Nealon gazed out upon the Reveiverse, her eyes wide with shock and dismay. "It's really as Carel said it would be," She muttered to herself. "As far as I can see, there is only destruction and nothing more." Yoton, standing beside her, nodded in agreement. "This is enough to give Nielan and his members enough strength that could cause a deep change in power between our faction and theirs," he said.
Zerich, however, was more cautious. "I have served the Rulers loyally for millions of years, and I can say for a fact that the High Head is just too powerful to be dethroned by the War Faction," he said. Nealon nodded thoughtfully. "You're right, Zerich. But power is not everything. And if we were to go on to war now, the one person we need to really watch out for is Amiss. She's a deadly one with precise plans that hardly fail."
Yoton snorted in derision. "That four-eyed hellish Ruler, hmph." Nealon's eyes gleamed with determination. "Let's plan and set out for battle. If we are to go against the War Faction, I can assure you that we will win against them, anytime and anywhere." Zerich smiled, laughing with the others. "Don't you both agree?"
Meanwhile, in the Reveiverse, inside Carel's kingdom, a loud voice echoed through the bed chambers. Carel stretched, yawning. "Everything that happened yesterday... was it all a dream?" Azarel, standing beside his bed, shook her head. "No, my lord. I'm right here on your bed, so it wasn't a dream."
Carel's expression turned thoughtful. "Hmmm... I guess it wasn't a dream indeed. At this point... what should I even say?" Azarel's voice was soft and reassuring. "Don't say a word again, my lord. I completely understand, and I promise to also keep this between us."
Carel's face broke into a smile. "Thank you, Azarel. I'm grateful for that. Now, let's prepare and join the battle." Azarel nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Yes, my lord."
Back on the Cronoverse, at Tavis Castle, a spy stood before Tavis, his voice trembling with fear. "My lord, I have found his family. They are in the multiverse, on a divine domain protected by multiple gods." Tavis's face lit up with excitement. "Thank you, as always, for your information, spy. This time, I shall reward you with so much."
The spy's gratitude was effusive. "Oh, thank you, my lord. Thank you, thank you." Tavis waved his hand dismissively. "Enough with the thanks. You may go now. I have plans to carry out." The spy bowed deeply. "Yes, my lord."
Tavis's voice took on a cold, calculating tone as he spoke to no one in particular. "You heard him right. Alright, now then, get on with the plan. Do not harm any of them. Bring them here alive. Do you hear me?" The response was immediate. "Yes, my lord."
The moment their conversation ended, the unseen individual left Tavis Castle, setting out to carry out his mission. Tavis's anger simmered just below the surface. "You're going to regret forever making us look like fools, Krelious."
Back on the battlefield in the Reveiverse, Carel's voice rang out, clear and strong. "Azarel, move out quickly to the kingdom and secure our people and the injured. Take with you 150,000 troops. Go now, Azarel."
Azarel's concern was evident in her voice. "But, my lord, they are too many, even for you and your troops. I cannot leave your side. I took an oath, and I will fulfill it, even if it costs me my own life." Carel's expression was firm. "I also took an oath, to protect my home. Now, go, Azarel. We don't have time to argue. Go and save many of our people, and take them to District 8. There, you will find Planet Saga. It is well fortified and over 2 million troops strong."
Azarel's eyes shone with tears. "I will do as you have said, my lord. But please, promise me that you will come back alive." Carel's smile was reassuring. "I promise. Now, go."
Azarel left with 150,000 troops, cutting through the chaos creatures with precision and skill. As they reached the kingdom, they began transporting the citizens to District 8.
All troops, form a wall to protect the kingdom with your lives until Azarel and the other troops rescue our families and injured comrades," Carel commanded. The troops responded with a resounding "Yes, Lord Carel." Carel stood tall, his eyes burning with determination. "Hold, troops. I know they are 100 times our number, but their numbers are nothing compared to our determination, love, and duty for our families and injured comrades. Do not fear the enemy nor their numbers; instead, let them fear our might."
The troops, motivated by Carel's words, responded with a loud and bold voice. "Yeahhhhh!" Carel's voice grew louder and stronger. "If any of you must die, then take with you a thousand Chaos to hell and go out in a glorious way." The troops, unwilling to let their families, comrades, and Lord down, answered with an even louder and stronger voice. "Yeahhhhh!"
Carel asked his troops, "Are we going to continue in fear?" The troops responded in unison, "No, Lord Carel." Carel's eyes blazed with fury as he asked, "Are we going to let them destroy our homes and ravage our families?" The troops shouted, "No, Lord Carel." Carel's voice rang out, "Then what are we going to do to these creatures?" The troops' response was immediate and fierce. "Kill every last one of them."
Carel's voice echoed across the battlefield. "This time, none shall escape our swords." The troops, fully charged, responded with a mighty voice. "Yeahhhhhhh." And so they stood their ground, fighting against the massive army of Chaos creatures.
