The physical fighters stood firm at the front lines, their weapons and shields ready. Faces were grim, breaths steady, each soldier bracing for the chaos that lay ahead.
Above them, the aerial troops hovered, their lances gleaming in the light. Five scouts patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning the terrain for threats. Their mission was clear: engage in aerial combat if needed, or defend the physical troops from above.
Fifty meters behind the battlefield, the supply teams were stationed, surrounded by ten aerial soldiers and ten ground troops acting as their guard.
Two hundred meters away, a red dragon soared through the air, its wings casting an imposing shadow over the battlefield. Atop the dragon sat a golden chair, where a figure observed the scene. His piercing blue eyes and long blonde hair shimmered under the sun, complementing the crimson armor that tightly encased his well-trained body.
The king peered through a round glass, studying every detail with precision. Beside him sat a woman in a maid's uniform, silent and composed. Three men in blue armor stood behind them, their gazes fixed firmly on the battlefield, awaiting their king's command.
"Haaa…... haaaa. So, you've brought me gifts," a voice echoed.
From the shadows of a nearby cave emerged an elf. He wore a fitted green tunic adorned with intricate vine patterns, its light fabric swaying as he walked. Tall leather boots, soft yet durable, covered his legs, and a braided belt held a small pouch and a slim dagger. A long hooded cloak, fastened with a silver, leaf-shaped clasp, added an air of mystique to his presence.
Livio adjusted his Pbv-enhanced vision, narrowing his eyes as he focused on the figure.
"So, that's our opponent," Livio muttered to himself. A chill ran down his spine. "His Pbv feels dark… ....sinister. I can sense it even from here."
High above, one of the scouts caught sight of something shifting in the forest. The movements were fast, erratic, and closing in on the field.
"Movement spotted! Everyone, stay alert!" the scout bellowed, his voice sharp with urgency.
The remaining scouts darted toward the battlefield, their lances at the ready.
"So, you've decided to fight with the Velocirian," the elf sneered, raising his hand. A faint, transparent ring began to shimmer in his palm. "How convenient. You're making my job far easier."
The king leaned forward, his expression hardening as he watched through the glass. Livio's jaw tightened as he kept his enhanced vision locked on the elf.
The elf released the ring, sending a powerful shockwave outward. A high-pressure gust swept across Nitin's troops, forcing them back slightly and rattling their armor.
"What the hell was that?" Oliver gasped, stepping back instinctively.
"He's preparing something," Nicolas said, his voice calm but his eyes darting. "But what is it?"
Suddenly, panic rippled through the ranks.
"You've got to be kidding! Who in their right mind would fight a monster like that?" a soldier shouted, his voice trembling with fear. He dropped his weapon and bolted. "I'm out of here! I'm not dying today!"
The sight of him fleeing caused a ripple effect. A handful of others hesitated, then followed, fear overtaking their discipline.
Before the fleeing soldier could take another step, a cold, golden aura materialized in front of him. The general, clad in golden armor, stood tall, his Pbv radiating raw power.
"You coward," the general snarled, his gaze icy and unyielding. "You will be punished for your disgrace."
The fleeing soldier fell to the ground, trembling, as the general's Pbv pressed down on him like an oppressive weight.
"Sir, please!" the soldier pleaded, his voice cracking. "I'm not strong enough to face this monster! I have a family—please, let me go!"
The general's expression didn't waver. "Let your cowardice be cleansed in blood."
Extending his hand, the general summoned his Pbv, which took the form of a roaring chainsaw. In one swift motion, he swung the weapon. The soldier's head flew into the air, landing with a sickening thud. Blood spattered the grass as his body crumpled.
The remaining troops froze, their faces pale with horror.
"Incoming! They're coming from all directions!" a scout shouted, racing into the field on his Velocirian.
"What is that thing?" Williams stammered, collapsing to the ground as the Gravash emerged from the forest.
Gravash Description:
The Gravash was a monstrous, four-legged beast with jagged black scales that gleamed like dark armor. Towering as high as a small house, it radiated an aura of primal power. Its claws were razor-sharp, capable of tearing through steel. Three glowing red eyes burned with unholy light, giving it unmatched night vision. Venom dripped from its long, serrated fangs, and its thick, muscular tail lashed the air with deadly force. Its roar wasn't just terrifying—it was a weapon, stunning its prey long enough for it to deliver a fatal blow.
"All aerial troops, fire!" the golden general commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.
"No! Please, save us! I want to go home!" a soldier screamed, clutching his head in terror.
Above, the aerial troops began charging their lances, channeling their Pbv. Glowing orange orbs formed at the tips, their brightness and size determined by the strength of the user.
"They're everywhere!" Viktor yelled, his head darting left and right. "How do we fight this?"
"We need a plan," Nitin said, his eyes scanning the panicked troops. "Direct attacks won't work. And some of them have already lost the will to fight."
"Fire!" the general roared.
The aerial troops unleashed their beams, striking the Gravash with precision. Smoke billowed, obscuring the beasts from view.
"We did it!" Oliver shouted, his voice filled with relief. "Take that, you bastards!"
"Are we safe now?" a soldier asked, his voice trembling with hope.
"I swear, once we're home, I'll never return to the battlefield," another murmured, wiping away tears.
"That was too easy," someone chuckled.
"Yeah, those aerial troops took all the glory," another grumbled, glancing skyward.
Livio, still watching through his enhanced vision, smiled. But his relief was short-lived.
"Wait….... why is the smoke moving?" he whispered, his breath hitching.
The elf grinned maliciously, raising his hand once more. "Celebrating so soon? Let me give you another gift."
He released another wave of energy, and the Velocirian's eyes turned stark white.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Travis called out, patting his Velocirian nervously.