as Rodrick continued. "Silence, I order you as your king and your father to stay here. I will go to the city square myself."
Resigned, Nathan conceded, "Very well, Father, I will stay. But allow me to send my Arcanum Legion to assist you. They can help clear the path filled with golems."
Rodrick considered the proposal, acknowledging the practicality of having the Arcanum Legion's strength at his side. "Agreed," he replied, "it will be a test for them as well."
Turning to Barch, he issued a vital command. "Barch, you will remain here with Beatrice and Nathan. Your primary duty is to ensure their safety, no matter the circumstances."
Barch, ever loyal, bowed in unwavering dedication. "Yes, Your Majesty. You have my word. I will protect the queen and prince with my life."
With the arrangements made, Nathan instructed Liam, the commander of the Arcanum Legion, to lead their forces and follow King Rodrick to the city square. Before departing, he made a final plea to his father. "Father, if it is within your power, please attempt to capture those mages alive, or at the very least, the one controlling the golems."
Acknowledging his son's request, Rodrick nodded solemnly. "I will do my best, Nathan. Now, let me face this threat, as your father and as the ruler of our kingdom."
Before King Rodrick left, Queen Beatrice couldn't hide her concern. She stepped close to him, her eyes filled with worry, and whispered, "Please, my love, return to us safely." With a tender kiss for good luck, she watched him go, her heart heavy with anxiety for the safety of her husband and her kingdom.
With that, he departed, leaving Beatrice and Nathan behind, their hearts heavy with worry but resolved to do their part in these trying times.