dark blood leaked from his lips, staining his silver beard. One of his Royal
Guards leaned in, panic in his eyes.
"Your Majesty... you must rest. The poison..."
But Caesar shoved him away. He locked his gaze on Jamih
and Kaser, his eyes burning with a feverish fury.
"Have you lost your minds?" Caesar’s voice
cracked, raw with anger. "Your actions could spark a war with Leona that
will burn everything! Do you wish to live long enough to see peace? We must
unite, grow stronger—there are forces in the dark seeking to unravel everything
I have built!"
He staggered, coughing violently, flecks of blood
hitting the sand.
"And you... you gamble with diplomatic missions for
a pouch of coin!"
He pointed a shaking finger at them.
"I allowed you to live in the Korta Tunnels—ground
that was once forbidden. I ordered my Mages to cleanse them of lingering wild
magic so you rats could survive. You were beggars. And is how you repay me?"
Jamih lowered his gaze, his jaw tight. He had no
defense.
But Kaser fell to his knees. Tears cut clean tracks
through the blood and grime on his face.
"Your Majesty... please..."
Jamih opened his eyes, stepping forward. "No...
Your—"
Kaser interrupted him, his voice trembling but
desperate.
"Please, Your Majesty... We didn't do this. We
were framed."
Kaser looked up, his soul bared.
"My son lives behind your walls, under your
protection. He learns, he eats, and he drinks from your bounty. I am a killer,
yes. But I am a father first. I beg you..."
He reached into his tunic and held out the
diamond-studded pendant. It swung in the desert wind, catching the crimson
light of the comet.
Caesar raised a brow. Slowly, he lowered his sword.
"Bring it."
A guard retrieved the pendant, inspected it for traps,
and handed it to the King.
Caesar opened the locket.
Inside, the magical clock ticked softly, illuminating a
charcoal sketch of a smiling infant.
The King’s expression softened, the rage draining away
for a fleeting second.
"What is his name?"
Kaser’s tears fell onto the scorching sand.
"Fouad... His name is Fouad."
Caesar snapped the locket shut. He didn't hand it back
to the guard; he tossed it through the air.
Jamih caught it, his reflexes sharp even in shock.
Then Caesar turned his gaze to Felix. The softness
vanished, replaced by the cold judgment of a monarch.
"You..." Caesar rasped. "You tried to
worm your way into the Royal Court for years. I banned you. I cast you out. And
I still despise you."
He took a step forward.
"I smell betrayal, Felix. And it smells like
you."
Felix smiled, but it was a cold, jagged thing.
"You made our lives hell, old man," Felix
spat, dropping the diplomatic facade. "And now... I will end yours."
Suddenly, a blade pierced flesh.
Delyn gasped, his eyes going wide. A traitorous guard
behind him had thrust a sword through his shoulder.
Delyn collapsed into the sand.
"DELYN!"
Jamih lunged, a roar tearing from his throat. He
cleaved the attacker in two with a brutal, horizontal strike, but the damage
was done.
Felix stepped back, raising his hands. A dark,
suffocating aura swirled around him.
"Black
Stars!
A blast of shadow magic, laced with grey fire, surged
toward the weakened King.
Simultaneously, portals tore open across the dunes.
Figures in black robes emerged, wielding thin, needle-like blades, clashing
instantly with Aurik’s Royal Guards.
Caesar raised his sword, ready to counter, but he was
too slow.
Kaser didn't hesitate.
"NO!"
He leapt forward, placing himself between the King and
the darkness. He slammed his dual blades into the ground.
"Alchemy:
Tectonic Surge!"
A chemical reaction erupted in the earth. The sand
roared to life, rising up like a massive, granular wave. A summoned Sandworm,
formed of alchemical binding and earth, swallowed Felix’s attack in a violent
explosion of dust and magic.
Caesar, blood dripping from his chin, shouted over the
roar.
"Stand down, boy! I can kill him!"
Kaser roared back, holding the magical barrier.
"Never! My son depends on you—on your life! If you
fall, Fouad loses everything!"
Kaser looked back, his eyes fierce.
"I don't want him to become me, Caesar! I want him
to become ! Or someone who
commands armies to protect the innocent! Live so he can live!"
Caesar’s eyes widened. He felt the weight of the
assassin's loyalty.
The ground trembled.
Caesar raised his blade. It ignited with a blinding
crimson aura—the color of Aurik’s bloodline.
"Then witness how a King protects his
people!"
