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The sky is starting to turn black, the clouds are churning as if they are fighting, the lightning is like clashing swords, the wind is like the flapping of an eagle, the atmosphere in the Kingdom of Roses Not feeling well mentally and psychologically.
At King Erico's residence, Blackrose
All the Royal Advisors had gathered in the Blackrose Hall. The atmosphere was heavy and silent. The King sat upon his throne, his face serious as he looked at the line of his most trusted men.
King Erico : "You all know why I have summoned you this morning. The threat from the enemy is upon us. They demand our decision today. Two paths lie before us: to launch a full-scale attack, or to settle this with honor through a duel between warriors. I need your counsel."
One advisor stepped forward, his voice firm and authoritative.
Advisor 1: "Your Majesty, if we choose open war, our armies are ready and able. Victory is within our grasp, but the cost will be high. Much blood of our soldiers will be shed, villages will be destroyed, and our nation's economy will suffer for years to come. The risk is too great."
The second advisor shook his head slowly, appearing more cautious.
Advisor 2: "I agree with him, My Lord. War is the most painful choice of last resort. However, if we choose the duel, the very honor of the kingdom is at stake. If our champion loses, we must submit without resistance. That is equally dangerous."
The third advisor, who had been silent until now, finally spoke in a calm yet firm tone.
Advisor 3: "Precisely for that reason, the duel is the wisest middle path, Your Majesty. The enemy has challenged us, so they must believe they have strong warriors. But we too possess heroes who are no less formidable. Through a duel, we avoid mass slaughter. Only two men will fight, and the fate of this land will be decided by courage and skill, not by the number of swords."
Advisor 1: "But what if the enemy cheats? Or if they send ruthless mercenaries? Our honor is on the line."
Advisor 4: "Then we shall draft a written treaty sealed on sacred parchment. If they agree to the duel, they must respect the outcome. If they refuse and insist on war, then the whole world will know they are the unjust aggressors. The support of all nations will fall upon us."
The King let out a long sigh, looking at each of his advisors. He saw that the majority agreed to spare the people from the suffering of a great war.
King Erico : "Very well. I have heard your voices. Open war brings too much suffering to our people. We shall accept their challenge... but under our terms."
The King stood up, his voice echoing throughout the hall.
King Erico : "We choose the path of honor! We shall hold the Duel of Champions. Send messengers immediately to deliver this decision to the enemy. Select our finest warriors, those ready to take up arms for the glory of this kingdom!"
All Advisors: (Bowing deeply in unison) "Long live the King! A wise decision indeed!"
And on that very day, the decision was made. Blood would not flood the battlefields, but would instead be spilled only within a single arena, where the fate of all would be decided.
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In the Kingdom of Darken
Across the seas and mountains lay the grim Kingdom of Darken. Inside the throne room, cold and filled with shadows, King Cladimir Darken sat regally, his gaze sharp as a hawk stalking its prey.
A messenger and several elite knights stood before him, delivering the news they had just received.
Knight Messenger: "Your Majesty King Cladimir, we bring word from the Kingdom of Roses. They have decided to settle this conflict through the path of honor. A tournament and duel of champions will be held at Firehoge Castle."
King Cladimir did not answer immediately. He clasped his hands together, staring intensely at the message being presented.
Knight Messenger: "And... there is a personal message from King Erico himself. He challenges you directly. He said, 'If you dare, face me in the arena, or admit that the Kingdom of Darken is ruled by a coward'."
The atmosphere in the room turned tense. The guards held their breath, knowing how fearsome their King was. Yet, strangely, Cladimir broke into a wide smile—a cold, calculating grin.
King Cladimir: "Hahaha... What an arrogant fool. King Erico thinks he can manipulate me with sweet words and challenges of honor?"
He stood up and walked slowly toward his knights.
King Cladimir: "Do you know what this really is? It is not merely a challenge. It is a subtle insult and an open threat. If I win, they will find ways to belittle us. If I lose, they will take everything. He wants to see me kneel in public."
One of the generals stepped forward.
General: "Then what are your commands, Your Majesty? Shall we send our strongest warriors to crush them in the arena?"
King Cladimir shook his head slowly, his eyes gleaming with a cunning idea.
King Cladimir: "No. We will play by their rules... for a moment. Listen closely to this strategy."
He lowered his voice, but every word that came out was filled with poison and deceit.
King Cladimir: "We will accept this challenge gracefully. We will go to Firehoge Castle. But mark my words... inside the arena, we will appear to surrender, or pretend to accept the outcome with open arms. Let them feel victorious, let them grow arrogant and complacent. Let them believe that Darken has submitted."
The advisors and knights looked confused.
Advisor: "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but is it fitting for the Kingdom of Darken to appear weak?"
King Cladimir: "That is merely a mask! Once the tournament ends, when they are feasting in celebration, and their guards are relaxed... that is when we strike."
Cladimir clapped his hands, his expression turning deadly serious and terrifying.
King Cladimir: "Prepare all our elite forces in secret. Hide them in the forests surrounding Firehoge Castle. The moment the event is over and their guard is down... attack without mercy! We will destroy them from within when they least expect it! They think this is about honor? They are gravely mistaken. To me, this is about absolute victory, by any means necessary!"
The Knights: (Smirking deviously and bowing) "Hahaha! A brilliant strategy, Your Majesty! We understand! Let them dream peacefully for a while, before we send them straight to hell!"
