The palace gates shattered.
Flames devoured the once-proud city behind them, black smoke rising like funeral pyres. Screams echoed through the streets—the last remnants of resistance collapsing.
The Valkary stepped through the ruins, their boots crushing broken marble. The palace, the heart of the kingdom, was about to fall.
No survivors.
No mercy.
Only conquest.
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THE LAST STAND OF ROYALTY
The royal guards had fortified the grand hall.
Banners of the fallen kingdom still hung above them, but their proud insignias were already tainted with blood.
The King stood at the throne, his golden armor dented, his sword unsteady.
His wife and children stood behind him, fear in their eyes.
He knew the truth.
They had lost.
Yet, when the throne room doors burst open, he raised his blade one last time.
Modred stepped forward, crimson eyes cold.
The King gritted his teeth. "I won't let you—"
SLASH.
The King's words died in his throat.
Blood sprayed across the throne room floor.
His body hit the ground.
His crown rolled away, stained red.
The Queen collapsed, sobbing.
The royal guards trembled. Their strongest had fallen in an instant.
Modred barely spared the body a glance.
"Take the civilians," he ordered. "Kill the rest."
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THE FALL OF A DYNASTY
The Valkary moved in like executioners.
Dante cut through the knights, his black lightning flashing through the air, reducing them to ash.
Fenrick's fists shattered armor, sending bodies flying into the shattered walls.
Xeraniel hovered above the battlefield, his gravity distorting reality itself—crushing warriors into the marble.
Arthur's blade carved through the palace halls, precise and deadly.
The Queen screamed as the last guards fell.
A prince **tried to run—**only for Xeraniel's hand to tighten into a fist.
The boy floated into the air—then crumpled under an unseen force.
The last princess collapsed to her knees, trembling.
She stared at Modred, tears spilling from her eyes.
"...Please," she whispered. "Spare me."
Modred looked down at her.
"...No."
His blade swung.
And the royal family was no more.
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THE CITY BURNS
Flames consumed everything.
Buildings collapsed, their wooden structures reduced to smoldering ruins.
The streets were filled with bodies—some soldiers, some civilians, all part of the same massacre.
The surviving citizens were rounded up, forced into chains.
Arthur watched silently as children clung to their mothers, crying.
Xeraniel smirked. "They should be grateful we're keeping them alive."
Dante crossed his arms. "They won't be for long."
Modred stood atop the palace steps, watching the kingdom he had just erased.
Smoke filled the sky.
The first conquest was complete.
He turned to his squad.
"We move at dawn."
The Valkary vanished into the flames.
Behind them—a kingdom crumbled into nothingness.