Saga Of The Celestial Warriors

THE BATTLE FOR THE WORLD

On the surface, Elwin's aura is expanding until it was gigantic; the winds begin to blow and the waters to move. The sun was shining brightly at noon. Suddenly, Filanwin magically teleports himself close to everyone. The companions begin to prepare to fight the elven king who begins to speak calmly.

"I didn't come here to face you, humans!" the king then turns to his son. "Elwin! Let's do this ritual together! We will lose our immortality and half our powers, but we will be able to fight alongside these humans!" the king approaches Elwin and his auras fused as they continued the ritual, to everyone's surprise.

The land started to shake and little by little the black tower started to emerge from the sea followed by the black island of black rocks and black iron sand. At the bottom of the tower were large black monoliths with unknown scriptures. The island was before everyone and Elwin and Filanwin were exhausted. Filanwin hands Elwin a blue potion and takes another. This potion recovered the elves' magical energies. Everyone approached the black tower with caution and could witness Arkhatov leaving the tower, accompanied by his servants emanating the dreadful aura of Chaos. Everyone was preparing for combat and Marjorie's aura was already taking over the body of her companions, except Elwin and Filanwin, who exuded a powerful celestial aura, although not as powerful as that of the princess or before. Arkhatov removed his helmet and the vision was of a black skull with a purple glow that came out of the eyes sockets. The sun caused Arkhatov's skull to burn like an ember. Arkhatov stared at the sun and began to speak with his sinister voice.

"I haven't felt this feeling in a long time! I love the light of Pyro burning my soul." says the black Paladin, sticking his huge sword into the black and rocky soil. Then put on your helmet and speak again. "Prince Hilbert! I said you would come to me, but I did not expect you to be so careless!" Arkhatov started to laugh in a macabre muffled manner.

"I couldn't help accepting your invitation, Arkhatov! You will pay dearly for your crimes against this world." says Hilbert, drawing his sword.

"You can blame it on the gods first! You are very similar to Marhg Naroth, or rather I say, King Magnus White! I could see through the eyes of my fallen brothers that with each battle your potential increased. I didn't think you wanted to die so soon, unfortunately I need your body and I won't be able to enjoy our battle until the end. At least, I will be able to have my revenge against the bloodline of these damned elves and I will still be free to bring this world to its knees again!" says Arkhatov. Hilbert was beginning to analyze the situation of the imminent battle.

"This world will not bow to you, you twisted fiend!" says Filanwin angrily and manifesting his celestial aura.

"What will the week elf do? Will you appeal to the coward spell your ancestor used against me?" asks Arkhatov and then he laughs. Filanwin was deeply irritated by the comment and Elwin put his arm in front of his father to prevent him from moving forward and the king stopped himself. Hilbert smiled and replied.

"The sacrifice of the elven king and of all who fought for the peace in this world shall not be in vain! The only coward here is you and those traitors! Attempting against the lives of innocents and plotting the end of the world. Get ready for retribution!" says the determined prince.

"Traitors!?" Napoleon laughs. "Hansen aided and sheltered these wretched sand refugees, while condemning all the people from Mordred Kingdom for the purge of these strange people. My family and Eugene's were shamed for years, because our relatives took part in the cleanse."

"It is sad to hear that, but it never stopped you from being successful Commanders, did it? I did not know genocide had a new name for you, Napoleon. You cannot justify your actions that endangered hundreds of thousands with this pity party. You are responsible for your betrayal and not for the hateful deeds of your relatives." says Hilbert looking at the twisted faces of Napoleon and Eugene, while both were covered by the Chaos aura.