King Cladimir: "Prepare the horses and bring me my sword. We ride for Firehoge... and show them that the King of Darken never plays fair."
…
The atmosphere in both kingdoms grew tense yet orderly. Battle plans had been drawn up, and every soldier knew exactly their duty.
In the Kingdom of Roses, King Erico stood atop the watchtower, his gaze fixed firmly on the border. He would take no chances.
"Commander Jeglar!" King Erico called out in a deep voice. "Ensure all small paths and hidden passages are blocked tight with piles of stone and wooden barricades. Let the enemy enter through one main gate only. There, we shall welcome them with iron and blood!"
Commander Jeglar nodded firmly. "Yes, Your Majesty! The Steel Shield Knights are already positioned at the front lines. Their shields are thick and impenetrable, ready to withstand any assault. They shall become a living wall protecting the palace!"
Meanwhile, at King Cladimir's camp, preparations were made with lightning speed. The selected shadow warriors were the fiercest of all. They carried no heavy shields, relying instead on speed and the sharpness of their attack.
King Cladimir inspected his troops one by one. Before him stood ranks of knights wielding gleaming double-edged swords, long spears ready to strike, and small daggers tucked into every belt for close combat.
Beside them stood giant black horses, their eyes burning with fire. These wild beasts were specially trained for war—calm yet ready to charge with deadly speed.
"Listen well!" King Cladimir's voice echoed through the war tents. "We do not attack now. We wait until the crowd's cheers at the tournament reach their peak, when their guard is at its lowest. At my signal, storm those small towns simultaneously! Cut off their supply lines and surround Roses from every side!"
That night, the sky felt darker than ever before. The grand tournament was about to begin, but behind the planned festivities, two storms of war were drawing near, ready to collide with devastating force.
Northern Ring, Black Ice Palace
In a cold and majestic room, surrounded by ice walls reflecting dim light, Sir Owen Dolphenion sat upon his simple throne. He was studying a map of the region when one of his most trusted soldiers, Jim Morrison, entered with firm steps carrying a scroll message.
Jim Morrison: "Greetings, Sir Owen. A letter from the capital of the Roses Kingdom has arrived. Everything is ready for the grand event."
Owen Dolphenion: (Lowering his gaze from the map, his face calm yet serious) "Thank you, Jim. So the awaited time has finally come. How is King Erico doing? Is His Majesty well amidst all these preparations?"
Jim Morrison: "King Erico is in good health, Sir. However, he appears to be extremely vigilant. He has ordered Commander Jeglar to strengthen the defenses of the main gate. He knows that the arrival of envoys from Darken is not merely for sport, but that there are ulterior motives behind it."
Owen Dolphenion: "Just as I suspected. King Cladimir never makes a move without careful calculation. This tournament is nothing but a mask. Behind the clashing swords, a war strategy is already in motion."
Jim Morrison: "Indeed, Sir. Rumor has it they will hold a great duel as a sign of friendship, but we have heard whispers that Darken's forces are already moving toward specific points around the border."
Owen Dolphenion: (Nodding slowly) "King Erico is wise. He allows them to come, but he has already set a trap. We here, in the Northern Ring, must ensure the situation remains stable. Let no disturbance arise from the North that could divide the attention of the main forces."
Jim Morrison: "Yes, Sir. The people here have felt at peace ever since your arrival. We will continue to monitor enemy movements from the North. But... are you worried about King Erico's safety during the tournament?"
Owen Dolphenion: "King Erico is a great warrior and a brilliant leader. He knows how to protect himself. What we must fear are the surprises that may come from unexpected directions. Ensure our troops remain on high alert, Jim. Let the tournament begin, but we must be ready should it suddenly turn into a real battlefield."
Jim Morrison: "Understood, Sir Owen. I will immediately deploy scouts and ensure the Northern Ring remains safe and secure."
After Jim walked away , from outside the palace a luxurious carriage could be seen approaching the Black Ice Palace. The once calm atmosphere of Black Ice Palace suddenly turned tense as a luxurious carriage pulled up in the courtyard. Alana Xoven, Owen Dolphenion's wife, descended gracefully, yet her face betrayed deep worry. She walked swiftly toward her husband's study.
Alana Xoven: (Entering without knocking, her expression grave) "Owen..."
Owen Dolphenion: (Startled by her sudden arrival) "Alana? What brings you all this way? Has something happened in Lomery?"
Alana Xoven: "It is not Lomery that concerns me, my husband. I bring news from the capital. News about Queen Eivana, King Erico's wife. Her condition is worsening. It is not a physical illness, but rather she is drowning in profound sorrow. She suffers from severe depression, locking herself away in her chambers, and no one truly knows what weighs so heavily on her mind."
Owen Dolphenion: (Furrowing his brow) "Queen Eivana...? She always seemed so strong. But what does this have to do with us? Our duty here is to guard the Northern Ring."
Alana Xoven: (Stepping closer, her voice rising, filled with emotion and frustration) "Duty? You still speak of duty, Owen! I am sick of it! Sick of watching you pretend to be loyal, bowing down to those who never truly respected you! You were once a great Grand General, yet look at you now—banished to this frozen wasteland as if you were nothing but trash!"
Owen Dolphenion: "Alana, watch your tongue! I am here for the sake of..."
