The battle between Raka and Sir Galen was fierce. Sir Galen attacked mercilessly, with every swing of his sword feeling like an unbearable weight. Raka fought with all his might, blocking every attack with all his might. However, the pain in his arm was getting worse, and fatigue began to eat away at his body.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of battle, Ayra saw that Raka was in danger. Quickly, she ordered some soldiers to protect the main door of the castle, then she ran towards them with her sword drawn. She knew that she could not let Raka fight alone.
"Ayra, get away! This is between me and Galen," Raka shouted as he saw Ayra approaching.
Ayra ignored him. She stood beside Raka, her gaze full of determination. "I will not let you fight alone. Galen is our common enemy."
Sir Galen smiled coldly, his eyes narrowing at Ayra and Raka. "How sweet. You two want to die together, do you think?"
With a stern look, Ayra raised her sword, ready to face the former protector of the kingdom who had betrayed her. Together, Ayra and Raka now stood shoulder to shoulder against Sir Galen. They protected each other, trusted each other, and both knew that they would have to rely on each other to defeat this traitor.
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On the other side, the royal soldiers fought with all their might along the ramparts and gates of the castle. The guards shot arrows at the enemy troops from the towers, while the remaining soldiers protected Ayra and Raka from the attacks of the troops who tried to approach. Their spirits were lifted by the courage of the princess who dared to face her own enemy.
Meanwhile, Sir Galen attacked with increasingly brutal attacks. However, every time Raka began to feel overwhelmed, Ayra deftly filled the gap and helped him divert the attack. The two fought in stunning harmony, as if their every move had been synchronized in a deadly dance.
However, Sir Galen was not deterred. He attacked Ayra with a swift attack, taking advantage of the slightest opening he found. Raka immediately responded, jumping towards Ayra to block the attack. Sir Galen's sword almost hit Ayra, but Raka managed to divert the attack, although in the end Sir Galen's sword hit his shoulder.
Raka endured the pain, biting his lip to keep from making a sound. Ayra looked at him anxiously, but he stood his ground, showing that he would not back down.
"Ayra... I am not here just to protect this kingdom. I am here... because of you," Raka said in a hoarse but firm voice.
Ayra was silent for a moment, surprised to hear Raka's confession. In the midst of this dangerous situation, Raka's words brought warmth that shook Ayra's heart. However, she knew that they had to finish this fight first.
"I am also here for you, Raka," Ayra answered softly, her gaze full of meaning.
Sir Galen who saw their closeness only sneered. "You two are indeed stupid, loving each other in the midst of a hopeless battle."
However, Raka and Ayra only looked at each other, ignoring the taunts. They knew that the feelings that grew in their hearts gave them strength that they never expected.
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The battle heated up again. Raka, although injured, was now braver in facing Sir Galen. Ayra also fought with all the strength she had. They launched attack after attack with unbreakable unity.
Finally, after a long and tiring fight, they managed to push Sir Galen to the edge of the cliff behind the castle. Sir Galen was panting, blood flowing from several wounds on his body. He smiled sarcastically, appearing unafraid even though he knew he was cornered.
"You win this time," Sir Galen said coldly. "But remember, the kingdom of Ayurea will never be peaceful forever. There will be other threats to come."
With a glare filled with anger, Sir Galen jumped into the darkness, disappearing among the shadows of the trees below the cliff. Although he managed to escape, Raka and Ayra knew that the kingdom of Ayurea was safe for the night.
Ayra turned to Raka, who looked very tired and was still holding back the pain in his shoulder. Gently, she approached Raka and placed her hand on his injured shoulder. "Raka… thank you for protecting me. You saved this entire kingdom."
Raka smiled weakly. "I only did what I had to do, Ayra."
However, before Raka could say more, his body weakened and he began to fall. Ayra quickly caught him, holding his body with great care. Gently, she hugged Raka, realizing how precious this figure in front of her was.
"Raka, you must not give up. We will take you to a healer. You will recover," Ayra whispered, her voice trembling.
Raka looked at Ayra, trying to smile. "Ayra… I don't know how I got here, but I feel like this is my place. Being with you is the most precious thing to me."
Ayra's eyes began to fill with tears upon hearing that sincere confession. She knew that Raka had fought for her and her kingdom, even though they came from different worlds.
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That night, after Raka was treated by the royal healer, Ayra sat beside him, waiting for him to recover. As dawn slowly appeared on the eastern horizon, Raka opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ayra smiling warmly beside him.
"Good morning," Ayra said softly, her voice soft.
"Good morning, Ayra," Raka replied with a faint smile.
They looked at each other in silence, feeling deep happiness after all the suffering they had gone through. Unbeknownst to them, this great war had not only protected the Ayurea kingdom, but had also strengthened the bond between them.
And on that quiet morning, Raka knew that he had found his greatest reason to remain in this world—a love he never expected to find in the middle of a different dimension.