In the second day, the Grizzly Tank stood in their tents, silently watching the Thallerion palace. "Let's end this!!!" The Moonatorians shouting. "We're tired waiting here ...You... king of Thallerion... Accept the challenge or we will not stop....destroying all the districts in Thallerion!"
While the king of Thallerion seated on his throne, his wound has still pain. He stood up and watched them as he heard them. Me, as king Cerceux, I believed, there is no storm could halt the Thallerion's joy before, but now look at our situation, my people was wounded, their peace was now shattered like a broken glass in the ground.
"My king... don't listen to them!" The queen was worried, her eyes hinted with dread, as if the challenge has a blade in her sight. He is wounded, yet the Moonatorians wanted him to fight?
"I can't just let my countrymen suffer, and batter by the Ursa beasts." He answered. I can testify, how strong the Ursa beasts are, the claws of king Hedromus, was like a burning ember that slitting on my chest. The king was dragged by the. Queen back to his chair, then, his mind was thinking.
"Your majesty...the three districts was already attacked...many Thallerion citizens were wounded and killed." The Chief Commander said.
"If you will not accept the challenge... I'm afraid, their attack will continue." One of the minister said. Thallerion people will suffer bitterly.
"My husband was wounded .... Can't you see his situation...? Do you think he can fight with a beast like king Hedromus?" Her eyes was furrowed in indignation. I am not agree!
The king understand his wife but as long as the situations were getting worse, and his wound; he know, it will be difficult to fight against those beasts. But, his people was severely battered. Many were killed mercilessly.
"That's enough... My Queen Xurien Wrez...I can't let those beasts attack our people continually." The king stood upright, then he face at the corridor and observed the Moonatorians. Maybe it was time to end this! His mind seemed like walking through the battlefield.
Thallerion's stalwart defenses crumbled, crunching like bones beneath the bears' ravenous fangs. Walls shattered as the gluttonous, fur-fatted beasts crawled through the breaches, tearing at the very heart of Thallerion.
If only I had the power, to control these Ursa beasts, I will restrain them like a pet! He saw the Moonatorian's warriors moving forward. But how can we defeat them? They are beasts! The king said on his mind.
With every stride, dust billowed from their arrogant movement. Moonatorian soldiers' weapons, too, yearned to taste Thallerion's blood, yet those beastly-bear warriors needed only their primal claws and fangs. Moonatorian warriors were capable to use the ability of metamorphosis, where they were capable of transforming from human to grizzly bear, their bestial strength astonished Thallerion's beleaguered soldiers.
Xerxez, stood in the protruding floor watching the Moonatorian's savagery. He could not help him to understand the reality infront of him. For I , also can't understand how the Ursa's warrior doing it? He only know it is the ability that came from the entity of Ursa, the blood of Moonatorian.
"Father, why Moonatorians can transform into beasts?" young Xerxez asked, his voice trembling with a child's raw fear. "Those Four-legged beasts, the man said, were truly real!" He mumbled.
Who told him about the Four-legged beasts? Maybe my father told him a story , but he didn't name it, grandpa, so I think another person told him that thing, maybe old people in the Bellatrix guild?
His brows poke at his head, staring at the boy.
"Those are Ursa beasts." The king replied, his voice a grim pronouncement. He stood nearby as he patted his shoulder. They both watched the Moonatorians.
"Ursa beast...?" The boy was intrigued. Ow, I get it... That was the beast, Mr Martheuw Cereun talk about. He concluded, mentally.
"Yes..they possess formidable strength because the Ursa entity is within their very soul, infesting them, like the merging of two souls into one monstrous whole. A synergy!"
***
King Cerceux eyes, filled with insurmountable worries as he saw his wife and son in front of him. He breathed deeply.
If only I could awaken my full potential that Orion bloodline within my veins, maybe...I could guarantee a safe place for my family in difficult time like this. He thought.
"I wish the Orion entity would return and protect his chosen people from that Ursa!" The queen's eyes gazed relentlessly upon the brutal battlefield, a beacon of desperate hope.
"Mother, how truly powerful is the Orion?" Xerxez asked, clutching his simple bow, a toy in the face of such overwhelming might.
"He was a powerful entity back then, a celestial guardian." She recounted, her voice tinged with sorrow, "but after he was gone, his people in Thallerion became weak. The generations forgot the fighting skills, grew slow in strategic planning, their spirit dimmed."
"I don't believe Thallerion has forgotten Orion's gift!" the boy cried, his voice breaking through the clash of steel like a clarion call. "Look—our hands still remember!"
