The story is of Viktor, in his past life as Arjun, he was counting his last breaths on earth, while laying on the deathbed cursing his misfortune, unaware that he was about to get a second chance at life, a do-over in another world, a chance at happ...
The morning sun hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the Capital City of Reuben Kingdom. The bustling streets, usually vibrant with the laughter of children and the chatter of merchants, were now silenced by the foreboding weight of war. Raphael surveyed the horizon from the castle's battlements, his blue eyes sweeping over the distant treeline where the Muscovyan and Al Zaydizz forces were gathered, ready to unleash their fury upon the kingdom he had vowed to protect.
A soldier's urgent shout broke through the grim silence. "The enemies are within sight, your majesty!" The messenger, his face pale and drawn, rushed forward, adding with a quivering voice, "They muster thirty thousand strong near the Wien River."
Raphael's heart pounded in his chest. The enemy was not just approaching; they threatened to overwhelm and ravage everything he held dear. He turned to face the gathered soldiers, adventurers, and nobles, the standard bearers of the Reuben Kingdom. "The war must not breach our walls!" he declared, raising his shield high. "All of you—everyone in this moment—we stand for our families, for every child and elder in our villages. We stand for our very home!"
A roar of approval surged forth, resonating through the battlements like rolling thunder.
Just then, King Leo Reuben's commanding voice echoed through the assembly. "Brave souls of Reuben, this day will be remembered! We will master our destiny, united in courage!" He thrust his sword into the sky, and the assembled warriors mirrored him, their weapons glinting like stars against the deepening twilight.
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At his side stood the renowned mage, Gaston, whose wavy white hair danced in the wind. His brown eyes flickered with the anticipation of battle. The royal mage approached him with an air of urgency. "Gaston, you are our strongest S-Rank Mage. Without you, our defenses will crumble. We need your guidance."
Gaston took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle onto his shoulders. "I'll lead the mages," he said, his voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling around them. His comrades, Raphael and Phillip, exchanged resolute glances, their trust unspoken but palpable. "You got this, Gaston," Phillip reassured, gripping his black phoenix sword with a fierce determination.