Alana Xoven: "For the sake of what? For a kingdom that allowed you to fall so low? Do you not remember who crushed you? Do you not remember Gaele? The man who defeated you in your youth, the one who trampled your pride into the dirt!"
Owen Dolphenion: (Clenching his fists tightly, his eyes burning with rage) "Do not speak that name! I have not had my revenge yet because he still..."
Alana Xoven: (Smiling sinisterly, she leaned in and whispered directly into his ear) "Is gone, Owen... Gaele is dead."
Owen Dolphenion: (His eyes widened in shock, his breath hitched, and his entire body stiffened) "What...? What did you say...? Gaele... dead?"
Shock mixed with long-buried anger exploded within him instantly. His sworn enemy was gone, yet his hatred transformed into a deep loathing for the kingdom that had cast him aside.
Owen Dolphenion: (Laughing softly yet eerily, his face turning dark and cold) "Hahaha... So he is finally gone... That means nothing stands in my way anymore. You are right, Alana. This charade has gone on long enough. It is time we take what is rightfully ours."
Owen turned abruptly and shouted.
Owen Dolphenion: "CREG !!"
Moments later, a muscular soldier with a stern expression entered and knelt before him.
Creg : "At your command, Sir Owen! What are your orders?"
Owen Dolphenion: "You are to depart for the Kingdom of Roses immediately. Deliver the official report stating that the Northern Ring is safe and stable—that will be your cover to enter."
Creg : "Yes, Sir. And then?"
Owen Dolphenion: (Glaring sharply) "That is merely a facade. Your real mission is infiltration. Gather every piece of information regarding the palace's condition, the strength of their forces, and most importantly... find every weakness of King Erico and the true situation regarding Queen Eivana. Report everything back to me without delay."
Creg : "Understood! I shall leave at once!"
Creg quickly took his leave. Owen gazed into the distance, his heart now set firm. Old grudges and his wife's manipulation had turned his loyalty into poison, ready to destroy the Kingdom of Roses from within.
Several Days Later...
The long-awaited day finally arrived. The sky above the main square of the Kingdom of Roses was clear, yet the air felt heavy with unspoken tension. The entire streets were decorated with colorful flags and red carpets, stretching from the Main Gate all the way to the grand Colosseum.
The sound of trumpets echoed through the silence, signaling the arrival of honored guests from every corner of the land. Commoners crowded along the road, cheering enthusiastically, waving their hands and flowers, welcoming the arrival of the great rulers.
The Arrival of the Kings
The first golden carriage stopped gracefully. The doors opened, and out stepped 'King Randel Kenlard' from the Oblion Palace. He looked majestic in his dark purple robe, wearing a crown forged from silver.
- The Crowd: "Long live King Randel! May you live long!" Nobles from the Lomery region and surrounding areas bowed deeply, showing their respect to this known wise ruler.
Following the next carriage came 'King Gover Abeille' from the Fourhand Palace. His muscular build and firm face made him look like a true warrior. He waved his hand friendly, greeted by cheers from merchants and soldiers alike.
- The Crowd: "Welcome, King Gover! Strength to Abeille!"
Shortly after, the splendor of the Engelion Palace became evident as King Arthur Victorian descended. He was known to be extremely polite and elegant. His smile was faint yet calming, bringing an air of reverence to the surroundings.
The Crowd: "Our respects, Your Majesty Arthur. Your presence unites us all."
The fourth carriage carried a calm yet mysterious figure, 'King Wyin Zewilste' from the Hucthen Palace. He spoke rarely, but his presence always commanded attention. The people welcomed him with respect, knowing the Kingdom of Zewilste possessed extraordinary magical power.
- The Crowd: "Peace be with you, King Wyin!"
However, the atmosphere turned momentarily silent as a pitch-black carriage, devoid of any flashy emblems, came to a halt. From within emerged King Cladimir Darken from the Shadowless Palace. His gaze was sharp, cold, and filled with an intimidating aura. Although the people continued to cheer according to protocol, a shiver of fear ran through their voices. This was an enemy who had come as a guest.
- The Guards: "Receiving the arrival of King Cladimir Darken! Ruler of the Kingdom of Darken!"
At the Main Gate
King Erico Roses stood alongside his high officials, welcoming all guests with a warm yet vigilant diplomatic smile.
King Erico: "Greetings, King Randel, King Gover, King Arthur, and King Wyin. Thank you for traveling such a great distance to grace our land. May our brotherhood grow ever stronger."
He then turned toward the man they had all been waiting for, their eyes meeting directly.
King Erico: "And welcome, King Cladimir. I know the journey from Shadowless is not an easy one. I hope today's tournament can serve as proof that our strengths can meet not only on the battlefield but also in fellowship."
King Cladimir: (Smiling faintly, his voice deep and heavy) "Thank you, King Erico. A sword only becomes sharper the more it is honed. I came not just to compete, but also to see just how strong the backbone of the Kingdom of Roses truly is."
The exchange sounded polite, yet hidden between the lines lay a clear challenge. The invited guests exchanged glances, realizing that behind this grand celebration, a great storm was waiting to erupt.
The knights and nobles began moving toward the spectator stands, where their seats were arranged facing the vast, hard ground of the arena. The tournament was about to begin.
The atmosphere inside the main hall of the palace was truly magnificent and captivating. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow that reflected off the marble floors. Long tables were laden with exquisite dishes and goblets filled with precious beverages. In the corner, dancers in beautiful attire began to prepare themselves, while the irresistible aroma of Roses' signature spices and roasted meats filled the air, tantalizing the senses.
