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Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love in the Shadows of War

"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!" ................................................................................................................................................................... " ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said ................................................................. *** MATURE CONTENT*** warning After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her. As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response. The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed. ........... " come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding " no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

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Chapter 71:Title: Veil of Deceit: Unraveling Truths in the Mystic Chaos

Prince Rogba teleported to Ida's clan residence.

"You're here," Arẹwa said, putting up her earring in front of the mirror. "Aren't your maids helping you?" Prince Rogba inquired. "Everyone is still recovering from the mystic berserks and climate chaos last night. It's like the earth paused for a moment. Tell me what happened on the battlefields because I sense victory. Did you invoke the gods to win the battle?" she asked.

"Yeah, the witches performed forbidden magic and ordered them to destroy it. I had no choice but to use the mystic berserks," Prince Rogba explained, his face filled with worry. Arẹwa, noticing his unwell state, moved closer. "What happened, love?" she asked. "The general is missing after the climate chaos, and I think the witches have him. They may use him for bargaining. Open the portal to their realm," he said.

"I'll do that now," she said, casting her spell. As the portal appeared, the prince thanked her, his voice fading away.

"What do you want again?" the queen witch asked, noticing Prince Rogba's presence. The other witches came to protect their queen. "You look weak; you're still recovering from yesterday's war. I am here to collect what you took from us," he declared. "We took nothing. You have to return my magical ancient staff; its absence makes us vulnerable. We could be attacked by other forces who don't want our existence. My prince, keep your promise," the queen stated.

"I will if you bring the general here," he replied. "What! We don't have him," the queen protested. "How can I trust you when you betrayed my father and supported our enemies?" he asked, moving closer with a dangerous aura. The witches were weak and scared. "I swear and am telling the truth..." Before she could finish, she was already trapped on her throne. "Queen!" the witches charged towards him, but they stopped as she ordered.

"Where is he?" Prince Rogba's voice echoed through the entire palace. "I don't have him, but I can show you what happened during the mystic berserks caused by the gods," the queen said, and he freed her. She moved to a sphere-shaped mirror, chanting her spells. Scenes unfolded from when Prince Rogba invoked the gods: thunderstorm, heavy rain, winds colliding, chaos, destruction, and everyone falling. The rain was scorching hot, the enemies perishing, spiritual forces vanishing, and spells breaking. The witches were unable to fly or disappear, trapped in the winds. The general, covered in blood, crawled desperately out of the battlefield. The magic mirror shape shattered, vanishing into the air and returning to its normal form. "What just happened?" the prince asked, bewildered.