Chapter : 3 War

The winds howled through the forest, the rain pelting down relentlessly, as if nature itself trembled in fear. Within the depths of Parumath Forest, the soldiers from both sides stood motionless, their gazes locked, awaiting the command of their leaders.

"What is the meaning of this, Percy Morph?" Majum's voice resonated with anger, cutting through the heavy silence.

The air hung heavy with tension, and only the cacophony of rain and thunder filled the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a sadistic smile crept across Percy Morph's face as he swung his sword at Majum. In a swift display of skill, Majum blocked the attack, evading backward to maintain his distance. Being a shaman, he knew the perils of engaging in close combat with a swordsman.

In that moment, a wave of loneliness washed over him. His feet grew cold, prompting him to glance back, hoping to find his loyal soldiers standing strong. However, to his dismay, he saw nothing but an empty void. It was then that he realized he had fallen into a trap.

A chilling laughter erupted from Percy Morph, his voice dripping with madness. "Hah...hah... hahahahahah" Percy Morph laughed maniacally, his hand clutching his face, reveling in the twisted delight of his actions. Tears streamed down his face, blending with the rain.

"What is the meaning of this, Percy Morph, Where are my men?" Majum demanded, his tone growing more serious, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and resolve.

"Shut up you filth" Percy Morph taunted, a gleam of madness in his eyes. "Hmmm, what is this look? Instead of worrying about your men, you should be worried about your own life. You will meet your demise soon enough".

"I will ask you one more time, Percy Morph," Majum declared, his voice infused with determination. He summoned death spirits, wielding spectral swords that emerged from the ground, and commanded them to attack Percy Morph. But to Majum's surprise, Percy Morph skillfully blocked and evaded each strike, laughing with an eerie delight. With a burst of his aura, Percy Morph obliterated all the death spirits, dispelling them effortlessly. He then signaled his men to unleash a barrage of arrows towards Majum.

Undeterred, Majum conjured a powerful barrier that deflected the incoming arrows, causing a resounding explosion that sent him staggering backward. His body bearing bruises from the impact. Rising to his feet, Majum retaliated by launching a massive fireball towards Percy Morph's soldiers. However, in a baffling turn of events, Percy Morph's Spartan soldiers vanished into thin air, leaving Majum to realize they were mere illusions. It became clear to him that this intricate deception could only be the work of Queen Elpha of the Elven kingdom and the explosive arrows, the impeccable craftsmanship of the Dwarven kingdom's artisans.

In that moment, Majum understood that Percy Morph was not acting alone.

"Show yourselves, all of you!" Majum bellowed, his voice resonating with authority.

Suddenly, beings emerged from their concealed positions, revealing their presence.

"See, I told you Majum isn't a fool," remarked the Elf Queen Elpha with boredom.

"Yes, I heard he excels in hand-to-hand combat. Let's hope he lives up to the rumors," added Gragnus, the King of Giants.

"I simply want to conclude this battle swiftly so I can continue my technological research," voiced Treant, the King of Dwarfs.

"And here I am, ready to witness another handsome soul meet its demise by my graceful paws," chimed in Rutley, the Queen of Beastmen.

Percy Morph, still considered the most formidable swordsman, interjected, cautioning the others not to underestimate Majum. He smugly revealed that Majum's castle and his people were being ravaged by his men, instilling a sense of shock and rage within Majum.

"How dare you!" Majum exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Suddenly, a surge of chaotic energy erupted from within Majum, intensifying rapidly. It gushed forth at an alarming rate, accompanied by the formation of a suit of pitch black chaotic armor upon his body. A massive dark scythe materialized in his right hand, held with a firm grip.

"Since you have come to deliver death, I am honored to offer each of you a taste of Chaos in return," Majum declared defiantly, identifying himself as the apostle of Chaos.

End of chapter