"Xerxez!" The man voice echoed through the very confines of his mind, a daily herald that, depending on his waking mood, either grated with the persistence of an unwelcome clang or charmed with the familiarity of a mischievous chime. But no sooner did his eyes snap open to the light of day than the ethereal voice abruptly vanished, leaving him to ponder its purpose alone.
'Hmm, he wake me up again, like an alarm clock. Well... after I defeat King Hedromus, I start wondering....hmm....how the dagger, weakening the Ursa ability of king Hedromus? Is it because of electric shock, electrifying king Hedromus or something more with an unexplainable mystery?'
'Did Mr Martheuw Cereun was responsible for the beasts Ursa weakening? Mm, I have an assumption, it might be the dagger have something...related to the Orion's weapons? Hmm.. Dagger of Orion was still a big question lingering on my head.'
Everyday, king Xerxez, stood on the palace's protruding floor, gazing at the distant districts, his heart swelling with pride. He comfortably contemplated the gradual progress of the kingdom; even after the relentless wars of the past, Thallerion still managed to rise, like a phoenix reborn from ashes.
'Hmm, finally....our land was now at peace...But does not mean, we are forever secure from the invaders. Thallerion people back then, afraid to meddle with other countries, but now, look at us, after I defeated king Hedromus, other countries offer a new alliance...a stepping-stone for a new era in Thallerion, a time, where everyone will no longer be afraid, from the wrath of injustices.
"Your majesty, the land of Peronica, Thartherus, Vhorlandrus, and even Latheruz, wanted to be part of the alliance in Thallerion." Said by his personal reporter, named Aghero.
"That's great!" He said with a relief tone.
His eyes lovingly traced the cemented paths of the palace, a testament to enduring craftsmanship. The straight path stretched endlessly, a river of humanity flowing calmly through the Bellatrix Plaza, towards the Betelgeuse District.
'Finally, the Moonatorian beasts were now at peace...they were no longer bullying, nor trampled the weakest country under them. All nations, with no protector, offered thanks, at Thallerion. And now... many of them, wanted to be part of the alliance ....hmmm... That's Good!'
Not far away, people could behold the towering Thallerion Palace, a majestic sentinel piercing the very sky.
'The people in Thallerion, learned to accept the visitors, offered them a good, hospitalization and mutual respects.
'Well...I believed...Being a gifted, or a Constellar-user...does not mean...you have to bully others or boast yourself because of the ability you have possesseds.'
'It all means... being a gifted... Is a responsibility to keep human alive.To survive humanity...from the scheme of death entity.'
'Speaking of Death-entity... What is it actually? Mortality? Death ? is that a power of that entity? Or... the inevitable destiny of life? An entity of fate, for all being?'
'If the true enemy is not the Constellar entity itself, then...why would the Constellar-user's chosen nation...took advantages, to gain power, to gain authority. Some of them, lived with their own greediness... destroying other lives, oppressed weakling-bloods!'
"Your majesty, your mighty guards are now waiting at the palace door, for your personal tour at the districts."
Aghero stood, inside the palace gate, waiting for the king, who seated on the throne, elegantly.
"Hmm, tell the visitors...The king of Thallerion were opt out for the visitors today. I cannot entertain them for awhile." As he stood firmly.
"Aye, your majesty."
The metallic-studded gate, a masterpiece of defense, shone like burnished silver whenever the sun's golden rays embraced it. The thick wooden gate, bore deeply carved symbols of valiant warriors. Its thickness was legendary, such that even Hedromus's weapon, renowned for cleaving trees, could not penetrate Thallerion's formidable gate. Because of its extreme durability, many hailed it—the Shield of Orion.'
'Every week, I have so many visitors arrived in Thallerion, to ask an advice...Well, Mr. Martheuw Cereun, helped me solve their problems. I'm glad, I can help so many people, resolve their problems...but that is not, without my guardian.'
'Well...I myself can resolve the problems too, but it is better if we have a reliable helper. Not all the time, human are perfect... sometimes...our opinions, understandings... We thought were definitely helping others...but in truth ..we were only helping them to reload their burden, bitterly. So, we have to seek knowledge... who is far more than us...who is more knowledgeable and full of wisdom.'
Day and night, vigilant guards stood on both sides of the gate, their stances imbued with the dignity of Thallerion. Two colossal statues, gripping their swords and facing eastward, stood firm, eternally witnessing Thallerion's relentless progress.
