The emperor, uninterested in their progress, was eager to witness their true abilities in the chaos of war. He composed a declaration to another kingdom, expressing his desire to wage brutal conflict for the sake of conquest. Driven by greed, he sought to extend his already vast territories.
Just a month into their training, the soldiers found themselves lined up, ready for battle. They boarded buses that transported them to Carkes, eventually stopping on a remote island known as De Nuit—a territory governed by King Rouge-Gorge, who communicated solely in French, complicating interactions.
As the two sovereigns faced each other, King Rouge-Gorge expressed his outrage. "What does this mean? I thought we had a treaty! If you don't withdraw your troops now, my people and I will never stop fighting!"
In a cold, dismissive tone, the emperor retorted, "I want your island, and your people are not my concern. I will do as I please, and no king can prevent me from taking what I desire. Now, let's cease the discussions and prepare for combat!"
With both leaders issuing the command to attack, the air filled with tension and anticipation. "Attack!" cried the emperor. "Attaque!" responded King Rouge-Gorge.
As they both fought, the tension in the air was palpable. Each strike echoed through the arena, their blades clashing with a metallic ring, a testament to their skills and determination. Blood spattered against the ground, mixing with the dirt and grime, creating a gruesome tapestry that bore witness to their fierce struggle. Luna felt her heart race with every exchange, adrenaline