The news about Lloyd visiting spread fast among the goblins who ruled the place. It made them scared and determined at the same time. In a dimly lit room, the rulers got together to figure out what to do. You could feel whispers of rebellion in the air as the rulers tried hard to hold on to their stolen power.
The goblin king, acting all tough, said, "We'll crush this disrespect and keep ruling these lands." What they didn't get was that Arthur, the one behind Lloyd, was way stronger than they could imagine.
While the rulers were busy planning, they didn't realize that Arthur and Lloyd were like a storm coming their way. The whispers of rebellion, once just hushed talks, were growing stronger. The rulers were in for a surprise because they had no clue that their stolen power was about to face a big challenge.
In that dimly lit room, where the rulers thought they held all the cards, a bigger story was unfolding. The rulers, thinking they were untouchable, had no idea about the storm of change that Arthur and Lloyd were bringing—a force driven by fairness, fueled by the silent cries of the people, and led by a duo whose strength was beyond what the rulers could even guess.
The day of reckoning unfolded, casting a grim shadow over the battlefield as the goblin army, adorned in gleaming armor, advanced beneath the harsh sunlight. As they reached the battlefield's center, their confusion intensified—only two figures stood before them: Arthur and Lloyd. The goblin king, disdain etched across his face, sneered, "Is this some jest?"
In response, Arthur stepped forward with unwavering confidence. "I am Arthur Ischyros, and if it's an army you desire, I shall fulfill your wish." With a subtle nod to Lloyd, Arthur's voice echoed with a touch of authority, "Ok, I will make it as a bloody war as you wish."
As if the very air quivered in response to Arthur's declaration, a surge of dark energy enveloped him. With a commanding wave of his hand, he summoned a legion of monstrous allies, each emerging from the shadows with an aura of fearsome power. The ground trembled beneath the arrival of these otherworldly entities, and the goblin army, now faced with a nightmarish assembly, felt the weight of Arthur's promise.
The goblin king, no longer scoffing, was forced to confront the reality that Arthur's strength extended far beyond mere swordplay. "Just two soldiers declared a war against us. Do you think us a joke?" the king had asked earlier, but now, faced with the ominous gathering of creatures, he began to understand the gravity of the challenge ahead. The battlefield, once deemed a simple confrontation, now bore witness to the unfolding of a relentless war—a clash where Arthur's summoning skill transformed the landscape, turning the tide of battle in a way the goblin king had never fathomed.
As the monstrous legion emerged, outnumbering the goblin soldiers, a wave of horror rippled through the enemy ranks. The grotesque figures cast a shadow over the once-confident goblins, shattering their plans with an unsettling reality. In the midst of the goblin army's faltering confidence, Arthur, witnessing the fear in their eyes, couldn't help but release a booming laugh.
The sound echoed across the battlefield, a stark contrast to the diminishing resolve of the goblin forces. Arthur, with an air of triumphant amusement, raised his hand and signaled the monstrous army. "Attack and show no mercy," he commanded, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
In response to Arthur's directive, the legion of monsters surged forward, a nightmarish tide that engulfed the goblin soldiers. The battlefield became a chaotic dance of shadows and steel, as the grotesque figures, fueled by Arthur's unyielding command, showed no mercy. The goblins, once standing with arrogance, now faced a relentless onslaught that left them reeling in the face of overwhelming power.
As Arthur's laughter continued to resonate, it became a symphony of defiance—a proclamation that the tide of battle had shifted, and the once-confident goblins were now at the mercy of the very fear they had sought to instill. The battlefield, once a place of planned conquest, transformed into a realm where Arthur's summoned creatures enacted a brutal reckoning, leaving the goblins to confront the consequences of underestimating the true extent of their opponent's strength.