King Erico stood upon the main stage, raising his golden goblet high. Instantly, the room fell silent.
King Erico: "Your Majesties, noble Kings, and brave warriors! Today, our swords may soon cross, but before that, let us prove that the Kingdom of Roses is known not only for its military might but also for its generosity!"
He lowered his goblet and smiled broadly.
King Erico: "Please, enjoy the finest Red Wine from our southern vineyards! Its rich flavor will warm your souls and strengthen the bonds of brotherhood between us. Do not hesitate to ask for refills, for our cellars are open wide to welcome you all today!"
Servants moved swiftly to refill the guests' cups. The Kings took a sip and nodded in agreement, acknowledging the exceptional quality.
King Erico: "And to delight your eyes, weary from long journeys, allow us to present the grace and elegance of Roses' finest maidens."
Amidst applause, a group of women entered the center area, dressed in silk gowns that exuded both elegance and allure. They danced with movements that were soft and fluid yet full of charm, making the atmosphere feel even more lively and warm. Their gazes were captivating, their smiles inviting, providing a feast for the eyes of the noble guests.
King Gover Abeille: (Laughing loudly and slapping his thigh) "Hahaha! Exquisite, Erico! You truly know how to welcome your guests! These women are as beautiful as sunflowers in the height of summer!"
King Arthur Victorian: (Smiling politely as he raised his glass) "A truly mesmerizing performance. It radiates the distinctive elegance of Roses."
Meanwhile, King Cladimir merely watched with a blank expression, though his eyes scrutinized every movement, as if assessing everything not merely as entertainment, but as information.
After the dance concluded, the scent of food grew even stronger. The main course was served: Roasted Bison meat with a secret spice sauce, creamy wild mushroom soup from the mountains, and warm wheat bread served with pure honey.
King Erico: "Let us dine! This is the True Taste of Roses! Eat until you are full and gather your strength, for what you are about to witness next requires power and complete focus!"
The guests began to eat heartily. The atmosphere grew warm and familiar, filled with laughter and the clinking of goblets. However, when King Erico raised his hand once more, silence returned, this time carrying a heavier tone.
King Erico: "My friends, my brothers. We all know why we have gathered here. This tournament is not merely a game. It is a test of honor."
He fixed his gaze sharply upon Cladimir.
King Erico: "Tomorrow, in the open arena, the Duel of Honor will take place between the champions of the Kingdom of Roses and the Kingdom of Darken. This is our chance to channel our anger and ambitions not through the slaughter of war, but through a single, fair, and civilized combat."
King Randel Kenlard: (Speaking in a heavy tone) "Will this duel decide everything, Erico? Will its outcome be the final law for both kingdoms?"
King Erico: "Indeed, King Randel. Whoever emerges victorious shall have the right to set the terms of peace. However, whoever is defeated must promise to still respect the victor as a fellow ruler."
King Cladimir: (Finally speaking, his voice cold and cutting through the air) "Beautiful words, Erico. But remember... on the field of duel, there are no friends, no feasts, and no mercy. There are only those who stand, and those who fall."
King Erico: (Smiling challengingly) "Precisely, Cladimir. So let us enjoy this night to the fullest. For tomorrow... the swords shall speak!"
The hall erupted once more with cheers and spirited shouts. Yet, behind the laughter and splendor, Creg stood discreetly in the shadows, carefully noting every movement, every word, and every weakness displayed.
The Palace Gardens
At the rear of the palace lay an expansive garden, meticulously maintained yet featuring a large open area resembling a training ground. The evening breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of rare flowers arranged along the stone pathways. Here, princes and princesses from various kingdoms had gathered, seeking a brief escape from the crowds and formalities inside the main hall.
They strolled about, admiring the grand architecture of the garden, engaging in casual yet insightful conversations about the current situation.
Prince Elward Kenlard: (Walking with dignity, his hands clasped behind his back) "This place is truly vast... Roses certainly knows how to impress its guests. But honestly, looking at this wide expanse makes me think—how easily this could turn into a real battlefield if war were to truly break out."
Prince Sucréso Kenlard: (Chuckling lightly to lighten the mood) "Ah, Brother Elward, you are always so serious! Look around you—the flowers are beautiful, the air is fresh. We are here to enjoy the festivities, not to think of blood and steel, right, Princess Kanaya?"
Princess Kanaya Abeille: (Smiling sweetly, though her eyes observed the surroundings sharply) "True, Prince Sucréso. Yet what Prince Elward says is not entirely wrong. This beauty is merely a mask for the great power hidden beneath. My father always says, the most beautiful kingdoms are often the most deadly."
Princess Rachangel Victorian: "Precisely. This tournament is a reflection of our future relations. If Roses wins, perhaps peace will be maintained. But if Darken prevails... who knows which way the wind will turn?"
Princess Sharphine Victorian: "Sister, do not speak so ominously. Look at Prince Andrew; he looks so confident. Your kingdom will be just fine, won't it?"
Prince Andrew Roses: (Puffing out his chest with pride) "Of course! My father has prepared everything perfectly. Tomorrow's duel is not merely a clash of strength, but the very fate of this continent. I have no doubt that the justice and power of Roses will prevail."