Whenever envoys and dignitaries visited Xerxez, their journey was a pilgrimage through Thallerion's storied history, from its genesis to the legendary tales of warriors, who roared the name Thallerion across battlefields. Pictures adorned the walls, introducing the brave lineage of Xerxez's ancestors to awe-struck visitors from other nations. The former leaders, who had meticulously raised walls for an unyielding foundation, and the former kings and queens, whose triumphs were etched in their glittered smiles, never to be erased. In other parts, the hallowed walls proudly boasted the very weapons of deceased kings and celebrated Thallerion warriors, each a silent witness to countless victories.
The polished marble hall of the palace and the king's vast throne room resonated with the gentle, ethereal music sung by strings, weaving a tapestry of sound as guests absorbed Xerxez's profound teachings. The palace roof cradled a prestigious chandelier, a celestial masterpiece crafted from granular crystals, resembling a cascade of flawless diamonds. King Xerxez's throne, a symbol of his unwavering authority, featured a warrior statue clutching a weapon, jewels gleaming from the sword's hilt. And at its base, soft, lion's-mane-like brown fur, though showing decades of use, seemed to preserve the fresh imprints of former kings who had trod upon it.
'Ha-haaa-ha, during seven years, the throne's chair was suffered severely, from the obesity of king Hedromus... now...the King's chair was renewed.'
Xerxez wore a magnificent blue royal garment, woven from the smoothest silk, its fabric shimmering with regal power. His towering cloak, a symbol of his undeniable heroism, billowed behind him, a testament to his indomitable spirit. Xerxez's sash, a vivid display of his hard-won victories in countless wars, was adorned with precious jewels, each one a memory of battles overcome. Only worthy heroic kings who had successfully defeated their enemies could inherit this sacred garment. But Xerxez's eyes drooped, a subtle shadow clouding their depths, for his own father had not worn it when he reigned in Thallerion.
Sigh!
' I can't change the past...my parents died, sacrificing their lives, against the king of Moonatoria, but I'm still honoring them, as a true hero, a good parent...and good leaders in Thallerion history.'
As the palace door swung open, Xerxez was met by his guardian soldiers, clad in splendid attire, their garments adorned with intricate gold embroidery. A genuine smile, etched on Xerxez's face as he beheld his magnificent white horse, standing poised and waiting, ready for their journey, through the entire district.
Neigh!!! A tame, greeting whinny, full of affection, emanated from his noble steed.
'Hmmm...He know, who is his master. That horse was a gift from Dreamithreo, the land of Pegasus. But, I don't know if he can fly...he has no wings. Maybe, he is just a normal horse.'
Nevertheless, in the Betelgeuse District, the palace stood as the central government, a majestic edifice symbolizing the very heart and unwavering leadership of the kings.
'As I pass at the door, I saw some councils standing in the door, with long robes, honoring my exit for the tour.'
"Good morning, your majesty... Enjoy your tour."
Important council members stood watching Xerxez exit the palace, their expressions serene, as did some royal ministers whom Xerxez frequently consulted for crucial matters, whether economic or systemic.
Xerxez observed the rectangular flags hanging, their blue and red silk shimmering in the morning light. Xerxez then contemplated that they should be replaced with a new, unifying symbol for Thallerion, to cease the pervasive thought of "inevitable war" that still clung to the minds of his people. The flags, bearing the emblem of Orion—the warrior skilled in combat—were attached to the walls of the buildings and even the palace itself.
"Uhm, can you please. replace those flags."
"But, Your majesty... Those are the symbols of Orion. What would other people think, if we will remove the flag, they will think...Orion is no longer a theme in Thallerion?"
"That's a useless emblem!" Xerxez muttered, a quiet resolve hardening his gaze. " We will just encouraging enemies because of that emblem."
"If that's your will, then...we will remove it." Other Minister responded.
During their journey, the people they encountered smiled warmly at Xerxez, their faces radiating respect and affection. It took but a few minutes before they reached the second District—Rigil, and Xerxez's heart was already overflowing with profound joy.
'Look at their faces, they were happy, peaceful, and calm. I wish.. this era...will remain forever. But, as Mr Martheuw Cereun said, as long as the Death-entity is in somewhere, watching humanity, and waiting for an opportunity—the world will plunge into chaos.'
'In district Rigil, we build Temple, for the spiritual-energy training lesson, headed by the Elders. They train young people there, to improve their spiritual ability, in order to use, magical weapons. But, Matheros, as a new Chief Commander, he train soldiers for the military combat, guns and explosive weapons, as a rudimentary weapons for all soldiers.'