He swung.
A crescent wave of pure, condensed fire tore through
the air, parting the sandstorm.
Felix raised his left hand, panic in his eyes.
"Stellar
Rift!
But Caesar’s strike shattered the defense like glass,
hurling Felix across the battlefield.
Caesar advanced, Kaser moving to his side as a shield.
The Royal Guards fought fiercely against the Black Order, a chaotic dance of
steel and sorcery.
Then—flames erupted on the ridge.
Mages in red robes, bearing the Golden Crest of Aurik,
stepped into the fray.
Jamih, cradling Delyn in the sand, gasped.
"The Mage Guild... They’ve arrived?"
Delyn coughed, blood bubbling past his lips.
"Caesar..." Delyn wheezed. "He knew...
something was wrong. He prepared... for this..."
Jamih watched as the Mages and Guards coordinated
seamlessly—countering spells, deflecting curses, holding the line against the
Black Order.
"Incredible..." Jamih whispered. "They
are repelling the invaders with precision."
He looked down.
Delyn was fading. His skin was grey, his breathing
shallow.
"No—hold on, brother. I’ll stop the
bleeding."
Jamih tore cloth from his tunic, frantically mixing
crushed herbs with the tough hide of a slain beast to bind the wound.
"This is temporary. We need a healer. We need
magic."
Delyn’s eyes rolled back. He lost consciousness.
Jamih looked around wildly.
"MAGE! PLEASE!"
A Sorceress in red robes turned, her face calm amidst
the chaos. She looked at Jamih, then at the dying man.
"You are an assassin," she stated coldly.
"What are you doing here?"
Jamih fell to his knees, his pride forgotten.
"We were hunting beasts. We were dragged into
this. Please... save him."
She raised a hand, fire dancing on her fingertips.
"You deal in coin, Assassin. How much is your
friend’s life worth to you?"
Jamih’s tears fell for the first time in years. He
looked at Delyn, his brother, dying in the dirt.
"Take what you want."
He threw his heavy coin pouch at her feet.
She examined it with a flick of her hand. "Is that
all?"
Jamih froze. He looked at his sword.
The blade he had spent a fortune on. Forged in Leona.
Enchanted by her very Guild. His pride. His identity.
He didn't hesitate. He unbuckled the belt and held the
weapon out to her with shaking hands.
"Take this. It is a masterpiece. It means
everything to me."
He bowed his head, pressing his forehead to the sand.
"Just save him."
The Sorceress looked at the sword, then at the man.
She stepped forward and traced a circle around Delyn in the air.
"Arcane
Displacement."
A red aura enveloped Delyn’s body. He shimmered—then
vanished, teleported to safety behind the lines.
Jamih whispered to the empty sand.
"Goodbye... Please... Live."
He stood up. He was weaponless. He was broke. But his eyes were burning.
He turned and ran into the heart of the battlefield, searching
for Kaser.
Felix stumbled backward, wounded by King Caesar's strike. Kaser flanked the king, his poisoned blade dripping with venom.
All around them, Aurik's royal guards and the Mage Guild clashed with the Black Order in a brutal, chaotic war.
Caesar advanced, his sword ablaze, a crimson aura pulsing around him. Felix collapsed, trembling.
"Damn you... vanish into dust, you cursed old man!"
Kaser stepped forward, his blade "Rock" trailing toxic mist.
Suddenly, the sky tore open.
From the void emerged three figures: Dias, Reiz, and Azalor.
Within moments, they slaughtered the royal guards and obliterated half the Mage Guild.
Dias hurled black spheres that devoured everything in their path.
"Boring... this is the kingdom we feared?"
Reiz laughed as he decapitated soldiers.
"Look at them fall—one after another!"
Azalor unleashed shadow lightning, detonating bodies.
"They're nothing like they once were.
They try... but it's pathetic."
The Mage Guild faltered, some killed, others retreating.
Azalor gestured toward Felix.
"Dias, Reiz—go. Felix may need you.
I'll handle the rest."
They vanished like black wind.
Azalor walked slowly toward the remaining mages.
"So this is what's left of the war's old guard?
I expected more.
But if this is all you have...
We'll end this quickly."
A dark aura erupted from his body, slaughtering the remaining guards and mages.
From a distant dune, Jamih watched in horror.
"More of them? Who are these monsters?"
He sprinted toward Caesar and Kaser.
"Kaser! We have to run!
These aren't ordinary enemies!"
But Caesar and Kaser stood firm.