Prince Noman Zewilste: (Who had been silent, gazing into the distance, spoke softly) "Fate... indeed, it is hard to predict. The energy here feels mixed. There is hope, yet also a lingering fear. I only pray that whatever the outcome may be, the innocent common folk do not become the victims."
All eyes suddenly shifted to a figure standing slightly apart from their group. At the edge of the vast field stood Prince Asorver Darken.
He did not join in the conversation, nor did he laugh. His posture was straight, his face cold and expressionless. His gaze stared upward at the drifting clouds, then lowered to survey the wide ground before him, as if measuring and calculating everything in his mind.
Princess Essia Kenlard: (Whispering softly to her friend) "Look at Prince Asorver... He is exactly as they say. Cold and mysterious. As if the world around him holds no meaning."
Prince Elward: "He is assessing the situation. People from Darken are like that; they never waste time on pleasantries. He does not see this as a garden, but as a potential battlefield."
Despite being watched and discussed, Asorver did not flinch. He stood still like a statue, letting the wind billow his black cloak, lost in his own thoughts about what was to come.
The atmosphere among the heirs to the thrones remained warm in their conversation, yet it was still veiled by the tension of what awaited them the next day.
For a while, the garden remained lively with the laughter and discussions of the other princes and princesses. They eagerly debated war strategies, the beauty of the palace, and made predictions about the duel's outcome. However, amidst the crowd, Prince Asorver's sharp eyes suddenly caught an unusual movement.
Far in the distance, near the back gate partially hidden by dense foliage, a woman was visible. She was not wearing a ball gown, but rather fitted armor with a long sword strapped securely to her back. She moved quickly yet calmly, as if rushing toward an exit rarely used by guests.
Asorver furrowed his brow. Who was she? Why would a woman carry full arms in the middle of a feast? And where was she going alone?
Curiosity crept into his usually cold heart. He wanted to chase her immediately, but he was aware of his position as an honored guest. Leaving abruptly would only arouse suspicion. So, he remained standing firm, pretending to still observe the sky and the land, while his eyes tracked her silhouette from the corner of his vision.
He waited. Waiting for the right moment.
Moments later, the garden servants who had been cleaning the area finally finished their duties and walked together back to their quarters on the other side of the palace. The path to the back gate was now deserted.
Without uttering a word to his friends who were still engrossed in conversation, Asorver slowly shifted his feet. He moved with steps that were quiet yet deliberate, merging with the shadows of the walls and trees, as if vanishing from the festivities.
The Alley Behind the Garden
Asorver quickened his pace as he saw the woman nearing the large wooden gate. He followed from a safe distance, ensuring his presence remained silent. The evening wind flapped his black cloak, but his footsteps made barely a sound upon the grass.
Asorver Darken: (Thinking to himself, whispering silently within his mind)
"How bold... A woman dares to carry a sword outside the palace walls alone at a time like this. Are you an assassin? Or perhaps... a spy?"
A faint smirk appeared on his lips—a rare expression sparked by his growing curiosity.
Asorver Darken:
"Do you think you can pass unnoticed? Before me, no movement can hide. I will know who you truly are..."
The woman finally pushed open the wooden gate and stepped out toward the small woods beyond the palace grounds. The moment the door closed behind her, Asorver sprang into action. He reached the same gate and peered through the gaps in the wood.
In the distance, he could see her figure moving further away into the dense trees.
Asorver Darken:
"What game are you playing...? Very well then. Let us see just how far you can run."
Swiftly, he pushed the gate open just enough to slip through, continuing to tail the mysterious figure into the shadows of the forest, leaving behind the glow and noise of the ongoing celebration.
K's footsteps sounded steady as she strode through the damp grass. Though she did not look back, her sharp senses caught the vibrations of the ground behind her. Someone was following her. The steps were heavy, filled with authority, yet deliberately made as silent as possible.
"Hmph... A persistent follower," she thought to herself. "But you've come to the wrong place, Sir Knight. This forest is no playground."
Without changing direction, K suddenly accelerated her pace. She veered sharply to the left, entering a part of the woods that was far denser, darker, and more ancient. Giant trees with sprawling roots seemed to welcome her, while sunlight struggled desperately to pierce through the thick canopy above.
Asorver Darken: (Watching his target vanish into the forest mist, he gave chase immediately)
"Don't even think about escaping!"
He leaped over massive roots, his eyes fixed intently on the woman's figure, now barely visible in the distance. However, the deeper he ventured, the more the atmosphere shifted drastically. The sounds of trickling water and singing birds vanished completely, replaced by an eerie, suffocating silence.
Suddenly, K stopped right in the center of a moss-covered clearing. She stood with her back to Asorver, then slowly turned her head slightly, revealing half of her face hidden beneath her armor hood.
K: (Her voice cold and calm, yet ringing clearly in Asorver's ears)
"You are far too curious, Prince of Shadows... You should have stayed and enjoyed the feast."
Asorver Darken: (Halting a few meters behind her, his right hand ready to draw his sword)
"Who are you? And why did you sneak out armed to the teeth? What is your purpose?"
K: (Smiling faintly, then facing forward again)
"I just... wanted to take you for a walk. And to teach you the true meaning of being lost."
Suddenly, K slowly raised her left hand toward the sky. A faint, bluish light emanated from her palm. She began chanting a spell in her mind, manipulating the very energy of nature surrounding them.
