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—The War Begins:
Astraeus led a team of emissaries from each realm, marching through the coral gates of Landara. The Ocean King's army met them at the plains beneath the abyss.
It was war—crystals clashing against hardened water, magma cracking frozen tides, wind slicing sea beasts. Astraeus burned through battalions, his fire now enhanced with crystal focus and wind control.
But the Ocean King was nowhere to be
found.
—The Ocean King Rises:
From beneath the deep, a shadow rose—taller than mountains, wearing a crown of living water. The true Ocean King had arrived, riding a Leviathan made of black coral.
"You united the Realms," he boomed. "But none of you are ready for the abyss."
Astraeus stepped forward. "Then drown in your own Kingdom."
Lightning cracked. The final battle had begun.
—Waves of Despair:
The Ocean King towered above the battlefield, his voice echoing like thunder beneath the sea. His leviathan mount coiled, blotting out what little light filtered into Landara's depths.
Soldiers from the Crystal Realm clashed with the Ocean King's tides, their shards refracting light into deadly beams. The Lavarii smashed through walls of hardened water with rivers of magma. Windra warriors soared above currents, cutting swaths through enemy ranks like blades of air.
But the King's mere presence shifted the tide.
Every moment of his hand bent the ocean's weight, turning the very battlefield into his weapon.
Astraeus stood at the front, flames burning inside the suffocating waters. His aura crackled with fiery determination, refusing to be extinguished.
"This is no ordinary king," Astraeus muttered, feeling the water crush against his chest. "This is a god in chains."
Joga, standing nearby with his merchant's staff glowing faintly, smirked. "Good thing you brought friends."
—The Leviathan's Roar:
The leviathan struck first. Its maw opened wide, unleashing a scream that split coral spires in half. Crystalline soldiers shattered, Windra fighters were tossed aside, and even the Lavarii flames guttered.
Astraeus leapt, flames bursting behind him as he landed upon the leviathan's back. Its skin was harder than obsidian, pulsing with veins of black coral. He summoned his fire into spears, slamming them down—only for the leviathan's flesh to heal instantly.
"You cannot kill the abyss," the Ocean King bellowed, raising his trident.
The sea itself obeyed. Columns of water twisted into whips and crashed down upon the battlefield, scattering Astraeus's allies.
The war was fracturing.
And Astraeus realized: the real fight was not the soldiers, but the King himself.
—Breaking Currents:
The Ocean King turned his gaze toward the Lavarii. With a sweep of his trident, he condensed the ocean's weight into a crushing wave. Dozens of lava warriors screamed as their magma cooled into solid rock, suffocating them.
General Morra roared in defiance. "Lava does not drown!" She split the wave with her bare fists, magma exploding outward, freeing her people. But she was bleeding heavily—every strike of the King's trident tore away her strength.
Nearby, princess Cryselle's crystalline barriers cracked under the endless pressure of water. Even her refracted beams of light struggled to pierce the abyssal armor of the leviathan.
Astraeus fought through currents pulling him down. His flames hissed in the water, but he forced them hotter, sharper. Fire became light, light became searing blades. He slashed open one of the leviathan's fins, earning the first scream of pain.
The battlefield cheered—but the King only grew angrier.
—The Abyss Crown:
The Ocean King removed his crown of living water. As he held it aloft, it reshaped into a storm above the battlefield. A dome of black currents formed, cutting Astraeus and his allies off from retreat.
"This war ends here," the King declared. "Your realms will serve Landara—or they will drown."
Astraeus spat blood into the current. "You've mistaken me for someone who Kneels."
He charged, fire trailing like a comet. The king swung his trident, colliding with Astraeus mid-strike. The impact shook the entire sea floor, coral mountains crumbling into rubble.
For the first time, Astraeus's flames didn't falter. They burned brighter, feeling off his rage and sorrow.
"You carry grief well, boy," the King mocked, pressing his trident down. "But grief cannot save you."
—Shattered Alliances:
The war stretched on for hours. Realms that had sworn loyalty began to fracture under the pressure.
The Windran warriors, light as air, were being torn apart by the crushing weight of the ocean. Their leader Eyla hesitated, her eyes flickering with doubt.
The Lavarii were burning themselves dry, magma cooling too quickly. General Morra shouted for Astraeus to retreat, Knowing their flames wouldn't last.
Even the Crystalline forces faltered. Princess Cryselle was captured by a torrent, dragged screaming into the abyss.
"Hold together!" Astraeus roared, but even his voice sounded hollow in the roaring sea.
Joga approached him, face grim. "You're losing them, boy. If you want them to fight, you'll need more than fire. You'll need to show them why they fight."
Astraeus clenched his fists, staring at the Ocean King. "Then l'll give them a reason."
—Fire Against the Abyss:
Astraeus rose above the battlefield, his flames igniting so bright they seared against the ocean's weight. The warriors below paused, staring up at him.
"You are not fighting for me!" Astraeus shouted. His voice burned through the water, carried by raw will. "You are fighting for freedom! For the right to live without bending to chains of Kings or gods!"
His fire spread outward, not burning his allies but shielding them—crystals shone brighter, lava grew hotter, and wind swirled sharper.
