MORSSORSTERRA, The Birth Of The Savior

07|CALBIS

City of Calbis, northern Styx, Spring
Reign of Anax Eigil Damon. Aerys Palace - Capital of Styx.

AS ANAX EIGIL DAMON sat atop his colossal golden throne - adorned with intricate motifs, peals and velvet cushion, the Anax looks mighty yet maleficent conferring how proud he is, nevertheless, the most conceited of all Anaxs in the entire continent. His brows furrowed into an obvious deep frown while his stoic and sharp features morphed into a profound thought. He looks deeply distressed for a strong and ruthless Anax. But however powerful and cruel he is, he's one with ample amount of worries. Thus far, he'd only sit quietly to think of a solution and the best revenge for the embarrassment he'd gone through, still he found none.

Lost in a trance, his mind travelled back to an old memory, exactly seven hundred years ago. An intense, yet vivid memory which will remain with him forever. A memory he'd constantly pondered over and shamed himself for allowing anyone to put him through such lofty humiliation.

On that eventful day, a man as fearless and zealous as him was sacred to his whelm. That day, he fleed out of Morssorsterra without a second thought. Not only was he humiliated, he felt utter embarrassment and degraded. Withal, he'd definitely avenge such embarrassment.

As the battle between the kingdom of Morssorsterra and styx proceeded, Anax Eigil Damon had known that victory will be his at the end of this battle. Not unless a miracle could happen somehow which is an impossible resort for such a subsequently, well and strategically planned battle on his side.

As sea of enemies crashed into them, Anax Eigil Damon screamed, "fire!" and his archers loosened their arrows. A blizzard of arrows soared and crooned into the sunless bitumen black sky. Their enemies wailed and screamed as swarm of arrows hit them. The Anax watched as Morssorsterra's soldiers dropped lifelessly to the ground.