Jamih saw Dias and Reiz now flanking Felix—facing Caesar and Kaser.
"Damn it... I have nothing but dust bombs!
What do I do?"
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Azalor grabbed a mage by the throat.
"Pathetic.
Let me taste your magic.
Let me see what you're hiding."
A massive fireball shot toward him—he barely dodged.
"Who dares?"
From the smoke emerged a woman in a crimson cloak, emerald eyes, and raven-black hair.
"I am Laika, Grandmaster of Aurik's Mage Guild,
Head of the Royal Council.
I will show you what true power looks like."
Laika unleashed a searing crimson aura, her hands erupting with volcanic flame. She pointed at Azalor and fired a molten blast.
Azalor's eyes widened.
"So... someone still carries Aurik's true magic."
He conjured a smoky black circle to absorb the blast.
Laika raised her other hand—another wave of volcanic fury.
Azalor staggered.
"Damn... this woman...
She's no ordinary mage!"
An explosion rocked the battlefield—lava and stone scattered across the valley.
Azalor barely escaped, teleporting away.
Above him, Laika descended, hurling rapid-fire magma spheres.
Azalor deflected some with a violet-black shield, countering with shadow bolts.
Laika blocked and retaliated—faster, fiercer.
Their duel ignited the sky.
---
On the other front, Caesar watched the explosion.
"So even I...
It seems our plan has failed."
Dias clapped.
"Well done, Your Majesty.
You tried to trap us.
You underestimated us."
Reiz turned to Dias.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you notice Leona's delegation?
No king. No high commander.
It was bait—to make us reveal ourselves."
Reiz nodded.
"Ah... so that was the plan.
We had our own.
We got what we came for—though not the Leona monarch."
Dias looked toward the explosion.
"Someone's still fighting.
Azalor's aura is flaring.
He's struggling."
Reiz agreed.
Caesar gripped his sword, blood pouring from his mouth.
"So... you're the ones we've waited for.
You're the plague on Silva.
The cause of this desert.
The famine.
The suffering."
Dias laughed.
"Of course, Your Majesty.
It's an honor to be recognized."
Caesar turned to Kaser.
"Don't you have someone to raise?"
Kaser's voice trembled.
"What do you mean?"
"Go to him."
"No—"
"It's an order.
Go."
Kaser hesitated.
"I can fight—"
Caesar's eyes burned
"Go."
Jamih grabbed Kaser.
"We have to go!
He told you to leave!"
Kaser froze, eyes wide.
"But... Caesar...
What will they do to him?"
"He gave you a command!
Move!"
Jamih dragged him away.
---
Caesar faced Dias, Reiz, and Felix.
"You won't win.
Even if you kill me.
Silva remembers your stench.
Aurik remembers.
The histories written by our ancestors remember.
You will fail.
There are still nations that resist."
Dias laughed.
"Done with your speech, old man?
No applause here."
He summoned a violet-black aura.
Reiz's blade ignited with gray fire.
Felix stood, surrounded by foul winds.
"So, Your Majesty...
How shall we end you?"
Caesar knelt, placing his sword on the ground.
"Silva... guide me"
His body ignited.
His sword blazed.
A terrifying crimson aura exploded around him.
Felix's head burst instantly.
Reiz staggered.
"Dias retreat!
Felix is dead!
I can't feel his magic!" Reiz shout in fear
Dias leapt back.
"Damn that old man!
His aura is suppressing ours!"
Reiz trembled.
"He's crushing us...
Just by being here."
Caesar stood again, sword in hand.
His voice thundered—not just to the battlefield, but to Silva itself.
Jamih turned, feeling warmth radiate from Caesar.
"He's fighting...
He's still fighting."
Kaser broke free and sprinted toward Caesar.
"You idiot!
Where are you going?"
Jamih chased him.
Kaser was the fastest assassin known.
Caesar roared.
"In the name of Aurik!
In the name of the people who stood against you in the last war!
We stand again!
I will erase you from existence!"
His aura exploded.
His sword blazed.
"Glory to Aurik!"
He unleashed a wave of fire that lit the Valley of Wonders—terrifying the wicked, comforting the righteous.
The inferno surged toward Reiz and Dias.
Reiz screamed.
"Dias—get us out!"
"I can't!
I can't move!"
The blast struck.
They were hurled away, bodies scorched.
Reiz collapsed, still burning.
Dias bled, his body charred.
"Damn you... old man..."