As the battle raged on, Carel and his troops fought valiantly, but they were vastly outnumbered. After what seemed like an eternity, they managed to reduce the number of Chaos creatures to 20 million, but at a great cost. Only 10,000 troops were left alive, and they were completely drained from their continued fight against the Chaos' large numbers.
Carel's expression turned grim. "We have lost too many of our comrades, and the strength we have now cannot help us to fight against the second wave of the Chaos creatures," he said, breathing heavily. One of his soldiers spoke up, "Lord Carel, please run away. We will buy you some time with our lives. This decision was made by every one of us who are still left alive."
Carel's response was immediate. "Only a coward turns his back on his men. I will not leave you all behind. If we must die, then let us all go out together with a massive blast." The troops, hearing Carel's words, let out a little tears from their eyes and made a resolve within their hearts to die for their duty without any regrets.
One of the soldiers spoke up, "Lord Carel, even in the next life, we will follow you." Carel smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I also wish to have you all by my side in the next life." With their conversation finished, Carel and his troops prepared for the second wave of Chaos creatures.
Just as they were about to clash with the second wave, the Supreme Troops, together with Yoton and Nealon, arrived on time and immediately took action. Nealon commanded, "All troops, destroy them all now." The Supreme Troops responded with a resounding "Yes, Lord Nealon."
Zerich and Yoton were eager to join the battle. "Let's go," Zerich exclaimed. Nealon held them back. "Hold up, both of you. Take 200,000 troops with you, and I will take 50,000 and go rescue Carel and his men." Yoton asked, "What about the remaining Supreme Troops?" Nealon's response was swift. "They will stay here to protect the Warhead and also to provide us with support with the air cannons."
With their plan set, the Supreme Troops charged into battle, saving Carel and his men from certain death. Nealon's voice rang out, "Carel, are you alright?" Carel's face lit up with gratitude. "Lord Nealon, I don't believe it. You really came to support the war."
Nealon's smile was reassuring. "The High Head himself gave his word, and he always honors his words." Carel's troops were overjoyed, whispering to one another, "We are saved." Nealon's voice was firm. "We need to move now, Carel. You and your troops are weak; you can't survive another wave. Come, we will take you to the Warhead. There, you can rest easy."
Carel nodded, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Alright, Lord Nealon. Men, let's head for the Warhead together with Lord Nealon's troops. The men responded with a mix of relief and exhaustion, their voices barely above a whisper. "Yes, Lord Carel." Nealon's eyes scanned the battlefield, his gaze lingering on the remnants of the Chaos creatures. "Let's move quickly. We don't know when another wave will come."
As they journeyed to the Warhead, Carel's troops were met with the sound of cannons firing in the distance. Nealon's expression turned grim. "The battle is far from over. We need to hurry." Carel nodded, his eyes fixed on the Warhead in the distance.
Upon arriving at the Warhead, Carel's troops were given medical attention and food. Carel himself was treated with great respect by the Supreme Troops. Nealon approached him, a look of concern on his face. "Carel, how are you holding up?" Carel's expression was somber. "I'm alright, Lord Nealon. But I fear for my people. Azarel is still out there, rescuing our families and injured comrades."
Nealon's nod was reassuring. "Don't worry, Carel. Azarel will be fine. She's a skilled warrior." Carel's eyes searched Nealon's face. "I hope so, Lord Nealon. I hope so." Nealon placed a hand on Carel's shoulder. "We'll get through this together, Carel. We'll protect your people and defeat the Chaos."
As they spoke, Yoton and Zerich returned, their armor battered but unbroken. Yoton's grin was triumphant. "We wiped out 10 million Chaos creatures. But there are still many more to go." Zerich's expression was grim. "We'll need to be vigilant. The Chaos won't stop until they've destroyed everything in their path."
Nealon's eyes narrowed. "We'll be ready for them. We'll fight to the end to protect our people and our lands." Carel's voice was firm. "I'll fight alongside you, Lord Nealon. Together, we'll defeat the Chaos and bring peace to our world."
The four men stood together, united in their determination to protect their people and defeat the Chaos. As they gazed out at the battlefield, they knew that the fight was far from over, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Meanwhile, Azarel led the rescue mission, cutting through the Chaos creatures with precision and skill. Her troops fought bravely, saving as many of Carel's people as they could. As they neared the end of the rescue mission, Azarel's thoughts turned to Carel. "I hope Lord Carel is safe," she whispered to herself. "I hope he's holding up." With a final sweep of the area, Azarel and her troops gathered the rescued people and headed for the Warhead, ready to join Carel and the others in the fight against the Chaos.
The battle raged on, with the fate of Carel's kingdom hanging in the balance. But with the Supreme Troops by their side, Carel's people held onto hope. Hope that they would survive, hope that they would triumph, and hope that they would emerge victorious in the end.
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ACT 4: THE BATTLE AND THE PLANS 2.