The Sambo Empire sprawled across the horizon, its scale far surpassing anything Fero had ever imagined. It appeared to stretch endlessly, vast and majestic, larger than any city in Earth.
The enormity of the empire was overwhelming. Floating high above the clouds, Fero gazed upon a seemingly infinite expanse of islands suspended in the sky, each adorned with medieval structures and bustling with life. The ground below was obscured by the dense cluster of buildings, a labyrinthine maze of civilization that extended as far as the eye could see.
"Holy shit!" Fero exclaimed inwardly as he took in the breathtaking spectacle before him. The sheer magnitude of the Sambo Empire was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
Still floating in the air, Fero carefully scanned the landscape until his keen eyes finally caught sight of the entrance gate to the Empire. With a graceful descent, he lowered himself until he was near enough to the ground to proceed.
Upon setting foot on the earth below, Fero was greeted by a scene that astounded him. The sheer number of people gathered in line stretched as far as the eye could see, forming a seemingly endless queue that spanned for miles. Hundreds of thousands of individuals stood patiently, their faces wrought with tiredness, pleading silently to gain entry into the kingdom beyond.
Surveying the throngs of hopefuls, Fero couldn't help but wonder what could possibly drive so many to seek entrance into the Empire, but one thing he knew for sure is that he won't be waiting in line.
Striding boldly from the sides, Fero exuded an air of confidence as he approached the head of the line. Without hesitation, he addressed the armed guard stationed there, his voice firm and assertive.
"Yo, let me in," he stated, his tone cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.
In response, the guard, armed with a spear, barked a command, his authority evident in his voice. "Get back into the line, commoner!" he shouted, attempting to physically push Fero away.
Unfazed by the guard's attempt to enforce order, Fero stood his ground, his stance unwavering. As the guard's hand made contact with Fero's chest in an attempt to shove him back, a shockwave of astonishment rippled through the onlookers. Despite the force behind the guard's push, Fero remained steadfast, his sheer power evident as he didn't budge an inch.
With a devilish grin spreading across his face, Fero's eyes locked onto the guard as if daring him to challenge him further. "You're weak," he taunted, his voice laced with disdain.
In an almost instant move, Fero reached out and seized the guard's leg with an iron grip that shattered his ankle. With a flick of his wrist, the guard went flying in as fast as the winds and in a blink of an eye his body hit the rocky walls, only blood and flesh remaining stained onto the walls.
In the wake of this shocking display of power, a wave of panic swept through the line behind Fero like wildfire. The once orderly queue dissolved into chaos as people scrambled frantically, their desperate desire to gain entry into the empire overcoming any semblance of order or decorum. In a frenzied rush, they surged forward, driven by fear and greed.
As the floodgates of chaos burst open, hundreds of thousands of people surged forward, their collective momentum like a stampede of hungry lions, pushing past Fero and the remaining guards with reckless abandon.
As the hord of people began to run inside, shattering the massive doors, Fero floated above them and entered the empire peacefully, laughing at the chaos he unintentionally began.
With the gates breached and the doors shattered, the invading horde poured into the heart of the empire like a relentless wave, their insatiable appetite for disorder driving them to raid houses and ransack stores with ruthless efficiency. The once tranquil streets erupted into scenes of pandemonium, as screams mingled with the cacophony of shattering glass and splintering wood.
The blaring alarms shattered the silence, jolting the entire empire awake with their urgent cries.
Amidst the turmoil, opportunistic immigrants seized the moment of disorder to pillage houses and stores, brazenly looting whatever valuables they could lay their hands on, capitalizing on the pandemonium.
In the midst of this mayhem, the most vulnerable suffered the gravest consequences. Woman were raped by the hungry men, children, inadvertently trampled beneath the frenzied footsteps of panicked adults, stores were ransacked, their shelves emptied in a frenzy of greed, while households became scenes of unspeakable violence, innocent lives extinguished in senseless acts of brutality.
