[Chapter Size: 2200 Words.]
Third Person POV
Outside of Orario
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As the sun rose over Orario, its golden rays bathed the field where the battle location would be. The War Game was a siege dispute; it demanded strength, strategy, and determination, a spectacle where courage and cunning would be as important as any weapon.
The Hestia Family, after the meeting of the gods, assumed the role of the attacker. The tension among the members was palpable, each breath and movement charged with the awareness of what was at stake. The absence of Lucius, their most powerful member, was a blow to their forces. However, a spark of hope remained; Hestia could feel Lucius's absence, a sign that he was still alive, somewhere beyond their reach, so they still had hopes of him appearing.
Despite the uncertainty, the Hestia Family was not discouraged. With their heads held high and determination shining in their eyes, they advanced to the game location. Armor was adjusted, weapons sharpened, and potions prepared. Each action was a step toward the imminent confrontation, each gesture an affirmation of their will to fight and win against all odds.
The city of Orario was in a frenzy. Hermes, with his whimsical arcana, had created screens throughout the city, turning every corner into an amphitheater. Citizens of all classes and races gathered at these points; it was a unique event after a long time. The War Game, after months without such a spectacle, had captured everyone's attention at that moment.
The fact that Lucius Drakenar had touched a god and declared war against two families was unprecedented, a feat that made conversations buzz with speculations and theories. His audacity had awakened a voracious curiosity; everyone wanted to know what would happen next, how the Hestia Family would face such a colossal challenge.
Despite expectations, the vast majority in the city considered the final outcome unchangeable. The Hestia Family, a small family established a few months ago, against two medium-sized families seemed an unequal fight, a battle doomed to failure. But in Orario, a city where the impossible happened frequently, there were those who held their breath, waiting for a miracle, for a turnaround that would defy all expectations.
In the bustling square, a group of onlookers discussed fervently. Some expressed skepticism, others hope. Some talked about strategy and tactics, while others recounted legends of past battles and unlikely heroes. Each voice added a note to the symphony of anticipation that enveloped the city.
As the moment for the start of the War Game approached, Orario held its breath. Soon, the battlefield would reveal this event, and everyone, from gods to mortals, from warriors to spectators, waited to see what would be revealed when the fight began.
"Do you think the Hestia Family has any chance? They are going against two families at the same time!" asks a citizen, looking anxiously at the screen.
"Their chances are very slim. It's madness to fight against two families. The absence of Lucius only worsens the situation," another responds, shaking their head.
"I still haven't seen that mage everyone's talking about... Could this be part of the strategy? A secret move, perhaps?" a third speculates, looking around to see if anyone agrees.
"Even with him, it makes no difference. I don't see how the Hestia Family would win this game. It was suicide just to start it..." a fourth citizen murmurs, receiving nods of agreement from some around.
"Let's just watch. We might be surprised, who knows? Miracles happen, especially in Orario," says a fifth, with a hopeful look.
Meanwhile, in a dark tavern filled with adventurers and bettors, the atmosphere is charged with expectation.
"I'm putting my money on the Apollo Family for the best performance. They have Hyakinthos Clio, and he's a fierce warrior," announces a man, throwing some coins on the table.
"He's just a level 3 adventurer. Heimdall has two level 4s! Your bet seems misplaced," another retorts, laughing as he counts his own money.
"I bet on the Hestia Family!" exclaims a third, attracting surprised looks.
"Have you gone mad? That's the same as throwing your money away," a fourth man mocks, shaking his head.
"Don't underestimate that family like that. I met them in Rivira. Bell Cranel is known for exceeding expectations! And I'm curious to see that crazy mage who broke the crystals on that floor too..." a fifth defends, with a glint of excitement in their eyes.
The discussion is heated, with money changing hands as bets are made. Some seek logic, others follow intuition.
In the twilight mansion, anxiety and excitement are palpable as the group watches the War Game preparations on the magical screens.
Tiona, with eyes shining with excitement, can hardly stay still. "What's going to happen?! Can we see Lucius do that thing again?!" She jumps from her seat, reminiscing about the previous moments of silence.
Riveria, with her usual composure, responds calmly, but with a note of expectation in her voice. "I believe Lucius can handle this after what we saw on the twenty-seventh floor..." Her eyes don't stray from the screen, capturing every movement.
Tione, with an eyebrow raised, asks with a perceptive look. "That event... You've only been talking about it since you went out with that mage." Curiosity touches her words.
Tiona, unable to contain her excitement, describes the scene with dramatic gestures. "That's because you didn't see what we saw, sister! Lucius suddenly went boom! And then a kaboom happened! It was so cool!" She explodes her hands in the air, imitating the grandeur of the moment.
Tione, with a sarcastic smile, responds. "I got everything..." Her reply is laden with irony, as she shakes her head.
Bete, always the most reserved, merely clicks his tongue with his eyes closed, his expression a mix of disdain.
Aiz, beside Lefiya, remains silent, her expression inscrutable, but her eyes fixed on the screen reveal her concentrated attention, wanting to know how Bell would fare in this fight.
Gareth, with a hearty laugh, comments. "Seems like it was quite the adventure!" His voice resonates in the room.
Tione, looking at Finn, asks with anticipation. "What do you think, captain?" Finn, with his gaze firm on the screen, remains silent, his mind clearly analyzing the possible strategies and outcomes of this fight.
At the Hostess of Fertility, Mama Mia and her waitresses are also gathered around the screen, each expressing their concern and curiosity.
