The vast, endless abyssal sea—black, restless, and in many places frozen by the touch of the northern eternal cold. The color of the water was dark. Its depth was dense; thousands of sea monsters lived within. Occasionally, their skeletons floated to the surface. Through the thick, ghostly mist, a massive pirate ship tore through. Its body shrouded in obsidian shadow-metal, and its tattered sails still carried the cursed air of Shadow Earth forward.
Standing on it were Loryx and Drexer—two black shadow-figures before a horizon swallowed by storm. The poisonous cold air of Shadow Earth brushed against their bodies. Their elite shadow warriors moved silently across the ship, observing everything and preparing—blood-soaked shadow-blades in hand from previous battles.
Here, the cold was merciless. It wasn't just the weather—it was as if it were alive, gnawing flesh, cracking bones, tearing even the soul apart.
Suddenly, the ship stopped at a snow-covered shore in the heavy sea. Drexer, gripping his massive chain-cleaver tightly, stepped onto the icy shore. He looked at Loryx and said—
Drexer: "So, this is the Ice Land where Eryth rules?"
Through the mist, Loryx's eyes emitted a faint glow.
Loryx: "Yes. In the middle lies Eryth's ice-covered fortress—the ruler of this frozen kingdom. Alongside him live five loyal shadow entities: Ildar, Varik, Caphen, Daryth, and Falric."
Drexer roared, clenching his cleaver even tighter.
Drexer: "Then let's go. I don't like this place anyway."
Loryx nodded.
Loryx: "Alright. No more delays."
Saying this, they began to move. Following them were their faithful Shadow Entities—Kaylen, Elaric, Belmor, Vornik, Dravos, Korvath, Havrik, Sylrek, Tavrel, Morys.
As they advanced, the ice-cold wind cut through their throats like razors. The deeper they went, the more they realized—if they did not defeat Eryth before nightfall, the cruel cold of this frozen kingdom could be deadly. So they moved faster, with shadows drifting behind them like storm clouds.
Caution
Far away, Varik sat in an empty spot fishing and muttering to himself.
Varik: "Ugh! How many times have I said not to send me fishing in the morning, I catch a cold. But who listens? Even after all these years here, I never got used to this environment. This is nonsense! And, I am Eryth's Shadow warrior. I should be ruling parts of Shadow Earth. Yet here I am, fishing. Damn it, Eryth doesn't even leave this place to conquer the world, and we are expected to do it. If power is so high, why is the mind still empty? Ugh! Not a single fish is biting. Come on—why so much attitude? Hey, rise—"
At that moment, he heard something approaching. He hid behind the ice. He saw—Drexer and Loryx had entered their Iceland with their team. He thought to himself—
Varik (to himself): "What are they doing here? Does this mean a battle?"
He jumped in joy.
Varik (to himself): "Today's game is on!"
He tried to sneak forward—but slipped on the ice.
Varik: "Ah! Why is my luck so bad!"
He realized—Loryx and Drexer's team had stopped, and they might come toward him. So he used his Shadow Snow Hide to vanish beneath the ice.
A little later, Drexer and Loryx arrived—where Varik had fallen, Drexer stood over him.
Varik (to himself): "So heavy!"
Loryx: "I see no one here."
Drexer: "Then where did that sound come from? And why does the ice feel so soft beneath my feet?"
Loryx: "Seems we misheard. Let's not waste time standing here."
They continued. Soon after, Varik emerged from the ice.
Varik (shivering): "Ugh! Ugh! My body feels worse!"
Without delay, he leapt onto a mystical ice slab, blending with the ice at supernatural speed. The Icelandic shadows returned him to his master.
Storm Assembly
When Loryx and Drexer reached the frozen heart of Iceland—a blizzard parted slightly to reveal a massive shadowed figure. Around him swirled the flow of cold shadow power.
The northern ruler—Eryth—stood in the center of a massive circle of frostfire-destroyed ruins. His five warriors—Ildar, Varik, Caphen, Daryth, Falric—stood surrounding him. Their weapons—Steel Batons, Swords, Silver Spear, Heavy Hammer, Sentinel Kusarigama—blazed with supernatural frost light, casting long shadows on the ice as if striking the last walls.
Eryth (voice crashing over the ice lands): "Oh… so it's true—you've come to fight me. Fools, where are you from!"
Loryx's shadow-aura expanded; he lifted his naginata—a long, black steel pole, sharper than a sword.
Loryx: "So you know, good."
A bitter smile appeared on Eryth's lips.
Eryth: "Then prepare… for despair. This is what you deserve."
Drexer slammed his chain-cleaver into the ice—Smash! Smash! The ice cracked. The chain's end spun in the wind—hummmm—an omen of disaster.
Drexer (spinning the chain, filling the cleaver): "Battle will decide… who deserves what."
