A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 410 The Last Kingdom

[Fjordhelm Kingdom - Hours before Archer arrives]

Harald Eriksson, the reigning monarch of Fjordhelm, convened with his council of generals and advisors, grappling with troubling news.

A man with piercing dark eyes and cascading, sun-kissed locks among his assembly rose to address the King.

”Your Majesty,” he began, ”the white dragon has successfully subdued every realm within the alliance, with our kingdom being the sole exception. The mysterious manʼs plans have fallen short, leaving us to deal with an angry dragon who knows where we are.ʼʼ

Harald looked at his top general and gave him a nod before Duke Sweyn Jansson of the northern region spoke.

ʼʼRumors say he has given the kingdoms to the Avalonians, but that doesnʼt surprise me as heʼs known as the white prince of the empire and is engaged to their princess.ʼʼ

When everyone heard the Duke, their eyes widened before the general who spoke before commented.

ʼʼMy King. I donʼt know what nefarious plans that odd man had, but what I predicted came true, and he abandoned us when things went south.ʼʼ

King Harald sighed as he thought to himself. ʼWhy did I listen to the other kings and join this foolish crusade? The boy wasnʼt meant to return but it looks like they underestimated him.ʼ

He stopped thinking to himself and issued his orders. ʼʼTell the castles and forts to watch for the boy and alert me when heʼs been spotted.ʼʼ

All the generals and nobles bowed before leaving the hall. Once they were gone, he walked over to a window and looked out over the peaceful city.

Harald found himself in an unenviable position, desperate to prevent the destruction of his beloved kingdom and his rule.

Yet, he felt trapped, with two stark options: engage in a battle for survival that might end in his demise, or reluctantly yield and choose the path of surrender, ensuring his continued existence.

The king sighed as his wife appeared and spoke with a concerned look. ʼʼWhat is bothering you, my love? You can talk to me.ʼʼ

Harald turned around and saw his beautiful wife standing there. She had long blonde hair and emerald-green eyes.

She was an older woman, yet he held a deep and abiding love for her. As Herald gazed upon her, a rush of memories and emotions overwhelmed him.

He reminisced about the day they had first crossed paths at the College of Magic. At that moment, he decided to surrender to the empire and embrace the uncertainty of the future.

[Commander Gudbrand Ivarsen - Northern Coast - Aesirheim Castle]

Gudbrand Ivarsen, the castle commander, stood atop a battlement tower, perusing the freshly arrived royal directives, only to crumple them in frustration.

”Why does he insist on surrendering? Itʼs just one dragon, and this castleʼs defenses are more than capable of handling it,” he muttered.

He shifted his attention to his second-in-command and issued a resolute command, ”Gorm. Prepare the cannons and ensure the artillery is primed for action. We will vanquish that dragon and demonstrate our capabilities to the king.”

Gorm nodded before rushing off to pass on the commanderʼs orders. Hours passed by before a bell started ringing on the southern wall.

Everyone in the castle prepared for a fight as Gudbrand rushed there and asked a soldier what was happening. 

The man turned to him with wide eyes before commenting. ʼʼSomethings flying toward us. Our mana traps were activated a mile away.ʼʼ

When Gudbrand heard this, he shouted. ʼʼFire everything!ʼʼ

With that command, the mana cannons came to life, crackling with energy. Brilliant bolts arched through the sky, illuminating the darkened sky as they lanced toward the threat.

Mana blasts soared toward the incoming threat and collided with it, causing explosions to erupt everywhere.

The ground shook with each detonation, and the air filled with smoke. They couldnʼt see anything, so they all waited.

Gudbrand stood at the forefront, his voice ringing out with panic. ”Fire at will! Keep firing.” 

In a final, awe-inspiring display of force, the mana cannons and artillery combined their might in a simultaneous barrage, creating a storm of destruction.

When the explosions died down and the smoke cleared, everyone saw a boy hovering in the air, staring at them with a big smile.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the boy zooming towards the walls with sharp claws, a sight that made the soldiers there retreat.

A few mages attempted to repel him with their spells as he landed on the wall, but they rebounded.

In response, Gudbrand issued a resolute command to every soldier in the area, ”End him!”