In an instant, the wind began to spiral violently. Tree roots writhed as if possessed, twisting and weaving together to form a complex, natural labyrinth. Thick, freezing fog descended abruptly, shrouding everything in sight until even objects just two meters away became blurred and indistinct.
After that , Asorver Darken: (Narrowing his eyes, trying to find a way out)
"What is this...? Magic?"
He tried to turn back, retracing the path he had come from, but all he found were walls of trees and thick undergrowth that had never been there before. The mental map in his head was completely shattered. North, South, East, and West all felt exactly the same now.
K: (Her voice echoed from every direction, as if the forest itself was speaking)
"Welcome to the Endless Labyrinth. I have erased the directions you knew. I have sealed the path you took."
Asorver stared ahead; K's figure stood motionless amidst the fog, looking like a ghostly guardian of the woods.
Asorver Darken: (Clenching his fists tightly, his voice rising in anger)
"How dare you toy with me like this! Show yourself and fight me like a real man!"
K:
"Calm yourself... I have no intention of hurting you... not for now. You will remain trapped here until you understand that not everything in this world can be conquered by brute strength alone."
With those words, K's form slowly faded, merging seamlessly into the mist and the shadows of the trees, leaving Asorver alone in the middle of a forest that had transformed into a natural prison with no visible exit.
The atmosphere inside the woods turned as cold as a tomb. Thick fog enveloped everything, turning the faint sunlight into eerie shapes that seemed to move and follow his every step. The sound of wind rustling through the leaves sounded like mocking whispers of spirits.
Asorver Darken stood tall amidst the confusion. His breathing remained steady, showing no sign of panic. His usually expressionless face had turned cold and deadly. He did not shout, nor did he rage. As a warrior, he knew that emotions only clouded one's judgment.
Cling!
With a swift and elegant motion, he drew his sword from its sheath on his back. The blade was pitch black, as if it swallowed all light around it, possessing a sharp, deadly gleam.
Asorver Darken: (Raising his black sword to shoulder height, his eyes scanning the surroundings sharply)
"Play your illusions as much as you wish, woman... But you have forgotten one thing. In the darkness, I am the king."
He began to move. Not running aimlessly, but stepping lightly yet surely, cutting through the thick fog. He shut down all other senses, leaving only his vision and hearing sharpened to their limit.
This forest could not physically shift that fast. This was perception manipulation. Magic designed to trick the mind into thinking it had walked this path before, when it hadn't.
His mind worked like a cold, precise machine. He observed the patterns of tree roots, the direction moss grew on the trunks, and even the direction of water droplets falling from the leaves.
Asorver Darken: (Thinking to himself)
"You blocked the points of the compass... but you cannot hide the direction of the wind. And you cannot hide the trail of your energy."
Suddenly, to his right, the trees seemed to surge forward, attempting to crush his space, narrowing the path drastically. The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, as if the forest itself intended to swallow him whole.
Asorver Darken:
"Terrifying... But not enough!"
Whoosh!
With a single swift swing, his black sword sliced through the air with tremendous force. The shockwave generated by the blow was so powerful that it blew the thick fog away momentarily, granting him a clear view for just a few seconds.
He saw it. Amidst the endless maze of trees, there was one path that radiated a slightly different energy—colder and calmer than the rest. It was the direction where the magic was most concentrated. That had to be where K was hiding, or at least the way out of this illusion.
Asorver Darken: (A challenging smirk formed on his face)
"I know you are watching me from behind those trees... Don't run away just yet. This game has only just started to become interesting."
He quickened his pace, cutting through the magical labyrinth with both blade and logic, drawing closer to the source of the mystery, while the shadows around him grew increasingly ferocious in their attempt to stop him.
Rage and frustration began to consume Prince Asorver. The illusions were too real, too cunning. Every time he thought he had found an exit, walls of trees and roots rose up again to block his path.
Asorver Darken:
"SHOW YOURSELF!! FIGHT ME LIKE A REAL MAN!!"
He could no longer think clearly. The logic he had held so firmly was shattered, replaced by pure fury. With a roar that echoed throughout the entire forest, he began to slash wildly in every direction.
WUSH! CRACK! SYAAAH!
His black sword moved like lightning, severing everything in its path. Massive roots writhing like giant serpents were sliced to pieces, tree trunks blocking the way were split in two, and even bushes and small branches were pulverized under his might. He spun, leaped, and attacked like a wild beast trapped in a cage.
Yet, this magical labyrinth was endless. The more he destroyed, the more grew back or appeared before him, as if it had no end.
Sweat began to dampen his forehead and back. His once steady breathing was now coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving violently. The muscles in his arms started to ache and feel heavy. His strength had been completely drained, spent solely on fighting shadows and illusions.
His steps began to slow. The swings of his sword were no longer as fast or as powerful as before. Finally, he paused, knees slightly bent, his left hand resting on his knee as he tried to regain his breath.
Asorver Darken: (Growling low)
"Damn it... What is this..."
High Up on a Tree Branch
From a distance, perfectly concealed amidst the dense foliage and thick fog, K stood calmly upon a sturdy branch. Her sharp eyes observed every move Asorver made—from the moments he thought clearly, to now, when he acted foolishly driven by emotion.
The woman remained composed. Her sword still rested securely on her back, untouched. Her arms were folded across her chest, assessing her opponent with a cold, analytical gaze.
K: (Whispering softly to herself, her voice cold and mocking)
"Tiring yourself out so easily... And you call yourself the Prince of Darken?"
