Meanwhile, as John and Andrew spent their time within the mystical realm crafted by the witch, the real world outside began to unravel into chaos. Panic spread like wildfire. People were afraid desperately afraid. The sense of safety they once knew had vanished, and now, there was no place left to hide. No shelter to run to.
Most of the kings fled, escaping to the Northern Kingdom, the capital, where they hoped to find safety, where they believed they might find a way to survive. They believed in salvation. In hope. In liberation. But this time, darkness wasn't just a threat; it was coming for all of them.
The ancient barrier that once held back all mythical creatures, beasts sealed away by the enchantments of an ancient magician and a powerful witch, had finally collapsed. Broken down to dust. And now, everything that once lived beyond that wall… was free.
The dragons. The demons. The horrors of myth. They now had full access to the human world.
At this moment, all the remaining kings gathered. There was no longer a debate, no longer a choice. They had to prepare for war. They would fight to the death without knowing whether they would win or lose. And deep in their hearts, many already believed there would be no victory.
This wasn't an ordinary war. It was a bloodbath waiting to happen. They were going up against creatures that hadn't roamed the earth for a thousand years, creatures forged in chaos, beasts that no man or weapon had ever been able to destroy. Now they had returned not just to reclaim a world they once lost, but to bring its doom.
They were here for vengeance. They had come to destroy humanity for what had been done to them so long ago.
At that moment, at that gathering, the kings and queens came together in the heart of Nino, a place once sacred, now turned into a desperate council. They clung to the hope that a solution might be found. That something, anything, might stop what was coming.
But how do you fight against thousands of unknown beasts? Creatures whose powers no man could comprehend?
Some of them could destroy entire cities with a single breath. Others could summon winds strong enough to strip the earth bare. They had returned to the real world, and with them came the certainty of death.
The panic among the rulers grew. Some queens abandoned their posts and fled into fortified panic rooms, chambers built to withstand weapons and attacks. But these weren't weapons they faced. These were dragons. Not just creatures of fire but living storms. Fire-breathing monsters that could melt steel and level kingdoms with the beat of their wings.
And as this darkness approached, the one who was prophesied to save them, the boy spoken of in legends, had not yet found his strength. He had not mastered the power needed to stand against the darkness.
Still, he was the only hope the world clung to.
And so, the people fell to their knees. Not just in fear, but in prayer. They cried out to God, to the heavens, to anything that would listen: Please… rewrite this fate. Give us another chance. A new beginning. A new liberation.
This was a battle written in blood, and no one saw a path to victory.
The soldiers knew it. As they prepared for war, every one of them bowed before leaving their homes. Their voices rose in one final prayer: Oh Father, take my soul. I'm coming to you.
That was all they could offer. That was their goodbye.
And now, they were ready to march. Not because they believed they would live, but because they had no other choice.
They had to fight for their homes, their kingdoms, and their people.
They held onto a single purpose: to protect the weak. To defend the widows and the helpless.
But how does one do that… when the only way to fight is to lay down one's life?
That was their fate now. To face the beasts. To stand before the storm.To offer their very lives in the hope that someone, somehow, might survive what was to come.