The Fjordhelm soldiers swiftly closed in on the enemy, but in a sudden and eerie display, violet lights materialized around the boy and shot forth with deadly accuracy.

He could only watch in horror as the lights impaled his soldiers, sending them crumpling to the ground, lifeless.

Gudbrand looked at the boy, who stood still, his irritating smile never leaving his face. The boyʼs violet eyes were locked onto him, surrounded by the fallen soldiers.

Thatʼs when the remaining soldiers noticed the boy didnʼt draw a weapon, but a realization dawned on them when they realized he didnʼt need one.

His fingers ended in razor-sharp claws, and with startling speed, he lunged at the nearest soldier, who let out an unmanly scream.

Gudbrand winced as he witnessed the boyʼs swift, brutal slashes, leaving his victims bloodied and lifeless.

The boyʼs teeth were as perilous and menacing as his razor-sharp claws, presenting an additional deadly threat.

In a horrifying display, he sank them into a soldierʼs throat, silencing the manʼs cries and draining the life from him.

Gudbrandʼs heart raced as he realized that the boyʼs danger extended even further than he would have ever expected.

A strong dragon tail emerged from behind the boy and struck out, slamming into a soldier sent flying.

It struck another soldier, sending him crashing to the ground, unmoving. Gudbrand and the surviving soldierʼs minds raced, considering how to combat this new threat.

He clenched his jaw and motioned to the archers stationed on the battlement tower. ”Ready your arrows!” he ordered, hoping to slow the boyʼs advance at least.

The archers aimed and released a volley of arrows, but to Gudbrandʼs dismay, they rebounded off the boy.

Thatʼs when a chilling sense of foreboding washed over him, leaving him deeply troubled.

The seemingly unstoppable white-haired boy continued his relentless assault, leaving a path of devastation in his wake.

Nothing was stopping him as he went wild in the castle. Gudbrand watched in horror as the boy tore his soldiers apart, and blood sprayed all over the place.

He moved with uncanny speed, a force of destruction among the fallen soldiers. His claws and teeth left a trail of death and chaos, and his tail struck out with deadly precision.

The boyʼs violet eyes remained fixed on Gudbrand as he methodically dismantled the defenses of Aesirheim Castle.

Soldiers gave up fighting the boy and escaped the castle. Thatʼs when he witnessed the boy casting powerful spells on the walls and pillars.

Walls started to crumble, and towers collapsed in fiery devastation, painting the scene with ruin and despair.

He rushed out of the castle, followed by three dozen survivors who watched the castle that guarded the northern road and coast vanish.

They grouped together and decided to flee to the Frostfang Castle. But before they could start their journey, they heard a joyful laugh.

All the soldiers turned toward the noise and saw the white-haired boy hovering above them with the same smile as he opened a violet-colored portal. 

It was a scene straight from the depths of a nightmare as Gudbrand stood with his soldiers, their faces etched with dread and disbelief.

The air crackled with an eerie energy, and the ground beneath them quivered as the portals to another realm began to open.

As the portals expanded, monstrous shapes emerged, grotesque and formidable. These were nightmarish beings that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

Their dark, chitinous carapaces glistened with a sickly sheen, and their many limbs bristled with sharp, serrated appendages.

A multitude of eyes glowed malevolently, exuding an aura of relentless hunger. The beasts walked through the portals, casting a pall of fear over the soldiers.

The air seemed to chill in their monstrous presence, and a sense of impending doom settled upon the assembled troops.

Gudbrand watched in horror as the beasts encircled them, their cruel maws agape and ready for bloodshed.

It was a nightmarish picture, a horrifying sight that would haunt his dreams for years to come and, in the future, would be used to scare the Fjordhelm children to behave themselves.

At that moment, the soldiers knew they faced an unimaginable and relentless foe that defied all reason and logic.

Thatʼs when they all heard the boy above speak cheerfully. ʼʼKill all but ten my soldiers.ʼʼ

In a gruesome and harrowing scene, the beasts descended upon the beleaguered soldiers, their chitinous forms moving with a terrifying grace.

Gudbrand and the soldiers fought valiantly, but the odds were overwhelmingly against them. One by one, the beasts closed in on their prey.

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