"Where is Lucius-Nyahh?" one of the waitresses asks, her tail swishing with anxiety.
"I also wanted to see him-Nyahh!" another echoes, sharing the sentiment.
Mama Mia, with a serious expression, comments. "I hope the boy shows up soon, because this won't be easy..." Her voice carries a mix of concern, despite seeming serious.
In the reserved area for the gods, an opulent and elevated environment overlooking the battlefield, the atmosphere is charged with a mix of amusement, anticipation, and tension. Each god and goddess, with their distinct personalities and interests, watches the War Game preparations attentively, commenting among themselves.
Apollo, with his usual air of superiority, laughs loudly to draw attention. "Hahahahaha. Hestia and her family are brave, I'll give them that. But bravery alone won't win this game." His gaze briefly passes over the other gods, seeking approval or challenge.
Heimdall, beside Apollo with a forced look of disinterest, comments dryly. "You don't even need to talk about it..." However, his eyes remain fixed on the screen, betraying his curiosity.
Freya, with an enigmatic smile, leans forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Don't underestimate your opponents so easily, Apollo. Mortals have a tendency to surprise." Her voice is soft, but carries a weight that draws glances from other gods.
Loki, with a sharp laugh, adds. "It's going to be a good spectacle! Let's see if the midget's children can give us a good show!" She claps with a mischievous expression, clearly delighting in the prospect of chaos, but deep down she wanted to see Lucius and was almost asking Hestia where he is, but her pride prevented her from doing so.
Meanwhile, Hestia, a little distant from the others, looks at the screen with an expression of concern and hope. She murmurs a prayer, almost inaudible, but laden with emotion. "Please, let Lucius show up soon!" Her voice is a low whisper.
And so, with each god and goddess immersed in their own thoughts, desires, and games, the stage is set for the War Game. Their conversations and disputes reflect the drama that is about to unfold below, a drama in which they most entertained themselves in their infinite lives.
In the War Game itself, the two families, Apollo and Heimdall, are positioned within their respective castles, their imposing fortifications casting threatening shadows over the terrain. All their soldiers, wearing the colors and insignias of their family, move with a mix of determination and confidence. For them, the game is more than a competition; it is a demonstration of power and a prelude to an anticipated massacre.
In the castle, the atmosphere is also charged with a feeling of revenge and superiority. Carina, a fierce and agile cat-woman, growls with barely contained fury. "I want Lucius, leave him to me, I'll avenge that damn-Nyahh!" Her voice is a growl, her claws extending and retracting in anticipation.
The captain responded with a calm nod. "All right, Carina, he's yours..." He understood Carina's thirst for vengeance; after all, he also wanted a piece of Lucius, but knew there would be other opportunities in the future. For now, he was more than willing to let this fight be Carina's, especially after the damage Lucius had caused her.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Hestia Family approached the castle with fierce determination. The absence of Lucius weighed on them, but also served as a catalyst for their resolution. Mikoto broke the heavy silence that had settled over the group. "No matter what others say, we will fight with everything we have. We will win in the end!" Her voice was firm, each word imbued with conviction.
Welf, the blacksmith with unparalleled skills, agreed, his expression serious and focused. "Exactly. Lucius may be absent, but with each of us doing our part, we will win!" He adjusted his equipment, ready for the approaching battle.
Bell, whose evolution and experiences had transformed him from a simple adventurer into a respected warrior, nodded. "You're right." His voice was calm, but inside, a burning flame of determination. He knew that Lucius's absence wouldn't shake him; he and his companions would fight to the last breath.
As the start of the war approaches, the air fills with war cries and the sound of weapons being prepared. Each side, confident in their victory, awaits the signal to begin. And so, as the gods watch from above and the city of Orario watches with bated breath, the stage is set for a battle that promises to be as fierce as it is memorable.
Bell Cranel, the emerging hero of the Hestia Family, is at the forefront, his armor shining under the Orario sun like a beacon of hope. His eyes, burning with unwavering resolution, sweep the location where the castle stood in the distance, assessing each movement of the enemy.
Beside him, Welf Crozzo, whose hands forge not just weapons but also fates, firmly holds his latest creation. The weapon, a masterpiece forged with a blend of skill and magic, promises to be a devastating force against any adversary. Welf, with his focused gaze, is ready to prove the power of his craft.
There was also Lilu, but she was executing her cunning plan, like the astute support she was. Yamato Mikoto, the warrior with a serious and determined expression, is ready for battle. Her sword, an extension of her will, shines with the promise of protection and retribution. Her stance is that of a warrior who has sworn to defend her family to the last breath.
In the rear, moving with a silent grace that belies her lethal power, is Ryuu, in disguise. Her stunning beauty is just a facade for the deadly skills she possesses. Like a shadow, she moves, ready to strike where the enemy least expects it.
On the other side, the Apollo and Heimdall families present a formidable array of defenders. Hyakinthos Clio, with his confident smile, displays the arrogance of a warrior who has never known defeat. Loras Forhe, a tower of strength and authority, commands the defense as a level 4 captain.
Carina Lix, the feline warrior, is restless, her claws ready to deliver deadly blows. Her eyes await her target, a silent promise of vengeance and fury for what Lucius did in their last encounter.
Then, the horn sounds, reverberating throughout the city and echoing in the hearts of all who watch. The sound is the prelude to chaos, the War Game has begun.
"Are we ready?" Bell asks, his voice firm cutting through the tension of the moment. One by one, his companions nod, their faces marked by determination and courage. The battle promises to be epic, it was about to begin.
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