He thrust out his palm, and light surged—blazing into the shape of a bow, solid and shimmering like sapphire fire. The glow lit his face, fierce with conviction. "We can summon weapons, we can fight as hunters! That is who we are! Not weaklings waiting for pity!"
The boy's breath came fast, but his words rang truer with each heartbeat. "They are the ones who abandoned us—not Orion, not our blood. We are Thallerion, born with strength in our marrow, born with skill carved into our veins. Grandpa told me: a true warrior's power is not in the Orion's gift, but in the heart that dares to wield it!"
The king stared at his son, struck silent. The boy's words—raw, burning, unpolished—cut deeper than any council's wisdom. He saw not just a child, but the spark of a leader his father could scarcely imagine.
At last, Cerceux spoke, his voice low but carrying, as if confessing to the battlefield itself. "This war is not about entities, not about forgotten protectors. It is about who we are, and who we choose to be. Your grandfather was right, my son… and you remind me why Thallerion still breathes."
The king declared, his voice resonating with newfound valor as he faced the chaos of the battlefield. "Orion is in our heart, fight with all your might! We are beast-hunters, we are fighters, and we are Orion's people!" He drew a deep, valorous breath.
This time, his people must learn to fight with all their heart, now the king of Thallerion step closer to the protruding floor, watching his people, some were still fighting, and some were holding their weapons, "but this time, I, as their king must speak, to encourage everyone to fight, and understand, who Thallerion are?" He said on his mind.
"Listen everyone, we are Thallerion, and Orion is with us! Believe it yourself is a true power of a hunter! Fight with all your Might!"
At that very instant, the Moonatorian soldiers scoffed, their laughter sharp and hollow—yet it died on their lips when the ground itself seemed to thrum beneath their boots.
The Thallerion warriors roared, not with fear but with defiance, their voices weaving into one thunderous cry that split the air like a war-drum struck by the gods. And then it came—a shiver of light, faint at first, dancing in their eyes like sparks on water.
In the blink of a heartbeat, that spark ignited. Their gaze burned with a fierce, ethereal blue, as though a fragment of Orion's forgotten flame had returned to them. A radiant glow crawled across their flesh, enveloping them until their plain armor shimmered, then cracked apart like a husk—reshaping into gilded suits wreathed in golden fire. Behind each warrior, a halo unfurled, spinning like a sunwheel, casting long arcs of holy brilliance across the battlefield.
Their weapons blazed with transformation—spears lengthened, edges honed to a flawless gleam, jeweled in runes that pulsed as though alive. Shields burst with sigils, their crests blazing, and arrows glowed like meteors ready to descend.
The air itself bowed beneath the weight of their awakening. The once-weary soldiers now stood as a living phalanx of celestial hunters, their breathing one, their hearts one, their minds fused into an unbreakable singularity. For the first time in generations, the Thallerion were no longer merely fighting—they were ascending.
And the Moonatorians, once mocking, now shifted uneasily, for before them stood not mortals with steel—but a people reborn in the likeness of the legends they had long mocked as dead.
"Look, Father—they are stronger now!" Xerxez gasped, his eyes wide with amazement.
"We feel it!" the soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the battlefield with a war cry that defied despair itself. They surged forward like an unstoppable tide of berserkers, spears flashing, blades striking, their very bodies radiant with borrowed fire. Every obstacle was crushed beneath their charge, every shield splintered like glass. The Moonatorian soldiers, once mocking, now froze in disbelief as the furious onslaught of Thallerion carved through their lines. Terror replaced arrogance; their frontier crumbled under the storm.
From her vantage, Queen Xurien gripped her chest, her breath caught between awe and dread. "My king… Orion's awakening—it is functioning!" Her voice trembled, almost prayerful. "But no… it flickers. I fear they cannot hold it. The awakening is weakening."
And it was true. Though the soldiers shone with divine brilliance, their glow was not steady—it wavered, faltered, like flames starved of air. This generation could not bear the weight of the power. Their strength, though staggering, was fleeting—only a loan from eternity, destined to fade. Unlike the ancestors who had fought with inexhaustible might, gods of war clad in mortal flesh, these warriors held only fragments of that glory. Hours passed, and one by one the radiance bled from their forms. Their armor dimmed. Their spears dulled. The miracle unraveled.
"They believe it is because Orion is absent," the queen whispered, sorrow darkening her eyes. "Without the Constellar to anchor them, the power will always slip away."
The king clenched his fists, his eyes burning—not with despair, but with fierce, desperate hope. "No… it is not Orion who failed us. It is we who neglected the responsibility." His voice grew, echoing like a vow. "If only we can learn to restore the awakening… if only we can rekindle the true gift… then my soldiers will be unstoppable. Then Thallerion will rise again."
