Magic and The rebellion of the nobles

Year 1625 (January)

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This chapter contains graphic and explicit descriptions of violence and gore. The content may be disturbing and is not suitable for all readers, especially those with a sensitive disposition or weak heart. Please proceed with caution.

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Two years had passed since King Evan received the knowledge of magic from the god, Solarian. During this time, Evan managed to progress in his magical studies, reaching the apprentice mage stage. He kept a low profile, focusing on learning spells and accumulating mana within his body.

However, things took a dramatic turn during a kingdom affairs meeting. King Evan, having mastered several powerful spells, decided to reveal his newfound abilities. In a display of power and a action to let the noble clans know who is the master, he incinerated Lunio, the head of the influential Inlori great noble clan. Lunio had been instrumental in manipulating Evan into a puppet king. With this bold action, Evan shattered the chains of puppetry and asserted his independence as the true ruler.

Year 1625 (January)

The death of Lunio at the hands of King Evan sent shockwaves through the noble community. Lunio's son, Hunio, was consumed with rage and thirst for revenge.

He quickly organized a meeting with the heads of the other noble clans. During this gathering, Hunio spun a narrative that King Evan's newfound magical abilities were derived from the ancient scrolls of the barbarians, which Evan had inherited from his grandfather, King Edwin.

Hunio proposed a united rebellion against King Evan, suggesting that once they overthrew the king, they could divide his magical powers among themselves. While some clans were hesitant to join the rebellion, fearing Evan's magical prowess, the majority were swayed by Hunio's persuasion. They began to secretly plan their uprising, believing that no single individual could stand against tens of thousands of soldiers.

Year 1625 (February)

The rebellion led by the noble clans against King Evan had escalated dramatically. More than half of the noble clans joined forces, declaring the formation of a new entity - the Inlori Kingdom.

They publicly denounced King Evan as a tyrant, claiming their rebellion was a noble effort to end his oppressive rule.

In response, an infuriated Evan commanded all royal army units stationed throughout the kingdom to converge on the capital, preparing for an inevitable conflict.

Year 1625 (March)

The military might of both the Aurion Kingdom and the newly formed Inlori Kingdom had grown significantly. Each side had amassed an army exceeding 100,000 troops, a number that continued to rise as they forcibly enlisted commoners into their ranks. The situation was dire, with no one willing to risk neutrality in this escalating conflict.

Noble clans that had chosen not to participate in the rebellion aligned themselves with King Evan. They informed him of the rebels' intentions to assassinate him and seize his magical powers. 

Evan was also starting to get scared as he is just a apprentice mage, his powers were insufficient to confront thousands of enemies. The thought of defeat terrified him, especially the prospect of falling into Hunio's hands, who would undoubtedly seek vengeance for his father's death and covet Evan's magical knowledge.

Year 1625 (May)

The battlefield was set for a monumental clash between the Aurion and Inlori kingdoms. Each side fielded around 120,000 troops, bringing the total combatants to a staggering 240,000 - more than half of the east's population.

The chosen battleground was historically significant and ominous: the very site where the historic war between barbarians and humans had taken place decades earlier.

This location, now a vast graveyard, was home to the remains of over 150,000 fallen beings. The soil, damaged and considered cursed, was avoided by the living, making it a fitting stage for a war of such magnitude.

As the two armies, along with their commanders, took their positions on this hallowed ground, the tension was palpable. Both sides were aware of the immense scale of the conflict ahead, and the high stakes involved.

year 1625(May)

 First day of the War

The battle between the Aurion and Inlori kingdoms was a gruesome and brutal affair, marked by the harsh realities of medieval warfare. As the two massive armies clashed on the desolate battlefield, the air was filled with the sounds of clashing steel, war cries, and the agonized screams of the wounded and dying.

The ground quickly turned muddy with blood and viscera, as soldiers from both sides engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat.

The field was littered with dismembered limbs, severed heads, and entrails, painting a horrific picture of the war's savagery. The once grassy plains were now a grotesque tapestry of human carnage.

Arrows rained down from the sky, piercing through armor and flesh with deadly precision. The wounded fell to the ground, writhing in pain, their blood seeping into the earth.

Many lay helplessly, calling out for aid that would never come, as the battle raged on around them.

The heavy cavalry of both sides charged into enemy lines, their horses' hooves trampling the fallen. The sickening crunch of bones being crushed underfoot echoed across the battlefield.

Knights and soldiers, locked in combat, hacked at each other with swords and axes, their faces splattered with blood, some unrecognizably disfigured by the brutality of the fight.

The screams of horses and men blended into a nightmarish chorus. Soldiers who were caught under the stampede of retreating or charging troops were crushed to death, their bodies becoming unrecognizable masses of flesh and armor.

In some areas, the fighting was so intense that soldiers were pushed into the mass graves of the previous war, their bodies joining those of the long-dead warriors. The stench of death and decay hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the battlefield's history.

As the day wore on, the casualties mounted. Both sides suffered tremendous losses, but neither was willing to retreat. The field became a chaotic maelstrom of death, every soldier fighting not just for victory, but for survival in the midst of this hellish landscape.

