8 Despair

Footsteps echoed the throne room as Leomord approached his queen.

He kneeled and bowed, stabbing his sword to the floor.

"My queen, we are at full force."

His queen stood and gave an evil laugh.

"Then, so be it."

Leomord smiled as he stood, and with one final bow, he walked away, swinging his sword, riding his great horse who's name was engraved in the history of land of dawn.

Then as he left, he gave a very courageous batyle cry, and shouts of flooding armies were heard after.

The great queen took the crown sitting on the throne and wore it on her head.

"This is it."

And she smiled.

...

News of the semis of the twilight ragnarok flew far and wide. Earning the attention of spectators from every corner of the land of dawn.

All of them knew that the battle between team C and Team D would be the best battle for the tournament.

The magic academy was filled with people of different races, religions, and nationalities.

Meanwhile, inside the coliseum's preparation room. Team C prepared themselves for battle. Everybody taking a deep breath.

"Lesley, we can back out." Harley held Lesley's hand, worrying about what might happen.

"I know, but we must never fail theagic academy." Lesley tightened her grip of Harley's hand.

Soon, their moment was stolen when the ground started to shake a bit.

Cries and shout from outside were heard.

Everybody ran out of the coliseum to inspect.

Lesley climbed up the wall of the magic academy.

There she saw the ground was of no green, but of white and black.

There were antlike troops marching towards the academy.

Lesley aimed her rifle at the center of the troop.

She saw a cavalier, with physique of great leadership.

Gord went right beside her. "Remember the skeletons?"

Lesley frowned. "What's their purpose?"

"The orb pf course."

Soon, a voice thundered. "The orb, or your life?"

Gord went tp the king on his surfboard.

"Ypur majesty?"

The king went inside the throne room, inviting all the other leaders inside. Only 8 out of 15 majesties were present.

"The fortress of despair declares war." The king smashed his fist on the table.

"I thought she wanted to launch the twilight ragnarok. Well, I request for your help."

"Of course." Aurora smiles. "Wait for us." She then leaves the throne room through teleportation.

"The allied forces of Antoinerei, Lab 1718, Moniyan Empire, Eruditio, Iga, and Mahar Pura offers help." Tigreal spoke as he and the other 5 leaders left.

Vale then stood and spoke. "My apologies, but the Valley of the winds refuses to get involved in a war of any sort.

And he left.

"Gord!" The king called Gord and with serious eyes, he declared. "To war, we march."

...

The lord of the abyss was cloaked in even more shadows than before. Swirling fiercefully.

"Wait for the victor to emerge, and that's the time we shall proceed." He spoke.

Alice nodded as she grinned. Earning much more confidence for her chosen side.

"We shall define the outcome. And we shall conquer."