The two armies collided, their clash shaking the earth. Swords clanged, blood splashed, and cries filled the air. Henry, reincarnation of the Red Flame God, unleashed his dormant powers. Anger fueled his strength.
Burning red flames erupted from Henry's body, scorching Zorvath's soldiers. He wielded two red-flamed daggers, slicing through enemy ranks.
Avalon's army fought valiantly, but Zorvath's forces overwhelmed them. Ten times Avalon's number, they threatened to engulf the kingdom.
Henry's determination hardened. He would protect Avalon.
Meanwhile, in Tharros, soldiers received an urgent message. Only one man could send it – their King, Solomon.
Solomon, still airborne, sent a portion of his blue flames to Tharros. The message was clear: "Ready your horses, march to Avalon at once."
Tharros's soldiers understood their king's urgency. They swiftly prepared for battle.
Horses saddled, armor secured, they departed for Avalon.
As they galloped, the sky darkened. Clouds gathered, heavy with rain.
Back in Avalon, Henry's red flames illuminated the chaos.
Zorvath's soldiers faltered, terrified by Henry's ferocity.
But Marcellus remained resolute.
His army's superiority would prevail.
Henry's resolve never wavered.
He fought on, fueled by rage and determination.
Just as Zorvath's forces seemed poised to triumph...
A mighty roar echoed through the clouds.
"Impossible!" Marcellus exclaimed, terror etched on his face.
He knew the horror that was about to unfold. "This cannot be possible" fear slowly finding it's way to Marcellus's face.
Henry's maniacal laughter echoed across the battlefield.
"Hahaha haha hahahaaa!" The chilling sound sent shivers down the spines of Zorvath's soldiers.
The clash of steel paused as all eyes turned skyward.
A deafening roar shook the heavens.
Solomon descended, his blue flames blazing like a comet.
The ground trembled beneath his feet as he landed.
With unbridled fury, Solomon unleashed his powers.
Blue flames swept through Zorvath's ranks, leaving destruction in their wake.
Zorvath's Soldiers screamed, consumed by the inferno.
Marcellus stumbled backward, his face ashen.
Henry's laughter grew louder, fueling Solomon's rage.
Together, the brothers would bring ruin upon their enemies.
The tide of battle shifted.
Avalon's soldiers rallied, emboldened by Solomon's arrival.
Zorvath's forces faltered, their morale shattered.
The once-confident Marcellus now trembled with fear.
Solomon's gaze locked onto Marcellus.
"You should have stayed hidden," Solomon growled.
With a wave of his hand, blue flames engulfed Marcellus's position. Marcellus fell to the ground, his body trembling with fear.
The outcome was no longer in doubt.
Avalon would prevail.
Solomon and Henry would ensure it.
The battle continued but one thing was clear: only one side would emerge victorious.