Chapter 14: The March of the Devourer King
> "A monster doesn't need a reason.
A Devourer only needs a direction."
—Lyra, Crimson Flame
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• Location: Scorched Borderlands – Edge of the Eastern Wilds
The sun never rose again over the land known now only as The Scarred Belt.
Three kingdoms had once stood here — the free human tribes of Vaelor, the Highland Elves of Elmyr, and the Stone-Wall Dwarves of the Gromhold Alliance.
Now… only smoke remained.
Tens of thousands of corpses. Black flags made of flayed royal banners. Trees carved into totems of hunger.
At the front of it all marched a colossal beast — nearly four meters tall, draped in chains, bone armor, and the skulls of slain monarchs.
> [Name: Grothak the Devourer]
[Race: Primordial Orc]
[Title: King of the Endless Maw | Curse-Bearer of the Crimson Hunger]
[Skills: Flesh Rebirth | Devour Evolution | War Howl of Annihilation]
He wielded no sword. His teeth were enough.
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• The Cursed Army
Behind him marched 70,000 elite Orcs.
Not normal ones.
These were high-level cursed orcs, blessed by Eldritch Hunger Magic — a corrupt, ancient art that allowed them to eat not just flesh, but memories, souls, and magic itself.
Wherever they passed:
Mages forgot spells.
Knights lost their limbs… and their reasons to fight.
Holy altars became feeding pits.
> [Warning: Curse Detected – Memory Erosion Aura Active]
[Affected Area: Expanding 3 km per hour]
[Casualty Rate: 98% upon contact for unshielded forces]
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• Meanwhile… Back at the Abyss Castle
Bella was in the Deep Codex Vault, deciphering Basilisk Soul Seals when the system pinged—
> [Urgent Notification: Eastern Expansion Detected]
[New Cities Founded Under Your Banner: 3]
[Radiant Sister Command Detected – No Prior Authorization]
Her eye narrowed.
"Who ordered an expansion?"
The map lit up.
Aria.
Lyra.
Celene.
Her Saints were acting on their own.
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• The Radiant Conquerors
Out in the East, miles from the Abyss Castle, the triplets stood in three newly constructed bastion cities—built on the ruins of former enemy capitals.
Aria established the Tower of Veiled Truth, a fortress of arcane surveillance.
Lyra founded Crimson Spire, a war camp city training 10,000 berserkers.
Celene erected the Moonspire of Mercy, offering healing, food, and illusion magic to rebuild loyalty.
The banners they raised bore Bella's sigil—but the motto below was their own.
> "In Her Shadow, We Rise."
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• Bella's Silent Fury
Back in the throne room, Bella crushed the parchment map between her fingers.
"She dared expand my rule… without asking me first?" she whispered coldly.
But something made her pause.
> [Public Approval in Conquered Territories: 97%]
[Worship Emergence: 3,200 New Prayers Registered Daily]
[Title Unlocked: Goddess-in-Shadow]
Her anger didn't fade.
But something more dangerous stirred inside her:
> Curiosity.
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• The Two Forces Collide
Farther east, the Orc Devourer Army met the outposts of the Radiant Cities.
Grothak stood over the burnt remains of a human scouting unit.
Then, for the first time, he hesitated.
Because on the cliffs above him, illuminated by moonlight, stood Celene in flowing shadow-silk robes, staff glowing like a second moon.
Beside her, Aria, eyes cold and calculating.
And finally, Lyra, twin blades on fire.
They spoke as one:
> "You march toward oblivion."
Grothak grinned, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Good. Then I can chew faster."
And with a roar, the Devourer War began.
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