'I understand, as we have no, Constellar protector, we have to rely on our own strength, ability, and weapons...And I think, elders knowledge can help to improve my soldiers ability to fight , especially... countering beasts of Constellar entity. Those magical weapons can be useful to destroy Constellar entity form.'
From afar, Xerxez and his companions could already discern the thunder of horses and the synchronized shouts of soldiers in the wide parade ground, each movement a testament to their unwavering discipline, their stance proud, and their footsteps echoing like deep applause on the very face of the earth. On the elevated stage, a formidable chief commander named Matheros stood, his gaze sweeping across the training ground, and he too noticed Xerxez's regal presence.
'Hmm, Matheros became matured, after I appointed him, as a Chief Commander...though, he never expected this to come in his life...and I am very glad, Thallerion military was now fortified, alert, and prepared for all posible attack of invaders.'
"Welcome to the District of Rigil, Your Majesty," Matheros greeted, his voice resonating with respect, as Xerxez dismounted his white horse, accompanied by his loyal guards and diligent assistants for the tour.
"Here are the Thallerion soldiers," He then, adjusting the sword in its sheath with a confident gesture. "We can send them to war at any time." The soldiers, a sea of disciplined might, instantly ceased their training and bowed in unison to Xerxez upon his arrival.
'Hmm, I can say...the military forces under Matheros' management, was far more advance compare to the previous customary. Well... Matheros leadership was great... I know what motivates him, to do his responsibility, being a new leader of the Thallerion military forces... And I like his military preparedness, for the future of Thallerion...but....'
"Let's avoid such thoughts."
The king gently admonished, for he believed such an idea would only encourage the conscience of war, to which Matheros nodded in silent agreement, accepting his king's wisdom.
'The more, we anticipate war...the sooner, we can encounter the inevitable, destiny of conflicts. I know...this world, nestled with different entities...some were cunning, ferocious, but there are also... adorable, and meek.'
A small steel pistol gleamed at the chief commander's waist, a subtle detail Xerxez noticed in a mere blink. Matheros was a man of imposing stature, taller than Xerxez, with a broad, muscular chest; his voice was deep and commanding when leading soldiers—yet surprisingly gentle when addressing his king.
"Come, let's go to the weapon-making facility," Matheros invited, his armor ornaments clinking with each step, a rhythmic sound signifying his high rank as a military leader in Thallerion.
'hmm, Matheros was indeed, matured. I can see on his move, his elegant as a great leader...he even stiff on smiling. His figure was a testament of good leadership, his attitude, behavior, a calculated move, a proof of keeping his being, as a man of dignity.'
Ahead, the king of Thallerion, saw the Blumentritt-like colored roof of the facility, where the continuous hammering of hard steel resonated from within. The workers, pausing their diligent labor, slightly bowed as Xerxez and his companions entered. The air in Thallerion's weapon-making facility was remarkably cool upon their entry. But, when Xerxez gave the signal for the workers to resume their tasks, the hum of machines burst forth, a symphony of industry—the continuous pounding and clanging of screws whenever the machinery spun, and the jarring saws used to precisely cut logs. Xerxez also observed large logs being fed into the roaring furnace, its coals crackling with an intense heat that melted the raw iron tools for molding.
The workers, their bodies glistening with effort, endured the fierce heat of the furnace, which stung their exposed skin when endured for too long. The molten iron, poured into the waiting molds, flowed like incandescent lava spewed from the heart of a volcano. A molten hot red chili! Grind! Dripping!!! Sparkly Glitches!
The grinding stone rotated, its sharp noise smoothing the blade to perfection. Noticeable sweat dripped from the workers' bodies as they rhythmically hammered the glowing iron, creating a dazzling cascade of sparks with every powerful strike of the hammer. Each mold, a potential brilliance, a new chapter in a warrior's life, echoing the legendary weapons of former kings proudly boasted by Thallerion to new generations. Every hammer blow reverberated outside the facility like a relentless drumbeat in the ears of the training soldiers. Xerxez also smelled the potent bomb-powder being meticulously made by the workers in the corner, carefully placed in precise circular steel casings. "Cranking!"