She shook her head slowly.
K:
"You are strong, that cannot be denied. But you lack patience. You scatter your strength like water, aimlessly. This is your greatest weakness, Prince... You let anger wield your sword, not your mind."
She watched Asorver, who was now nearly exhausted, standing trembling amidst the wooden debris he had created himself. The time was almost right.
K:
"Patience... Wait until his physical strength is truly depleted. That is when... a single strike will be enough to end it all."
She continued to wait, like a patient hunter letting its prey tire itself out before delivering the final, fatal bite.
The forest fell silent once more. The only sounds were heavy, ragged breathing and the soft patter of sweat dripping onto the damp earth.
Asorver Darken could no longer stand tall. His knees buckled, and with a heavy thud, he sank to his knees on the damp grass. His massive black sword slipped from his grasp, falling heavily to the side and embedding itself in the earth—a temporary sign of defeat. His shoulders heaved erratically. His once sharp eyes were now dim, clouded by extreme exhaustion and the crushing frustration of realizing he had been toyed with completely.
His fighting spirit had been entirely worn away by the endless illusions.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the suffocating silence.
"Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
The laughter was loud, piercing, and filled with mockery. It echoed between the trees, as if the entire forest was laughing at him.
Emerging slowly from the thick mist that still shrouded the area, the figure known as K appeared. She walked casually, her steps making absolutely no sound. The fog seemed to part respectfully as she passed, revealing her mysterious form clad in perfectly intact and polished armor.
Her face bore a sharp, cynical smirk, her eyes gleaming as she savored Asorver's suffering before her.
K: (Stopping a few steps in front of the dejected prince)
"There, this is what happens when you let your mind take a break while your muscles do all the work, isn't it? You look absolutely... pathetic, Prince."
Asorver tried to lift his head, but it felt too heavy. He could only tilt it slightly, glaring at her with eyes burning with hatred yet utterly powerless.
Asorver Darken: (Voice hoarse and weak)
"You... demon woman..."
K: (Smiling wider, she began to circle Asorver like a lion stalking its dying prey)
"Demon? Oh no, my dear. I am simply someone who knows how to play the game correctly. Whereas you... you are just a child throwing a tantrum because you didn't get your toy."
She stopped directly behind him, leaning in close to his ear.
K:
"Do you think your brute strength and that black sword can solve everything? Do you believe that slashing wildly can cut through the truth? How foolish..."
She stepped forward again, lightly kicking the tip of Asorver's black sword, sending it sliding away from his reach.
K:
"Look at yourself now. On your knees, breathless, defeated by an empty forest. Where is your arrogance now? Where is the 'King of Darkness' you boasted about?"
Asorver Darken: (Gritting his teeth, attempting to rise but failing and collapsing back down)
"Enough... Stop your nonsense..."
K: (Chuckling once more)
"Nonsense? This is the bitter truth, Prince. No matter how strong your muscles are, if your mind is defeated, you are nothing but a weak puppet. And today... I hold the strings."
The woman stared sharply, her cynical smile never fading.
K:
"So... what are you going to do now? Cry? Or beg me to let you go?"
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. Asorver was truly at his lowest point, beneath the finger of this mysterious woman who seemed to be playing cat and mouse with his very life.
The tense atmosphere reached its peak. K's eyes flashed with a deadly glint. Slowly, her hand moved to her right hip, drawing a short yet extremely sharp dagger that gleamed menacingly.
She stepped closer, raising the blade high, ready to plunge the steel straight into Asorver's defenseless heart.
K:
"This is the end of the game, Prince. Don't you feel at peace now? All this pain and exhaustion will soon be over..."
The dagger descended further, mere inches away from his chest. But then...
"ASORVER!! PRINCE ASORVER!! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
The shout cut clearly through the mist. It was the voice of Prince Andrew Roses—a voice he knew all too well.
K's hand froze in mid-air. She did not strike. Instead, a wide, meaningful, and teasing smile spread across her lips. She leaned her face close to Asorver's pale countenance, her gaze shifting playfully, as if flirting with a lover rather than looking at an enemy she had just defeated.
K: (Whispering softly yet sharply)
"Oh dear... it seems we have a guest. What a shame, I won't be able to finish my dinner in peace now."
She pulled the dagger back slightly, then stared intensely into Asorver's eyes.
K:
"So, is that all you've got?... I hope that black heart of yours can be split apart by the scent of Red Roses, as red as blood... WHAHAHAHHAHA!"
Her laughter erupted loudly, filled with mockery and challenge. The moment that deafening sound faded, K's body slowly dissipated like smoke, merging back into the thick fog surrounding them. In the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace.
And as the mysterious woman disappeared, the illusion of the giant forest crumbled along with her. The massive trees, the labyrinth, and the dense fog vanished instantly, returning once more to the familiar view of the palace gardens.
Near the Old Well
Prince Andrew ran swiftly, his face etched with panic. He searched in every direction, calling out Asorver's name, but was met only with silence.
Andrew Roses:
"Asorver! Answer me! Where are you?! This isn't funny!"
He continued his search until his feet led him to the farthest corner of the garden, near an old, disused well and a small shed where gardening tools were stored.
There, under the shelter of the rickety roof, he saw something.
Asorver Darken was huddled up, hugging his knees. His back was trembling, his head bowed low. Andrew rushed over and knelt before him.