All this happened because some unknown guard decided to mess with Fero.
As the situation spiraled further out of control, the skyline was punctuated by the arrival of colossal red dragons, their massive wings blotting out the sun as they soared towards the heart of the panic. Perched atop these formidable beasts were knights clad in ominous black armor, their steeds adorned with heavy silver plating, charging forth to confront the chaos. The entire kingdom rallied in response, citizens mobilizing to quell the unrest and repel the waves of immigrants who dared to breach the empire's borders, through force.
A fierce clash erupted between the immigrants and the officials, the streets of Sambo kingdom becoming a battleground where desperation and determination collided. Despite the immigrants' initial advantage, the officials eventually prevailed, their resolve fortified by the necessity to restore order within their realm. With devastating consequences, the immigrants were forcefully expelled beyond the protective walls of the Sambo kingdom.
However, victory came at a grievous cost. The aftermath revealed a landscape scarred by destruction and loss. Countless innocent civilians fell victim to the chaos, their lives brutally cut short amidst the turmoil. Flames engulfed homes, reducing them to ash and rubble, while the coffers of the kingdom bled dry, bearing the weight of irreparable financial damage. Amidst the chaos, the ranks of the officials were not spared, with many sacrificing their lives in the line of duty.
High above the chaos, perched atop a church spire, Fero, the instigator of this chaos, watched with twisted amusement as the city burned. His laughter echoed through the smoke-filled streets.
Rescue teams sprang into action, dispatched with urgency to aid the innocent victims caught in the wake of the chaos. Throughout the kingdom, walls were reinforced with the steadfast presence of thousands of knights, their solemn duty to protect the realm and its inhabitants unwavering. In a remarkable display of solidarity, hundreds of thousands of people volunteered their aid, united in their resolve to address the crisis at hand.
As the dust settled and a semblance of order returned to the city, the relentless pursuit of justice continued. The remaining immigrants, still lurking within the shadows of the urban landscape, found themselves hunted by the resolute knights, their every move scrutinized and pursued.
Princess Amelia after the situation inside her own kingdom calmed down finally arrived just to be meet with massive murder, her people in despair.
Peering out from the confines of her carriage window, she gasped in disbelief at the magnitude of the tragedy that had befallen her beloved kingdom. "What... what happened?!" Her voice trembled with disbelief and anguish, as she struggled to comprehend the unfathomable depths of despair that now gripped her people.
Out of nowhere a massive dude holding a giant sword appeared inside the princesses carriage and knelled, "Princess!" he boomed, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "as your personal guard, I have come to ensure your safety! The city is under siege as we speak!"
Princess Amelia regarded the imposing figure with a mix of relief and concern. "Bard," she addressed him, her voice betraying a hint of apprehension, "who would dare to launch an attack against us?"
Bard's expression darkened, his grip tightening around the hilt of his massive sword. "It appears that a gathering force from outside the walls has launched a brazen assault on our precious city!" he exclaimed, his words laced with urgency and anger.
Amidst the tense atmosphere, a sudden interruption startled both the princess and Bard. "Dude, you don't have to scream." Fero's nonchalant voice pierced the air, his presence unexpected as he casually rested his legs atop the carriage, his head peeking out from the window.
Both the princess and Bard screamed like little girls, "Kyaaa!" before Bard swiftly regained his composure and thrust his big sword straight at Fero's head, aiming to pierce him.
"Who are you?!" Bard screamed, veins bulging out his forehead.
"Chill, bro," Fero's voice slithered with menace behind Bard's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Move one inch, and I'll kill you." He added menacingly.
bard completely froze in place, knowing death was right behind him.
Amidst the tension, Princess Amelia's voice pierced through the air with a mixture of happiness and relief. "Commoner!" she called out, abandoning all modesty as she hurled herself from her plush seat, wrapping Fero in a tight embrace.
The sudden weight caused them to tumble from the carriage, their bodies crashing to the ground in a chaotic heap, as the carriage continued its onward journey...