By the end of the first day, the casualties were staggering. Estimates suggested that each side suffered around 30,000 dead or wounded, 

The second day of the war

The second day of the battle between the Aurion and Inlori kingdoms dawned, bringing with it an intensified level of brutality and gore that surpassed the horrors of the first day.

As the sun rose, casting its light over the grisly battlefield, the weary and traumatized soldiers prepared for another day of slaughter. The ground, soaked with blood and littered with corpses, made for treacherous footing. Many fighters stumbled over the remains of their fallen comrades, their boots slipping in the viscera and gore.

The air was thick with the stench of death, a putrid mix of blood, entrails, and decay. Flies swarmed over the bodies, and crows circled overhead, their caws a sinister soundtrack to the unfolding carnage.

The battle resumed with a renewed ferocity. Trebuchets from both sides thundered, sending many gaint stones arcing across the sky. They landed with devastating impacts, tearing through ranks of soldiers. Limbs were ripped from bodies, and men were reduced to unrecognizable mounds of flesh and bone.

The sounds of clashing swords and desperate cries filled the air once more. Soldiers, driven by fear and a primal instinct to survive, engaged in close-quarters combat that was even more savage than the day before. Men were disemboweled, their guts spilling out as they fell to their knees. Heads were smashed in with maces and war hammers, brains and blood splattering the attackers.

In one horrific incident, a group of soldiers was doused in boiling oil, their screams piercing the din of battle as their flesh cooked and blistered. Others were impaled on pikes and left writhing in agony, their blood dripping down the shafts.

The combatants, many already injured, fought amidst a landscape of mutilation and death. Severed limbs, decapitated heads, and eviscerated torsos created a grotesque tapestry of human destruction. The ground became so slick with blood and innards that soldiers slipped and fell, some becoming easy prey for their enemies.

As the day wore on, the brutality only intensified. Fighters resorted to biting and clawing at each other, faces contorted in rage and pain. The wounded, unable to fight, crawled among the dead, their moans and pleas for mercy lost in the chaos.

By the time night fell, the battlefield was an apocalyptic vision of hell. The dead numbered in the tens of thousands, a sea of mutilated bodies that stretched as far as the eye could see. The survivors, haunted by what they had witnessed and inflicted, were left to contemplate the unspeakable atrocities of war, their souls forever scarred by the bloodshed.

The casualties on the second day were even higher than the first, with each side losing nearly 40,000 more soldiers to the relentless and merciless violence. The scale of death was unimaginable.

The third day of the war

On the third and final day of the cataclysmic war between the Aurion and Inlori kingdoms, the battlefield, already a nightmarish landscape of carnage, descended into a realm of unspeakable horror. The dawn broke, not with the promise of light, but with the ominous shadow of the ultimate confrontation.

The ground was a grotesque tapestry of mutilated corpses, severed limbs, and disemboweled bodies from the previous days of fighting. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the stench of rotting flesh. Flies swarmed over the decomposing remains, and the cries of the wounded echoed hauntingly across the field.

As the two armies faced each other, a tense silence fell. Then, with a suddenness that shattered the quiet, King Evan of Aurion appeared on the battlefield, his presence like a dark tempest. His eyes blazed with a fierce determination, and his body radiated an aura of power. On the opposite side, Hurion, leading the rebels, emerged with other clan heads, their faces twisted in hatred and resolve.

The battle erupted with a fury that dwarfed the previous days. Soldiers charged, screaming war cries, their desperation and fear fueling their savagery. The clash of steel rang out as swords and axes found their targets, spilling blood in fountains of red.

Evan, wielding his newfound magical powers, unleashed hell upon the rebels. Flames erupted from his hands, incinerating scores of enemy soldiers. The air was filled with the screams of the burning, their flesh charring and blackening as they writhed in agony.

Hurion and the clan heads, seeing the devastation wrought by Evan's magic, charged forward, cutting down anyone in their path. The battlefield became a frenzied whirlpool of violence, with every combatant locked in a struggle for survival.

The gore and brutality reached a fever pitch. Soldiers were gutted, their intestines spilling out onto the blood-soaked earth. Heads were cleaved off, rolling away with eyes still wide in shock. Limbs were hacked off, leaving their owners to bleed out in the mud.

In the midst of this hellish scene, Evan and Hurion finally clashed. Their duel was a maelstrom of fury and hatred. Evan, despite his magical prowess, was severely wounded, losing an eye and an arm in the brutal exchange. But in a final, desperate act, he summoned a colossal inferno, engulfing Hurion in a sea of fire. The rebel leader's screams pierced the air as he was consumed, his body disintegrating into ash.

As Hurion fell, the remaining rebels lost their will to fight, their leader's death breaking their spirit. The tide turned in favor of the Aurion kingdom, and the remnants of the rebel army were swiftly cut down or surrendered.

It is estimated that only about 20,000 troops from both sides combined survived the ordeal. This means that approximately 220,000 soldiers perished in the conflict.