When Asorver lifted his face, Andrew was shocked. What he saw was not the usual cold and arrogant expression, but a face twisted with immense frustration, eyes still lingering with fear, and an expression of utter exhaustion. Sweat poured down his face, and his breathing was still ragged.
Andrew Roses:
"Oh my God... Asorver! What happened to you?! I've been looking everywhere for you! Why are you here all alone? And why do you look so pale?"
Asorver Darken: (Gritting his teeth, his voice hoarse and filled with suppressed emotion)
"Shut up... Don't be so nosy, Andrew..."
Andrew Roses:
"But you look like you've just seen a ghost! Were you lost? Or did something attack you?"
Asorver lowered his head again, pounding his fist lightly against the ground, overwhelmed by shame and anger at having been toyed with so easily.
Asorver Darken:
"I'm... I'm fine. I'm just... tired. The air here... it's too stifling."
He refused to admit the truth. He could not bring himself to tell Andrew that he had just been completely defeated by a mysterious woman with magic and a tiny dagger. His pride was far too great to admit defeat, especially in front of the host's son.
Andrew Roses: (Looking concerned but trying to remain calm)
"Alright, if you say so. Come on, stand up. The event inside is still going on. They must be looking for both of us. Don't let them see the Prince of Darken in this state."
Asorver slowly attempted to rise with Andrew's help. His legs still felt weak, and deep within his heart, the name 'K' and her final words echoed endlessly, becoming both a wound and a new burning flame of vengeance.
The atmosphere inside the main hall returned to a lively and festive mood. Soft music played, and the guests' laughter could be heard everywhere, as if nothing had ever happened outside. Prince Andrew and Asorver re-entered through the side door. Andrew tried to act as normal as possible, while Asorver walked with stiff steps, forcing his face to remain expressionless even though a storm of emotions was still raging inside his heart.
He did not stay seated for long. As soon as he felt the attention of others had faded, Asorver excused himself, claiming he was exhausted. He left the room and headed toward the wing of the palace designated for the royal guests from Darken. His room door was shut tightly, even locked from the inside. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to vent his frustration without anyone watching.
In the Corner of the Banquet Hall
From across the room, King Cladimir's sharp eyes never left his son. Asorver had always been quiet since their arrival, but today was different. His movements were stiff, his face pale, and the way he left looked more like an escape rather than simply retiring to rest.
King Cladimir narrowed his eyes. Something had happened.
Without a word, he placed his wine glass on the table, excused himself briefly to the guest beside him, and slowly left the crowd. His steps were heavy and full of authority, yet he moved silently toward Asorver's chambers.
Tok... Tok... Tok...
The knock was soft but firm.
Inside the room, Asorver sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Hearing that knock, he knew instantly who it was. No one else but his father possessed such an overwhelming aura.
Asorver Darken:
"Enter..."
The door opened. King Cladimir stepped inside and closed it again, separating the outside world from their privacy. The room felt instantly smaller due to the presence of the dominant king.
King Cladimir: (Standing tall in the center of the room, staring intensely at his son)
"Why are you here alone? And why... do you look like a man who has just escaped death?"
Asorver lowered his head, not daring to meet his father's gaze.
Asorver Darken:
"It is nothing, Father. I just... feel dizzy from the crowd out there. The smell of perfume and wine makes my head ache."
King Cladimir: (Stepping closer, his voice low and intimidating)
"Do not lie to me, Asorver. I raised you to be a warrior, not a liar. Those eyes of yours... they hold fear. And the scent on your clothes... it is not perfume, but the smell of forest soil and wet moss."
Asorver flinched. His right hand clenched tightly on his thigh.
King Cladimir:
"You went to the back garden, didn't you? Then you vanished. What happened out there? Who did you meet? Or rather... who defeated you?"
That last question hit its mark. Asorver's face turned deep red, a mix of shame and rage.
Asorver Darken: (His voice trembling with suppressed emotion)
"I... I was toyed with, Father. A woman... a mysterious one. She used illusion magic, creating a false labyrinth. I wasted all my energy slashing at thin air... and she... she almost killed me when I was weak."
King Cladimir listened in silence. His face remained unchanged, but the aura around him grew colder and more dangerous.
King Cladimir:
"A woman... So the Prince of Darken was defeated by enemy tricks and lost his sanity?"
Asorver Darken:
"I am sorry... I was careless. My curiosity led me into the trap."
King Cladimir: (Taking a deep breath, then placing his hand firmly on his son's shoulder)
"Listen closely, Asorver. In this world, curiosity is allowed, but carelessness means death. Do you feel ashamed now? Good. Let that shame become the burning fire in your heart."
He leaned his face down, looking straight into Asorver's eyes.
King Cladimir:
"Do not let that woman's words and mockery enter your mind. Use them as fuel. Tomorrow, when the duel begins, I want you to observe every move of your enemy with a cool head. Remember this pain and humiliation today... and make sure you never feel it again."
Asorver Darken: (Lifting his face, his eyes beginning to burn with newfound resolve)
"I understand, Father. I will find her. One day, I will split her heart open with this very sword."
King Cladimir:
"That is my son. Rest now. Recover your strength. Tomorrow, we will show Roses and the entire world... that darkness never truly loses."
King Cladimir then turned and left the room, leaving Asorver alone, but this time not in despair, but consumed by a newly born vengeance.
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