Chapter 22: Blood
The first light of dawn had barely begun to creep over the horizon when the camp came alive with the sounds of preparation. The memories of the last battle, still fresh and raw, hung over Aiden and his soldiers like a dark cloud. Seran's death had left a gaping hole in their hearts and their ranks, a loss that weighed heavily on Aiden's mind.
As he stood before his troops, clad in his battle armor, he saw the determination etched into their faces. They were ready to fight, ready to defend their kingdom with their lives. Aiden felt a surge of pride, mingled with a deep sorrow, as he addressed them.
"Today, we face an enemy who has taken much from us," he began, his voice steady. "They have taken our friends, our loved ones, and our peace. We fight for Thaloron, for those we have lost, and for the future we will build."
Aiden Voice is breaking while saying this as he mourned for the lost of his best friend, his most loyal friend.
His words were met with a roar of approval, the sound echoing across the camp. Aiden turned to his commanders, his eyes meeting theirs with a fierce resolve. "Let's show them what it means to challenge the heart of Thaloron."
When the night came Aiden finally is alone in the throne room. This time no one could see him as tears flowed nonstop from his eyes. Losing Serand and His father almost simultaneously, broke him beyond repair.
As the sun climbed higher, the enemy forces approached, their dark banners stark against the morning sky. The air was thick with tension, every soldier bracing for the inevitable clash. Aiden stood at the forefront, his fists clenched, the power of his bloodline thrumming through his veins.
The battle began with a deafening roar, arrows and spells flying through the air as the two forces collided. Aiden charged forward, his fists glowing with the power of Thaloron. [Primal Instinct: Lion's Fury], he thought, his blows landing with devastating force. Each strike sent enemies sprawling, his movements a blur of speed and strength.
All around him, his soldiers fought with a ferocity born of desperation and determination. Lyra's arrows flew true, taking down enemies with lethal precision. Thalia moved through the battlefield like a shadow, her daggers flashing as she cut down anyone who crossed her path.
But the enemy was relentless, their numbers seeming endless. For every enemy they felled, more took their place, their dark armor and cruel weapons a stark contrast to the bright determination of Thaloron's defenders. The ground became a mire of blood and mud, the cries of the wounded and dying mingling with the clash of steel.
In the midst of the chaos, Aiden fought with a fury that bordered on madness. The loss of Seran fueled his rage, each blow a testament to his grief and anger. He felt the power of his ancestors guiding him, their strength and wisdom a steady presence in his mind.
But even as he fought, he could see the toll the battle was taking on his forces. His soldiers were weary, their movements slowing as the battle dragged on. Aiden knew they could not hold out forever. They needed a decisive move, something to turn the tide in their favor.
A flash of movement caught his eye, and Aiden turned to see Malakar at the center of the enemy forces, his dark armor gleaming in the morning light. The warlord was cutting through Thaloron's soldiers with brutal efficiency, his eyes locked onto Aiden.
With a roar of rage, Aiden charged toward Malakar, his fists glowing with the power of Thaloron. [Primal Instinct: Lion's Roar], he thought, unleashing a shockwave of energy that sent enemies flying. He reached Malakar, their clash sending a shockwave through the battlefield.
Malakar's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he parried Aiden's blows. "You fight well, prince," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But you are no match for me."
Aiden's rage fueled his strength, his blows coming faster and harder. "This ends now, Malakar," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "For Seran, for Thaloron."
Their battle was a whirlwind of motion and energy, each strike sending ripples through the battlefield. Aiden's power surged, the strength of his ancestors guiding his every move. But Malakar was relentless, his dark power matching Aiden's own.
As the battle raged around them, Aiden felt a growing sense of urgency. They needed to end this, to turn the tide in their favor before it was too late. With a final, desperate surge of power, he struck Malakar with all his strength, sending the warlord sprawling.
For a moment, it seemed as if victory was within their grasp. But then, with a cruel laugh, Malakar rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with dark power. "Here you are again my Little King" he snarled, his voice echoing through the battlefield. "I am the future of this land, and you are nothing but a dog."
Aiden's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He knew that they could not hold out much longer. The enemy forces were closing in, their dark power overwhelming. But even in the face of defeat, Aiden refused to give up.
"Thaloron will never fall," he growled, his voice steady despite the fear and despair that gripped his heart. "As long as we stand, we will fight."
With a final, desperate surge of power, Aiden charged at Malakar, his fists glowing with the power of Thaloron. [Primal Instinct: Lion's Wrath], he thought, his voice a roar of fury. He struck Malakar with all his strength, the force of the blow sending the warlord crashing to the ground.
He smashes his head multiple times over and over again with all of his might and power. Anger, rage, hatred all sorts of emotion was unleash in every attack.
"Die! Die! Die!" Aiden shouted with all his might everytime he attack the dead body Malakar.
His eyes was tearing blood with all the mix emotions he feel.
But even as he stood over Malakar's fallen form, Aiden knew that Malakar is not the only one facilitating this war. The enemy forces were closing in, their dark power overwhelming. With a sinking heart, he realized that they were outnumbered, their chances of victory slipping away.
As the war is over in the battlefield, in the blood-soaked ground, Aiden stand in the center as he looked at the lives of thousand of people wasted in this battle.
To Be Continued in Chapter 23: Echoes of Thaloron