The stage for the final battle of the tournament was set, the crowd had sat down, and the participants were preparing themselves for the final showdown. The moment to see the strongest rookie in the ANTs had come.
Within the crowd was Lucky Strowk with his hand on his cheek and mind somewhere else. He wasn't sulking over the fact that he lost, he heart was at home –Galadrielle.
After the news of sailors going missing at sea, the people of Galadrielle stopped fishing, which was their hobby, and their way life. The kingdom was eerily quiet. The resting sun was making way for the darkness that was to come, casting red-ish light over the grand palace and its surrounding gardens.
But this evening, the tranquillity was shattered as the Dark Saints launched their coordinated attack.
The assault began with a series of explosions that rocked the palace grounds, sending plumes of smoke and fire into the air.
The once serene gardens were engulfed in flames, the bioluminescent flowers burning with an unnatural intensity. The silver-barked trees, symbols of the kingdom's strengths, cracked and splintered under the heat, their emerald leaves turning to ash.
The commander and ruler of this kingdom was in Motherland because of the tournament, but he had left his wife in charge, Queen Laura. She rushed to the balcony, hear heart pounding as she witnessed the
devastation unfolding below. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the Dark Saints, cloaked figures moving with deadly precision, spreading chaos and destruction. "Liam, where are you?"
They wielded dark magic, their spells igniting everything they touched. The palace guards, caught off guard, fought valiantly but were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of the attack.
Arina, the young warrior, was among the first to respond. He rallied the defenders, his voice cutting through the chaos. "To arms! Protect the queen and her people!" But even as he fought with all his might, he knew the odds were against them. The Dark Saints were relentless, their dark magic consuming
everything in its path.
The grand palace, once a beacon of beauty and strength, was now a blazing inferno. Crystal spires melted under the intense heat, and enchanted wood cracked and burned. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to breathe. The sounds of battle and the cries of the wounded filled the air, a stark contrast to
the peaceful melodies that once echoed through the halls.
As the flames spread, the people of Galadrielle fled in terror, their homes and livelihoods reduced to smouldering ruins. The Dark Saints showed no mercy, their dark magic leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The lush gardens, once a sanctuary of rare magical plants, were now a charred wasteland.
Queen Laura, her heart with sorrow, knew that the kingdom was lost. She gathered the remaining defenders, including Arina, and led them through a hidden passage beneath the palace. "We must survive. We will wait out the storm at sea until it passes, and then we will spread the word," she said, her voice filed with determination. "Galadrielle will rise again, but we must live to see that day."
As they escaped into the depths of the forest, they made their way to sea and jumped into the nearby boats and started rowing.
As they moved further from the kingdom, Galadrielle burned behind them, a once-great realm reduced to ashes by the Dark Saints' ruthless attack. There is only a single man within the Dark Saints who was capable of such a strategy, this attack was quick and flawless, Enantio had planned this and his foot
soldiers executed the plan perfectly.
Queen Laura had made it to sea, and there was hope for a moment. Below their boat, Arina noticed that a shadow was growing bigger and bigger. "My queen, do you see this?"
Everyone started panicking and before they could scream, whatever casted the shadow below their boat swallowed them whole.
Its appearance was ancient. It was a giant sea snake, and it was so big that a human was the size of its eye.
From Galadrielle, the Dark Saints noticed it and stopped the attack out of fear. Every instinct in their bodies told them to run, but that was futile.
In a single breath, this beast summoned a wave that engulfed Galadrielle… In a moment, the kingdom of Galadrielle was erased from Tellus...
In the beginning, there was a primordial being, four gods who were made from him, and a guardian that was created to protect the seas from anything. When the time is right, all of these creations must cross paths. This beast will be known as Abyssior the Guardian of the Four Seas.