Fated To The Fae King

Chapter 25

▪️G O L N A R▪️

In anticipation of Cedric's inevitable retaliation, we had spent the following week preparing for his next assault.

Every spare moment was dedicated to fortifying our defences, rallying our forces, and strategizing our response to his treacherous schemes. The tension in the air was palpable as we awaited the impending storm, each passing day marked by a growing sense of urgency and anticipation.

As the days wore on, more reinforcements arrived, the orcs' numbers swelling our ranks with thousands of formidable warriors ready for battle. The sight of Baldur's forces joining our cause brought a surge of hope amidst the uncertainty, their presence a testament to the strength of our alliance and our shared determination.

With each passing moment, the tension only seemed to mount, and I found myself turning to Alaric for support more often than not.

"Alaric," I murmured, seeking solace in the warmth of his touch as he reached for my hand. "These are trying times, but I am thankful for your steadfast presence."

His gaze met mine, filled with a mixture of resolve and concern. "And I am thankful for you, Golnar. I don't know what I would do if anything were to happen to you."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, the depth of his concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the intensity of his gaze.

"I am equally as frightened of the thought," I said while squeezing his hand.

"I won't let Cedric lay a hand on you, my love. I swear it."

In that moment, I felt a surge of gratitude for the unwavering love and protection that Alaric offered me, knowing that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, stronger than ever before.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the kingdom into darkness, a hulking silhouette materialized in the heart of our realm. From the towering walls of the castle, we beheld the monstrous form of a demonic beast, its massive body casting a menacing shadow across the land.

Alongside this terrifying appearance, the usual assortment of enemies materialized. The plethora of Thornfiends, Bansheewyrms, and Shadowstalkers, alongside a number of Cedric's devout Fae followers, immediately launched a relentless assault.

Meanwhile, the beast's monstrous form towered over the landscape, its massive frame bristling with jagged spikes and sinewy muscles that rippled with every movement. Its skin, a sickly shade of mottled grey, seemed to writhe and pulse with a dark energy that sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld it. Glowing crimson eyes burned with an otherworldly fury, casting an eerie light that illuminated the devastation wrought in its wake.

With each thunderous step, the ground trembled beneath its weight, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth. Trees splintered and crumbled like twigs in its path, their branches torn asunder by the beast's relentless advance. Buildings were reduced to rubble with a single swipe of its massive claws, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

As the beast unleashed its fury upon the kingdom, panic and chaos swept through the streets like wildfire. Citizens fled in terror, their desperate cries echoing in the night as they sought refuge from the unstoppable force that threatened to consume everything in its path.

I watched as Alaric and Baldur conferred amidst the chaos of battle below.

Their voices carried across the tumultuous battlefield, their words ringing out with authority and determination.

"Baldur, take your warriors and flank the beast from the west. Keep its attention focused on you while we launch a coordinated assault from the east."

The Orc King nodded and replied, "We'll draw its fire and create an opening for your forces to strike. Together, we'll bring this abomination to its knees."