Clash: Bodyguards Battle
The battle began as if the sky had shattered and a storm descended.
First wave:
Ildar spun his steel batons and leapt at Kaylen. Kaylen blocked with his left tonfa and struck Ildar's waist with the right—Crack! Bone-breaking sound. But Ildar jumped aside, merged with the ice, and struck Kaylen's neck from behind—a sharp blow. Kaylen fell to the ground, into the ice below!
Meanwhile, Varik trapped Havrik and Sylrek with his two heavy blades. Havrik's massive sword cleaved the air—Swoosh! Varik leapt, slicing Havrik's wrist—blood spilled. But Sylrek quickly created a frost-illusion on the ice—Varik looked back; no one was there—then Sylrek struck his shoulder—hit! Yet Varik had already reached behind him.
Falric spun his Sentinel Kusarigama and launched a whip-strike at Tavrel. Tavrel blocked with his glove, but before reaching him, the kusarigama returned—Fush! Morys blocked the chain with his trident, spun, charging energy—Thud! The chain didn't break, but Falric staggered. Then Dravos blended into the shadows—threw two Crescent Knives at Caphen. Caphen spun his Silver Spear, emitting fire-like light—Clang! But Dravos appeared beside him, slicing his left hand—Caphen screamed, the spear fell.
Elaric rose into the air—his Throwing Knives—Thud! Thud! Thud!—before Daryth could swing his heavy hammer, knives pierced his face, chest, and waist. Daryth rolled, but Belmor crushed his head with a baton—Thud! Ice cracked, dust rose. Daryth passed out.
Vornik and Falric—both with Kusarigama. Chains spread in the air like veins. Vornik struck first—Falric bound him with an ice-chain—but Vornik self-entangled, freed, and leapt at Falric—close combat—punches, nose strikes, waist kicks. Vornik finally hit Falric's head with Kusari-ball—Thud! Falric fell back, then ice-teleported to an ice peak—eyes filled with rage, body bleeding.
Meanwhile—
Korvath, wielding his massive Dadao, pressured Ildar, Varik, Caphen. He struck a whirlwind slash, pushing all three back—the ice cracked with a loud roar. Then he executed a ground-pulse—a shockwave in the ice—Caphen lost balance, Ildar fell. Korvath charged—swinging Dadao at Ildar's head—but Falric's kusarigama struck his wrist—Korvath screamed, threw the chain, rose—blood on his chest, fire in his eyes.
Ice and blood mixed, staining the ground red. The blizzard was no longer air—it became a shriek. Eryth was starting to feel irritated. Drexer and Loryx conserved their strength for Eryth. But the disruption caused Eryth to split Iceland in two—bodyguards on one side, Eryth, Loryx, and Drexer on the other. The sea trembled—as if a Leviathan had awakened below.
Eryth vs Loryx & Drexer
The battle fire ignited. Now the conflict—one against two warlords.
Eryth raised his hand. Ice roared—a Freezing Blast rushed at Loryx. Loryx leapt, spinning his Naginata—creating a Shadow Cyclone. Both powers clashed—Boom! An ice-shadow explosion lit the Icelandic skies with blue-black light. From the mountaintop, a massive glacier broke and tumbled into the sea—Abysmal waves surged, echoes of Sea Titans rising from the depths.
Drexer—second strike: He spun his chain-cleaver—the chain glowed green in shadow. "Chainbreaker Storm!" The cleaver surged at Eryth—one, two, three—three consecutive shredding strikes. But Eryth not only teleported—he froze the air itself—the cleaver stalled in the air, encased in ice. Drexer pulled—Crack! Ice shattered, but Eryth unfurled his fan—a Frost Gale—Drexer flew into a wall! Rocks cracked, dust rose. Yet Drexer stood—eyes burning.
Loryx—third phase: He began high-speed aerial assault with Naginata, each strike infused with shadow electricity. Eryth did not block once—only spread his healing aura, spinning ice-shields. But Loryx executed a critical lunge—cutting Eryth's left hand—Hit! Eryth screamed—but his injured hand was immediately covered in new ice—healed!
Drexer returned—his cleaver glowing with black ember. He slammed the ground—"Earthquake Strike!" Not ice—the land itself cracked. Shadow-lava erupted from the fissures—Eryth leapt—but Loryx simultaneously spun his Naginata—"Aerial Shadow Lance!"—pierced his stomach.
Eryth could not breathe. But then—
Eryth (smiling, shoulders high): "Oh… your strength? I'm not even warm yet!"
He pierced the Naginata into his body—self-freeze. The naginata froze in ice. Loryx pulled—but Eryth released an ice-clone, the real self behind Drexer! With his fan, he struck—Frost Whip—Drexer's back—armor cracked, blood flowed.
But Drexer laughed—cruel, calm laughter.
Drexer: "…does your healing save even clones?"