The warriors roared back in unison. For the first time, the realms fought as one.
Even the Ocean King narrowed his eyes. "So… you would become their flame."
—The Ocean King's Wrath:
The King unleashed his fury. He raised both hands, summoning a tidal vortex that twisted into a colossal spear. With a flick, he hurled it directly at Astraeus.
The fire warrior braced, summoning everything he had. His flames condensed into a blazing wall, colliding with the water spear in a thunderous explosion.
The blast shattered coral cities, split the battlefield in two, and sent allies and enemies alike sprawling.
When the smoke cleared, Astraeus still stood —but blood steamed down his arms, and his body trembled.
The King smirked. "Impressive. But the abyss does not tire. Do you?"
—The Merchant's Move:
Joga had remained strangely quiet. Now, he stepped forward, raising his staff.
"You think the abyss belongs to you, Ocean King?" His silver eye glowed, and runes spread across the battlefield floor. "l've been preparing for this longer than you've ruled."
A surge of energy erupted. Crystals from Crysansa, magma from Lavaron, and winds from Windra all responded, weaving into a single barrier. For a moment, the realms were united under his control.
Astraeus glanced back. "Joga… who the hell are you?"
The merchant smirked. "Let's just say I deal in more than goods."
—Cracks in the Abyss:
The King roared, his leviathan thrashing in fury. Yet for the first time, cracks spread across his abyssal armor. Joga's barrier weakened his dominion, and Astraeus's flames pushed into the openings.
Cryselle returned, riding shards of crystal into battle, slashing chains that had bound her. Morra and her Lavarii poured their last reserves of magma into burning whirlpools. Eyla sent hurricanes spiraling through the depths.
Together, they struck.
The leviathan shrieked as its armor shattered. The King stumbled, bloodied but still towering.
"You think this matters?" He hissed. "The ocean cannot be killed."
Astraeus stepped forward, fire blazing even brighter. "Then l'll burn until there's nothing left of it."
—The Final Tide:
The battlefield fell silent as Astraeus and the Ocean King locked eyes, The realms held their breath.
The King raised his trident one final time, summoning a tidal wave so massive it eclipsed all light. It would crush not just Astraeus, but every realm allied here.
Astraeus inhaled deeply. His body ached, blood burned, but he drew everything from his grief, his rage, and his hope. Flames burst from his back like wings, burning brighter than ever before.
He leapt into the tidal wave, meeting the trident with his bare hands. Fire and abyss collided in a roar that shook Landara to its core.
The light blinded everyone.
When the blast subsided, Astraeus was gone. So too was the Ocean King. Only silence remained.
But deep in the abyss, something stirred.
The war was far from over.
—A Forgotten War and personal journey:
Astraeus's eyes snapped open, the roar of crashing waves was gone. No coral palaces, no crystal waters, no battlefields of gods and Kings.
Instead, he lay on the stony ground of Mt. Hashi. The the remnants of his childhood home surrounded him, half-buried in ash and rubble. The air was cold, sharp with mountain wind.
For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming. He touched the ground, expecting it to ripple into water, but it remained solid beneath his fingers.
"…Landara," he whispered. "Crysansa. Lavaron. Windra."
The names felt foreign in the silence.
He stumbled down the slope toward the Hashi Kuru village. People moved through the streets as if nothing had happened—tending fires, carrying baskets of food, Training fire soldiers in the courtyards. Normal life.
His chest tightened. "It's real… I Know it's real."
He rushed up to a group of Hashi Kuru warriors. "You have to tell me—you remember, don't you? The Underwater War! Landara! The realms we fought beside—"
The warriors gave him puzzled looks, One of them snorted. "Realms? Boy, only clans and houses hold power. Realms are fairy tales."
"No!" Astraeus shouted. His voice cracked with desperation. "I was there—I fought! The Ocean King, the Crystal Legion, the armies of fire and wind—don't you remember any of it?"
The oldest warrior frowned, eyes narrowing. "You've let grief twist your mind. Your father's betrayal has made you see shadows. Put these fantasies away. Clans and houses—that is the order of the world. There are no Realms."
Astraeus staggered back. His heart pounded in his ears. He tried again—running to the blacksmith, the healer, even the children.
But every face gave the same look: confusion, pity, dismissal.
The war of realms was gone, buried like it had never existed.
That night, Astraeus sat alone in the ruins od his house. The memory of battles, of allies who had bled beside him, burned in his mind. Yet to the world, it was nothing.
He clenched his fists. "It was real. I Know it was real."
When dawn came, the mountain was painted gold. Astraeus rose, slinging a worn cloak over his shoulders. He looked back at the village one last time—the people who could no longer understand him, the home that had forgotten.
"Maybe this is better," he whispered to the morning air. "Maybe I can change something—not the world, but me."
He turned his back to Mt. Hashi, stepping down the mountain path. Alone, but not broken.
For the first time, his journey was not about realms, wars, or even destiny. It was about himself.
And with each step into the unknown, Astraeus felt a strange kind of peace.
See you in volume two the road from here is only getting tougher. Enjoy while you asked for a villain.