ARRYN: Brother of the Capture Target (BL)

Chapter 15

Outside, the atmosphere grew heavy, the sky darkening as if nature itself mourned the impending turmoil. The wind whispered forebodingly, carrying the weight of the approaching storm. 

Eugene Iscal's senses heightened as he glanced backward. Suddenly, a swarm of crows burst forth from the forest, cawing loudly as they filled the darkening sky. Even in his old age, Eugene recognized this as a bad omen. It was as though nature itself was trying to alert him to an approaching danger.

And that danger was none other than the tyrant  Prodigy of the Lorcàn Academy. Arryn Ivanov.

"Walford," Eugene called. A burly man with rugged, handsome features and a mask concealing the upper half of his face swiftly appeared. He inquired, "You called for me, your excellency?"

"Is there news of how far His Highness Elluned is in arriving?" Walford replied promptly, not wasting a second.

"There's still an hour left, your excellency. They are currently using His Highness Prince Elluned's transportation scroll to arrive here as fast as they can."

"Well, raise the alarm to level 5 and alert His Highness that he better be arriving fast, or his incredibly clever fiancè will turn Nova Elite, and not only Nova Elite but the whole town, into pieces."

The young man was taken aback by the Duke's words. Eugene could see the confusion in the young man's eyes.

Eugene couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Never seen an Ivanov running on a rampage?" he jokingly said. "Cheers to you, young man. Now, you will see one. It's better to pray now than later, as you'll either leave this battlefield alive or half-alive."

Seeing that Walford still couldn't talk, Eugene patted the man's back and encouraged him, saying, "Hey, cheer up. Being half-alive is better than being dead, right?"

A loud roar echoed, and the atmosphere suddenly turned serious. The late Grand Duke Eugene's face became solemn as he raised his hand, putting the soldiers on high alert.

"Prepare, because we're about to battle nature itself."

Prior to Elluned's arrival, the battlefield lay in ominous silence. Eugene's soldiers maintained a tense defensive formation, their mechas standing at the ready, weapons charged and shields raised. Eugene, with his experience etched into every line on his face, scanned the horizon, waiting for the first sign of their impending adversary.

Arryn's power loomed over them like an impending storm, and the soldiers exchanged worried glances. They had trained their whole lives for moments like this, yet nothing could truly prepare them for the raw might of the Prodigy of Lorcán Academy.

The sky darkened, not from impending nightfall, but from an encroaching swarm of crows. A sea of ebony feathers filled the air, their cawing voices an eerie symphony of doom. It was as if the very world conspired against the impending confrontation.

Eugene's grip on his mecha's controls tightened, and he whispered words of encouragement to his soldiers. Their eyes remained fixed on the horizon, where the impending battle would soon unfold.

Moments passed like hours, and just when uncertainty threatened to take hold, a distant tremor shook the ground. The earth quaked beneath them, trees swayed, and birds took flight. Eugene's trained ear caught the faint yet unmistakable sound of heavy footfalls.

As Arryn's figure appeared on the horizon, the soldiers held their breath. His commanding presence sent shivers down their spines, a reminder that they were about to face an adversary unlike any other.

With a gesture, Arryn's power erupted into a spectacle of nature's fury. Trees bent to his will, and the once calm surroundings transformed into a battleground where soldiers and mechas stood as the last line of defense against the unbridled force of nature itself.