Then Loryx formed several Toxic Shadow Spheres with shadow power. "Eclipse Venom!" They shot toward Eryth, who was fighting Drexer, unaware. Boom! Boom! Boom! Thorns burst from the spheres, hundreds of venomous spikes piercing—Eryth screamed—teleport failed! His body trembled, ice melted, blue blood spilled.
Loryx: "Now… the game ends."
Drexer—final strike: He spun his chain-cleaver—this time, not chain, air itself spun—creating a vortex.
Drexer (last words): "Enough!"
"Shadow Tempest Cleaver!" He charged—the vortex smashed toward Eryth—not a cleaver, but like a pillar of sky collapsing. Loryx simultaneously struck Eryth's shoulder with Naginata—piercing strike into the bone.
Simultaneously—Drexer's cleaver touched the ground—"Earthquake Finality!" Crackkkk!!! Ice split a canyon—Eryth fell, cleaver through him—left arm torn. Loryx executed an aerial spin, striking Eryth's chest—piercing the body into two halves! Shadow Blood spilled—blue-glowing, like planetary marrow.
Drexer exhaled—silence. But—
Eryth's two halves moved. Shadow mist rose—healing glow—ice reformed—resurrection! Eryth stood—new body, not a clone, real self—but eyes red with rage.
Drexer: "How?!"
Eryth (slow, weary, cruel): "Ah… that was truly painful. Why even tell you? You won't patch me up."
He teleported behind Loryx—fan strike—Frost Lash—Loryx kneeled. Then at Drexer—Ice Shuriken Burst—he blocked with cleaver, but legs froze.
Eryth (gathering air): "You've truly tested me… but you must lose."
Then Drexer and Loryx realized— He cannot be defeated alone. Together is the key.
Loryx (roaring): "Drexer—Dual Shadow Overdrive!"
Drexer (eyes blazing): "Activate—I'll hold him!"
Eryth unleashed Frost Nova—Loryx teleported onto Drexer's shoulder! Drexer spun cleaver—Loryx joined Naginata with the chain— Two weapons merged—spinning energy cluster—Shadow Tempest Lance!
Loryx & Drexer (together): "FINALITY—SHADOW ECLIPSE STRIKE!"
They leapt— All ice Eryth created melted. All teleport trails caught. All healing strikes countered by anti-regen venom.
First strike: Drexer's cleaver cut Eryth's left shoulder. Second strike: Loryx's Naginata pierced right wrist—bone broken. Third strike (simultaneous): Drexer smashed the ground—Eryth leapt—Loryx pounced—Naginata in stomach, Drexer's cleaver in waist— "CRUSH—AND—PIERCE!"
Eryth screamed—the sound silenced the storm. His body collapsed—but this time no healing. His core shattered—inner ice-heart fell—glowing blue.
He knelt—head down. Eyes raised, whispered—
Eryth (whisper): "You… are the first to touch my core…"
Then ice enveloped him—an eternal ice-sarcophagus—time itself imprisoning him.
Interlude / Pause
As the storm reached its peak, exactly then— Three new shadows advanced.
They appeared through the blizzard—three warriors clad in armor darker than darkness itself. At their entrance, the ice parted on its own will—as if Nature itself bows. The explosion of their power made the ice tremble, the sea go silent, the clouds in the sky tear apart—a single beam of sunlight fell only upon them.
Jorath. Korval. Tarvak. Elite Shadow Entities—direct servants of the Warlord Veiros.
Eryth looked on in astonishment—cracks appeared in his frozen fists.
Eryth: "You… you are not warriors of Veiros!"
Korval stepped forward—his voice calm, yet so heavy that it seemed to melt ice.
Korval: "Exactly. We are servants of the Warlord of War."
Jorath's voice was as hard as steel—in his words, there was no sound, only command.
Jorath: "Sir, you have been summoned. Kindly come with us."
Drexer narrowed his eyes—his cleaver still dripping shadow, yet there was no hostility in the air—only inevitability.
Drexer (softly): "They don't intend to harm us, right?"
Tarvak's reply was like stone—yet full of depth.
Tarvak: "We have not been told the purpose. Only this—we must take you with us. I can give you this assurance—you will suffer no harm. …but what will happen, will change the fate of all of Shadow Earth."
Loryx's aura flickered with suspicion—but he felt: The storm bows its head before these three warriors. There is no room for doubt—their battle has now been interrupted by something greater.
Exhausted, bloodied, yet unwavering— Eryth lowered his weapon. Loryx and Drexer did the same. Their warriors—Kaylen, Korvath, Ildar, Falric—all silently stood, blood-stained but eyes filled with anticipation.
They stepped forward— The blizzard closed behind them, as if nature exhaled. And ahead, an unknown path opened— The path leading them to—
Veiros. The Warlord. The one who knows—wars do not simply end… they are only counted as the first strike of a new era.