Meanwhile, the dagger's voice whispered within Xerxez's mind, steady as steel. "Your bloodline slumbers. It must be trained—only through discipline of spirit will Orion's awakening truly rise again."
The boy's eyes lit with sudden remembrance. "Dad—Grandpa once told me… we could reach full awakening if we trained our spirit energy. He said there was a place—where our ancestors lived, outside Thallerion."
The king's breath caught. His gaze sharpened with sudden clarity. "That's it! I remember now—there were people who never abandoned the old practice. They called them… the Elders of Wendlock!" His hand clenched into a fist, renewed fire sparking in his eyes. "If Thallerion learns once more to wield spirit energy… then perhaps Orion's gift will awaken in its fullness!"
The queen hesitated, doubt sharpening her voice. "But, my king… what of the Cyprioxians? You know their creed. They despise the Elders of Wendlock."
"They have not answered us," the king growled, his jaw tight with fury. "We sent a messenger, begging their aid—yet no word, no step, no hand offered! And still we wait, while Thallerion bleeds!" His eyes blazed as he turned to her. Then he drew in a sharp breath and forced calm back into his tone. "No more waiting." He turned toward the ranks. "Chief Commander!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the commander barked.
"Gather an elite band. Find a safe passage to Wendlock, no matter the cost. If the path exists—carve it. If it does not—make it."
"As you command!" The commander raced off, barking orders to his captains.
Across the battlefield, the Moonatorian warriors had begun to falter, shifting uneasily as the shimmer of Thallerion's half-awakened power rippled across the field. Some stepped back, muttering, fear creeping into their voices. "Orion… has he returned?"
But upon his bulbous chariot, King Hedromus only laughed—a deep, rolling sound that carried across the chaos. He rose, his immense form casting a shadow over his trembling men. "Fools!" he thundered. "Do you truly fear this flicker of light? King of Thallerion—do you believe this fragile awakening can stand against the Moonatorian's true secret power?"
His eyes burned with cruel delight as he pointed his thick hand toward his rival. "Orion's gift is nothing! No Constellar stands equal to me. My strength is not borrowed—it is born of dominion. And I will grind your awakening beneath my heel!"
"What now is your another secret? Are you transforming into another beast?" The king of Thallerion furrowed. "He has another secret?" He murmured. "Why don't you transform into a goat, perhaps your obesity might leave you!
"Hahahha, a goat?" The king of Moonatoria chuckled, pondered. Hmm? Nice try.
"My king, don't ever try to let him closer to you once more...he is dangerous!" The queen said, in that very moment, she stood in the side of the king.
"Hahahha," the king of Moonatoria just scoffed loudly. "Come hither, and I shall prove to you, my inner power." His four legs stumped forward.
***
The awakening was not done yet, Thallerion soldiers weapons ability was powerful against normal Moonatorians.
"Thallerion soldiers!!!! Attack him!" All the Thallerion soldiers were regaining with new strength, their grips on the weapons, became stronger. The hands of the soldiers were flaring with blue light like a glove, every touch at weapons, the weapons were sharpen two times, and their shield become durable like stone, that even the claws of Moonatorian beasts were merely sparkling.
GRAWWRRRR!!!! The Moonatorian's beasts felt that the soldiers were indeed strong, every whoosh of a sword, their skins were slit painfully. There on the ground, Thallerion soldiers slaughtered ten bears, simultaneously. Other were growled in protest by the severe wounds. Yet, even with the rekindled spirit of Thallerion soldiers, their strength was still no match for the beastly might, especially against King Hedromus, a formidable enemy, chosen by the Constellar-Ursa entity as its worthy champion. Many throughout Moonatoria recognized him as a violent king, blessed with immense strength from the gods of heaven, particularly from Ursa's primal ferocity. However, the king proved that his skill didn't originate from another being; he was no ordinary king, but a force of nature unto himself.
King Hedromus's warrior beasts stood, in the center of the battlefield, their fur-feathered skins, start smoking like it was burning within, then, they unleash a maelstrom of flame, casting it into the very heart of the battlefield where Thallerion's soldiers faced their bitter fate against Moonatoria.
"So, this is what, your trying to say...a secret inner power!?" King Cerceux shocked. "I thought, our reawakening ability can now stop them...but, Ursa beasts was indeed powerful." He was bothered within his mind, knowing that their new found strength was still weak against king Hedromus.
