The ground trembled, like the prelude to an earthquake, and the people cowered in fear. They begged Kur, who hovered in mid-air, unaware of the commotion. They assumed he was the cause of the chaos until Rahl emerged with his army of demons. Rahl's appearance was terrifying, his handsome face now twisted into a monstrous visage. He and his army materialized in the sky, captivating the attention of all. Kur remained unconscious, oblivious to the scene unfolding around him. The people realized that Kur was not behind the disturbance, but they were still perplexed about his connection to Rahl.
Rahl's arrival was alarming, prompting God and King Kahlan to rush to the window to see who was causing the commotion. God was shocked to see Rahl, his brother whom he had cast into hell, now a supreme being ruling over demons. King Kahlan, however, saw only a monster in his palace. "I guess we both aren't making it to bed tonight," God said, his comment lost on King Kahlan, who was focused on the threat before him. "I know you're scared of the monster in my palace, but this is my domain. No one threatens my rule and goes unpunished," King Kahlan declared, asserting his authority.
God exited the room through the window, and the people breathed a sigh of relief, hoping for his intervention. However, not everyone was convinced that God could save them from Rahl's monstrous form and his army of demons ready for war. King Kahlan charged forward, causing Kur to regain consciousness. Kur's eyes widened as he saw Rahl before him, his legs shaking in fear. Rahl didn't tolerate fearful gazes, and his expression darkened. "Let the boy go, I know you're here for me," God intervened, trying to defuse the tense situation.
Rahl gazed down at God with his cold, dead eyes from his flying throne. "I have no business with you. I'm here for my messenger," he declared, his voice devoid of emotion. The crowd was taken aback, whispering among themselves in shock.
God accused, "You're lying! You're just making excuses to take the boy with you. But I won't allow that, not on my watch!"
Rahl's response was swift and brutal. With one hand, he lifted Kur, and with the other, he burned him, transforming him into a terrifying monster. The crowd gasped in horror as Kur's handsome form contorted into a grotesque creature. The protective mark on his forehead, which had kept his true nature at bay, was now gone.
King Kahlan watched the scene unfold from his window, his eyes wide with shock. "Now that you have what you wanted, can you leave these premises?" God requested, his voice laced with a hint of fear. "Leave, before I'm forced to do what I should have done all these years."
Rahl's laughter echoed through the air as he declared, "I'm sorry, but I have to decline. I came for two, not one." The atmosphere instantly turned volatile. Kingdoms began to separate, swords were drawn, and tensions escalated. Panic set in as no one knew who the monster might be - it could be a king, queen, guard, or even a slave. The once-unified crowd dissolved into chaos, each kingdom prioritizing its own survival. The air was thick with suspicion and fear, as the phrase "every kingdom for herself" became the stark reality.
Kur's lifeless body hovered in the sky, his form limp and helpless. A moment of silence fell over the scene, and King Kahlan grew bored with the standoff. He flew through the air, approaching Rahl slowly. "If I may ask, who are you exactly?" Kahlan shouted, his patience worn thin. "You can't just barge into my kingdom and wreak havoc without my permission!"
With a powerful punch, Kahlan struck Rahl, sending him stumbling away from his throne. The real battle had begun, and the question on everyone's mind was: who would Rahl target next? Kur, God, or King Kahlan himself? Rahl regained his balance and pulled out a horn from his back, blowing it loudly. The army of demons responded with a deafening roar, charging towards the land with ferocity. The scene was set for an epic clash of forces.