The next morning, at the battlefield, the Beherenewian army was once again ready for battle, the Galamians and Vilgans approaching in battle array.
Gray:(to the Beherenewians and Theraklites) Bring out Count Bellwish!
The Beherenewian soldiers exchanged uncertain glances. They were aware of the tension within their ranks, the whispers of change that had seeped through the army like a ghostly wind. Count Bellwish, however, was not present on the battlefield. Instead, a high-ranking officer stepped forward, his expression a mix of determination and apprehension.
Officer: Count Bellwish is not here today.
Yuki:(tense) Did the coward run away?
Gray:I can see it in your eyes...It's not at all true that he isn't there!...I warn you, a few meters from here our artillery is aimed at you, if you want to avoid the rain of fire, let him out immediately.
The Beherenewian officer hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. The tension on the battlefield was palpable, the soldiers from all sides holding their breaths, waiting for the situation to unfold.
Officer (nervously): Very well, we will bring him out. But I warn you, any treachery will be met with swift retaliation.
The officer hurriedly signaled to his troops, and moments later, Count Bellwish was escorted onto the battlefield, flanked by a contingent of Beherenewian guards. His face was a mix of anger and defiance, his eyes locking onto Gray with a burning intensity.
Count Bellwish (snarling): What is the meaning of this, Galamian? Have you come to gloat in your victory?
Gray (calmly): No, Count Bellwish. I've come to offer you a choice. The war has caused enough suffering. We have a proposal for a ceasefire, a chance for peace.
Count Bellwish (mocking): Peace? Galamians and their endless naivety. Beherenew does not bow to the likes of you. We will fight until our last breath.
Gray (firmly): This proposal is not just from us. It's from your own people, your officers, who see the futility of this war. They understand the toll it has taken on our nations. We can end this conflict and find a way for our people to live in peace.
Count Bellwish (sneering): Traitors and cowards, all of them. I will not entertain such notions.
Yuki (stepping forward): Count Bellwish, we understand your pride, but continuing this war will only lead to more death and destruction. Your own officers believe in this chance for peace. Consider the lives of your people. Is your ambition worth their suffering?
Count Bellwish (hesitating): You speak of ambition as if it's a sin. Beherenew will rise to glory, no matter the cost.
Gray:Then I'm afraid I have no other choice.
Gray returned to his ranks.
Gray:Prepare for battle!
The Galamians formed a phalanx, ready to face their enemies
The battlefield stood still for a moment, the tension thick in the air. The Beherenewian soldiers, torn between their loyalty to Count Bellwish and the possibility of peace, hesitated. Count Bellwish, however, remained resolute, his eyes locked onto the Galamian phalanx.
Count Bellwish (shouting): Stand your ground! We will not yield to these invaders!
The Beherenewian soldiers, driven by their leader's determination, readied their weapons, preparing for the impending clash.
Gray (raising his sword): Hold your positions! We'll give them one last chance to reconsider.
Gray (loudly): Beherenewians, Theraklites! Lay down your arms and consider the lives at stake. This can end without further bloodshed. Do not let pride lead to needless death.
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Galam's Chronicles
FantasyThere was a time when humans and demons were perpetually at war, but there was a time of lies and exploitation, where legendary men didn't know who the real enemy was.