"Hahahha, they are belong to the flame Ursa beasts, some are ice, some are woods, and some are earth type Ursa beasts!" He said arrogantly, but the king of Moonatoria still not showcasing his true power. "I told you ... Thallerion were no match against us!" Moonatorian soldiers regain a scornful mirth, they laughed again like frog croaked when the rain was poured out. "Accept the challenge and we will stop chasing Thallerion."
Then, the insatiable flames consumed the entire forest, bringing with them the stench of defeat and the spilled blood of soldiers whose armor, the color of blue flower, became mere fuel for the hell Moonatoria had wrought.
While the Ursa Wood Moonatorians, relentlessly pursued Thallerion soldiers through the ancient forest, a terrestrial domain for all earthly-type wood Ursas. Gasping trees could be seen, consumed by the intense blaze created by clashing shields. No one could foresee the future, so dire was the present. Even the sun recoiled, twisting in fear at the destruction of lives by war. Yet, amidst the chaos, the loud shout of a Moonatoria Pawn's word emerged, mocking their demise.
"Your majesty...we have a survivor, but many were killed by the green Ursa." He rushed, panting. "The survivor said, there was a group of green Ursa beast like a wood type Ursa, ambushed them." The king of Thallerion eyes dropped and inhaled deep heavily, he keep his lips closed as tight as seashell.
"Such a bad news." The queen heart beat like there was a heavy stone inside her chest. But, despite the situation, her eyes stay positive. " Did he found a safe route?"
"Aye your majesty...but...he was wounded, but the map specialist was now assessing him, to get the information."
"We must find a way out to escape from the Moonatorians. To secure our family, and children of Thallerion." The King of Thallerion said.
"Well, if there is only one option, I would rather choose to save my family, first." The king thought, even though, his mind saying it is a selfishness but those bear warriors were surrounded his kingdom, there is no mercy etched on their ferocious face. Escaping out there has little chance, like a narrow needle hole.
"I had no choice , but to accept the challenge of the Moonatorian's king." The king said to everyone in the throne. "king Hedromus, a king who had a unique language with an archaic accent to be exactly. I know, this is the right way to culminate this chaos, but I don't know if I could do it?" He thought. The boy was there listening.
"Dad, you're just a human—you can summon a sword, a shield—but what about them?" Xerxez's voice cracked as he spoke, his small hands balling into trembling fists. The chill wind bit through the open archway, stinging his cheeks as he watched his father—the King of Thallerion—stand tall and unmoving at the threshold.
Each gleam of polished steel, as the king drew the sword and tested its balance, flashed like a heartbeat of light across the chamber's walls—and each pulse carved deeper into the boy's chest.
"Father… this isn't right," Xerxez whispered, his words barely louder than the quivering of the torches. "Please—don't go out there."
Behind him, the Queen stepped forward and gently pulled him close, her arms wrapping around his shoulders like a fading warmth against the creeping dread. Her eyes glistened as she watched her husband's silhouette—unyielding, solemn, crowned by the pale glow of dawn breaking through the window.
The King turned at last, his gaze steady, his voice a quiet storm. "It is time… to face the beast." The weight of those words rippled through the room, through the council, through every soldier listening beyond the door. "The council has spoken—the path has been chosen. No one else can bear it." He paused, sheathing the sword with slow precision. "No one… but me."
He stepped closer, his heavy hand resting on Xerxez's small shoulder. The touch was warm, but the message behind it colder than steel. "My son," he said softly, "when your time comes—when age and burden meet in your hands—remember this: if someone calls for your help, do not turn away. Stand for them, even when your knees tremble. That is what it means to be a king."
Xerxez swallowed hard, tears threatening. "I—I'll remember," he said, voice shaking. "But… Dad—"
"Go," the king cut gently, a firmness veiled in tenderness. "Go with your mother. And whatever you do… do not set foot on that battlefield. Do you understand me?"
"But Father—it's dangerous! The bears are still there!" Xerxez burst out, desperation breaking through. His gaze fell to the king's hand, now gripping the hilt of not only the sword—but a gleaming silver gun, ancient and strange, its runes faintly aglow like captured lightning.
The weapon hummed softly, alive with dormant power.
The King followed his son's gaze and gave a faint, weary smile. "Yes… dangerous indeed. But the danger is mine to bear." He turned, the hem of his cloak whispering across the stone floor. "You and your mother—your place is within these walls, where hope still lives. Mine lies beyond them, where hope is fading."
And as he stepped into the light, the doorframe seemed to swallow him—his figure dissolving into the horizon where the roar of beasts echoed faintly through the morning mist.
Xerxez stood frozen, clutching the queen's hand. "He's going to fight them alone…" he whispered.
The Queen's voice was a trembling hush. "Your father was born for such storms. Pray, my son—pray that Orion's light will guide him back."