CHAPTER 8.3: NIGHTMARE

High on the mountain top, a fire burned with shimmering light, marking the beginning of the war between the two empires. The atmosphere became tense, but also very quiet, like a chorus of waiting and readiness.

Alaric, the general of the Zayking army, stood leaning against a nearby tree, his eyes sharp, sparkling in the darkness. "This is the time for us to prove our bravery," he said, his voice very tough but also filled with determination.

Meanwhile, at the Hadraqa army's tent, general Mahdi stood in front of the battlefield map, with cold iron eyes and a determined look. "Make us winners in this," he urged, his tone filled with determination.

The moment passed quietly, but in the air, everything was moving towards a historic confrontation. The cheers and murmurs of the mercenaries and the gurgling sound of water at the foot of the mountain create a love song of waiting and anxiety.

Finally, the sun began to rise, marking the beginning of the war. Both armies began to move, with unwavering determination and courage. The sounds of footsteps and soldiers exhorting each other create a loud, powerful rhythm, like a piece of music gradually rising.

The battle begins, and history will decide the winner.

The morning sunlight had just begun to shine, but it wasn't enough to melt the tense atmosphere on the battlefield. The roar of the soldiers, the flapping of leaves, and the murmur of the nearby river created a harsh symphony, like war music created by the devil of war itself.

On top of a hill, the Zayking soldiers stood ready, with unyielding determination and unfailing bravery. Meanwhile, Hadraqa's soldiers from afar began to approach, they arranged into tight ranks and were ready to fight.

As both sides approached each other, the sounds of clashing swords and missiles began to resound. The shouts of victory and the cries of injustice merged into the rhythm of the ongoing confrontation.

The strength and determination of the Zayking soldiers faced the ferocity and determination of the Hadraqa soldiers. The two sides constantly attack and defend, creating a fierce and uncompromising confrontation.

The roar of the horses and the screams of the mercenaries signaled pain and despair. Blood and tears mix together, creating a bloody and emotional scene.

Yet amid the chaos and distraction, there are images of courage and unwavering determination. Brave warriors on both sides still stood firm and continued to fight, despite all the difficulties and dangers that threatened.

However, in another corner of the battlefield, there is another event taking place. A group of mercenaries, portraits along with a powerful magician, are silently entering a fighting position. Despite the war between the two factions, they have a separate goal and do not want to be discovered.

During the standoff that lasted more than an hour, the battle became more fierce and brutal than ever. Both sides poured all their strength and determination into the confrontation, there was no way back. The echoes of the collisions between weapons and hidden weapons became increasingly clearer and harsher, like a music of death war gradually progressing.

The Zayking soldiers, under the command of lord Alaric, resisted the onslaught of the Hadraqa soldiers, led by general Mahdi. Both sides lost many men and blood and blood spread across the battlefield, creating a scene of despair and chaos.

Under the tense atmosphere of war, as the allies fell more and more, Alaric, the general of the Zayking soldiers, stood at the front of the allied army, ready to lead them through fierce challenges. on the battlefield. The battles have made his temperament more resilient, and ready for the bad things that are about to happen, "we, we need to withdraw" Alaric shouted.

However, in the chaos of the battlefield, a strange explosion suddenly rang out, causing an unexpected fear. "What the hell is going on here?" Alaric's sharp gaze suddenly saw the horror of an inexplicable phenomenon: giant cracks opened along the land, threatening to sweep all life into the ground. Under the feet of the friendly army they were extremely small, but after reaching the enemy army they suddenly became large and exploded.

Staring at the horrifying scene before him, "oh my god!" Alaric felt like he was having a nightmare.

"Let's get out of here right now!" An urgent decision must be made. Alaric called up the general and commanders to inform them of the danger they were facing. Together, they must find a way to lead their soldiers out of a land filled with expanding rifts before they cause unforeseen disaster.

The turn of events caused the defeated Hadraqa to flee to preserve the few remaining forces,

"Is the general okay?" A hand reached out to support Alaric as he fell to his knees panting, "I guess the Mahdi has retreated safely, perhaps a large part was wasted..."

The mysterious mage covered his face with a red hood, watching the battle from afar with a mysterious smile.