### Chapter 14: A New Threat Rises
The day after the battle with Kyle was filled with rest and tension. Allen's power had brought a great victory, but the threat of Kyle's return weighed heavily on everyone's minds. As preparations for the next attack continued, Reilis's work came to life.
Allen stood in the war room, surrounded by maps and reports. His closest friends were gathered around him, their faces filled with determination and concern.
"Kyle is wounded, but not defeated," Allen said with determination. "We must strengthen our defenses and prepare for his next move."
"Our soldiers are training harder than ever. But we cannot rely on our own strength. We need to recruit more soldiers."
"We need to build sustained partnerships. The more support we get, the better our chances."
"My lord, there is urgent news from the eastern border. A powerful wizard named Roderick has appeared. He is gathering a large army and claims he will conquer all of Ellaria."
Allen narrowed his eyes. "Roderick? What do we know about him?"
"He is said to have magic far beyond anything we have experienced. His followers speak of him as if he were a god."
"Very good," Leora murmured. "Just what we need. Another power-hungry tyrant."
Over the next few weeks, Allen sent scouts to gather information about Roderick and his growing army. They reported that villages and towns had fallen under Roderick's control and that his people had joined him out of fear. They knew they needed to take the initiative and deal with this new threat.
As Allen prepared his army to move east, he could not shake the feeling that Roderick's presence was more than a coincidence. He suspected it might be Kyle's doing, using Roderick as a distraction or an ally.
One night, at sunset, Allen stood on the balcony of the castle, lost in thought. The burden of leadership and the threat of powerful enemies weighed heavily on his sh
Shoulders.
"Allen," a soft voice called out. When he turned, he saw Elara approaching, her expression gentle but worried.
"Elara," he acknowledged. "What brings you here?"
She approached and said, "I want to talk to you. I know you carry a heavy burden. But remember, you don't have to endure this alone. Sometimes it seems like no one really understands. You are not alone in this battle."
Allen knew he couldn't afford to be weak. "Thank you, Elara. I will never forget this."
Allen's force moved quickly, determined to attack Roderick before his strength became too great. As they approached enemy territory, the tension in the air became palpable.
Scouts reported that Roderick's army was large and well-organized. The wizard was said to have a charisma that drew men to him and made them believe in his vision of conquest.
On the eve of battle, Allen called his commanders to a final meeting. "We must strike hard and fast," he said. "Roderick's magic is strong, but he is still human. If we can find him, we can end this before it even starts."
Allen's army was ready. In the midst of the magical storm stood Roderick, a tall, imposing man.
Allen raised his sword, his voice echoing through the ranks. "For Ellaria!"
The fighting was sudden and fierce. Allen led the charge, his sword cutting through the enemy ranks with precision and power. Leora fought beside him, her strength and skill unmatched as she destroyed her enemies.
Seraphina and Aric stood behind, their magic searing through the battlefield. Seraphina's flames exploded in waves, engulfing enemy soldiers; Aric's freezing spells immobilized those trying to advance.
Allen's eyes were focused on Roderick. The mage stood apart from the conflict, his dark energy devastating Allen's army. Allen shouted with determination and attacked him with the searing energy of his sword.
Roderick turned, a smile appearing on his lips. "So you are the famous Allen. Let's see how you fare among the legends." Roderick's darkness erupted around Allen, but his speed allowed him to dodge and counterattack with lightning speed.
"You are strong," Roderick said in a calm voice. "But not strong enough."
He unleashed a burst of dark energy that caused Allen to stumble. The energy was overwhelming, but Allen's determination was even stronger. He rallied with a battle cry, and the force of his will pushed him forward.
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Allen roared into action, cutting through the dark energy with his long sword and striking at Roderick's chest. The wizard's body trembled, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
"You... you won't win," Roderick breathed, his energy drained.
Allen stood over him, his eyes cold. "This is just the beginning."
As Roderick fell, his army began to disperse. Allen's army pressed the attack and drove the enemy back. The battle was won, but Allen knew the war was not over.
As he stood on the battlefield, surrounded by the corpses of his fallen enemies, Allen felt a dark satisfaction. He was stronger and more feared. He wouldn't stop until he conquered all of Ellaria.
Roderick's defeat was a test, and Allen had passed. But he knew there would be more challenges ahead. He would face them all with a heart of steel and an unshakable will.