Xerxez then, proceeded to the vast weapon storage, where an arsenal of swords hung majestically on the walls, and spears stood like silent sentinels on the side. Helmets, like the hollow eyes of skulls, faced Xerxez, lined up in neat rows on sturdy shelves. The polished iron ornaments on the formidable shields awakened a flicker of envy in Xerxez, so he flicked one with his finger, the satisfying click a testament to its undeniable durability.
"How are the newly purchased weapons?" Xerxez inquired, his gaze examining the daggers attached to the wall, his eyes searching for the forms of guns in that expansive room.
'Well...King Driother— a talented king in Thartherus— was glad, as we personally visited his kingdom to buy a special weapon...most of our purchases were discounted... he-he-he.. I know, he wanted to be part of the alliance, so do I... I will encourage all nations with less entity influence. If the alliance will be successfully launched, other countries, with Constellar entity could somehow realize them: our country, our people in unison, our forces in one —will be able to defeat them. I know... a single twig is weak, but as long as you put them up together, even a boulder can be moved aside.'
"The quality provided by the Thartherus nation is truly excellent," Matheros affirmed, a slight peer out the window revealing soldiers hauling heavy boxes to the other headquarters. "Some of the guns have been rigorously tested by General Phalleon... according to their report, there were no defects whatsoever." Matheros's face radiated his positive outlook on the weapons Xerxez had acquired.
'Thartheruz weapons are not a simple toy in the face of all beastly beings, each bling, it weakens their ability to transform...like my dagger, who electrocuted king Hedromus. Hmm, what about the explosive I bought in Vhorlandrus...I was eagerly to buy their unique explosive weapons, as I heard, it can destroy abyssal creature...they said, during the time, abyssal beasts existing, Vhorlandrus, fought effectively and many were rescued.'
"What about the weapons from Vhorlandrus? They were delivered last week, weren't they?" Xerxez asked, approaching the gunpowder, as white as pristine beach sand, but a controllable sneeze escaped him from its weak, yet distinct aroma; fortunately, he had a handkerchief in his pocket, which he promptly plucked out.
'Vhorlandruz country were known as Viking men, most of them lived in the arduous journey across the ocean in Atlantis Ocean.Vhorland people were hunter of sea monsters, and treasure hunters. Their majestic Ark, harbouring in the Vhorlandrus Port. Those explosive balls were powerful to defeat sea monster during their hunting.
"Those explosives have been carefully moved to a safe place; they haven't been tested yet...eh. But I believe they are far more powerful compared to what we have manufactured here in Thallerion, ehh." Matheros stated, observing Xerxez as he meticulously examined the quality of the bomb-powder and the finished, round explosives nearby.
'hmm, if that's the case, Thallerion workers should study first in Vhorlandrus to learn a proper way of making explosive weapons...I will ask king Vhalthimoos, to let my weapon-workers have a hands-on training in their land.'
"In that case, we need to send weapon-workers in Vhorlandrus," Xerxez declared, standing tall, his eyes surveying the entire room towards where Matheros stood. "To further improve the quality of our workers' products." Xerxez even clapped his hands, a fine dusting of bomb-powder clinging to his fingers. "I will talk king Vhalthimoos, in the upcoming alliance between Vhorlandrus and Thallerion. So, prepare yourself, Chief Commander, Matheros."
Xerxez had also procured additional weapons of immense power: colossal cannons from Vhorlandrus, and guns from the Thartherus nation with exquisitely beautiful designs—the proud creation of their unique architecture, featuring a long-nosed gun capable of firing five consecutive, bling shots!!!
"HEHE, you can count me...always."
Outside, large-bodied cannons, capable of launching bombs far across the landscape, stood like ancient sea lions gazing eastward.
'Speaking of alliance, we will buy a phoenix-headed artillery, maybe after settling the district internal problems. The phoenix headed artillery... I heard, it was meticulously crafted, each part resembling the mythical phoenix bird, a symbol of rebirth and power. It burst fire-arrow simultaneously in a long range.'
Xerxez still emphasized that the new generation should never forget the profound wisdom gleaned from the use of old weapons and the rigorous training for spiritual energy to hone everyone to use magical weapons or other war equipment.
'I understand that times were relentlessly advancing, so Thallerion also needed to embrace modern methods of warfare.'
At this crucial juncture, inventors and workers were tirelessly busy creating special, cutting-edge weapons. The manufacture of guns and explosives was Thallerion's paramount objective, to ensure all soldiers were ready for any impending threat to Thallerion's future—even though Xerxez's ultimate ideal was to meticulously avoid war itself.