Caesar staggered, blood pouring from his mouth.
He dropped his sword.
"Laika!"
Laika heard his cry mid-battle.
She reached out, tears in her eyes.
A flame burst from her finger.
Caesar's sword vanished.
He walked toward Dias, aura still burning.
"Look at you...
Pathetic invaders..."
Dias trembled.
Caesar's aura faded.
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His face changed.
He walked past Dias—lost, confused.
"He's broken," Dias whispered.
"We did it.
You think you hid the sword?
We'll find it, old fool."
Dias raised a finger—fired a black-violet beam.
Kaser leapt behind Caesar, taking the hit.
His stomach exploded.
He collapsed.
"Damn you... scum..."
Jamih threw dust bombs, dragged Kaser away.
He saw Caesar wandering—lost.
"You fool...
What have you done?"
Tears fell on Kaser's face.
Kaser opened his eyes, blood pouring.
"Jamih...
I'm sorry...
I promised...
I wouldn't let him die...
But I failed...
I'm weak..."
Jamih sobbed.
"What are you saying?
You're strong.
We weren't strong enough.
I should've—"
Kaser smiled.
"You're crying...
First time I've seen it..."
"Is Delyn okay?"
Jamih nodded.
"Good...
Finish what we started...
I was hoping to drink last time together
Beating those creatures once more
I promised you to see the land behind the seas, yet I failed
I'm sorry..."
Blood poured from his mouth.
"Shut up, idiot!"
---
The Last Promise — Kaser's Final Breath
Kaser's voice trembled, his body broken, blood soaking the golden sands.
"You have my pendant...
Please... protect it.
Protect my son.
His mother is ill...
I could lose her at any moment.
Fouad is all I have left in this world..."
Tears streamed down his face.
"Please, Jamih...
Let him become whoever he wishes.
Let him live freely...
Let him grow into someone great—
Not by power, but by heart.
King Caesar and I...
We gave everything...
For the next generation..."
His voice faded.
His hands fell limp.
His final breath escaped.
Jamih collapsed beside him, sobbing uncontrollably.
From the battlefield, he saw the distant mage—Laika—begin to falter.
The tide was turning.
Jamih lifted Kaser's lifeless body into his arms.
He ranm
Through fire and ash.
Through screams and silence.
And his voice rang out across the valley:
"I swear it!
I swear it!
I swear it!"
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The Crimson Oath - Jamih's Rise, Laika's Fall
Laika fought with unrelenting fury, her volcanic magic scorching the battlefield. Azalor watched the inferno racing toward Dias and Reiz.
"Damn it..."
He raised his hands to the sky.
"You'll regret your insolence, you worthless insect!"
A violet glow surged from his palms. A black aura enveloped his body, swirling with the cries of tormented souls.
Then—he unleashed a devastating beam of violet energy.
It struck Laika directly.
She collapsed.
Azalor approached slowly, his laughter echoing through the valley.
"Well, well, well..."
He grabbed her by the throat. His eyes glowed with violet fire.
Then he hurled her aside like ash.
"I've taken what I need.
Your spells were... inventive."
He turned to her fallen form.
"So you escaped.
No matter.
You'll die with this pathetic world."
Azalor vanished.
He reappeared beside Dias and Reiz, extending his hand.
The three dissolved into shadow.
"Poor Caesar...
Who would've guessed a single parasite in your food could bring you to your knees?
Simplicity, with a touch of creativity...
That's how plans succeed."
His voice faded.
But his gaze lingered on Jamih.
---
Jamih stood alone, cradling Kaser's lifeless body.
He looked out over the battlefield.
Above him, a crimson comet streaked across the sky—then vanished.
Jamih blinked.
"It was a sign...
One I didn't understand...
Until it was too late."
He carried Kaser's body across the desert.
After a long, silent march, he reached the assassins' stronghold.
He buried Kaser behind the fortress.
The assassins gathered—shocked, silent, afraid.
Some fled.
Some wept.
Some demanded answers.
Jamih stood before them, his voice thunderous.
"This is what happens when you're unprepared.
When you're weak.
You lose your comrades—
And you watch them die, helpless."
He clenched his fists.
"From this day until my last breath—
Morning drills.
Beast hunts.
Raids.
Stealth missions.
They will be daily rituals."
"If you can't keep up—leave.
Or you will die.
That is the truth of our path."
He stepped forward.
"I am Jamih.
Commander of the assassins.
Your leader.
From this moment on—
We rise."