Chapter 11 : Giel's Awakening
Giel was still in a daze, his body burning with pain and his mind consumed by the words the monster had said to him: "You are the son of Kiwan." This phrase echoed in his head, shaking him to his core. He tried to remember how he ended up in this situation. The last thing he recalled was his fierce battle with the giant monster in the forest. Now, in this dark and mysterious place, he felt something strange; something deep within him had changed.
Giel slowly rose from the ground. He looked around, but all he could see were dark shadows and the distant sound of growls. The monster that had addressed him was still there, but it wasn't attacking. Its glowing eyes were still fixed on Giel, waiting for a reaction from him.
Giel spoke in a hoarse and strained voice: "Kiwan... my father? What are you saying?"
The monster replied: "Kiwan... he has prepared you for a great destiny from the beginning. You are the heir to his power and legacy. What lies ahead of you is beyond your imagination, but you must know the truth about your father and your path."
Giel, with confusion and anger, asked: "My father? What is it that I don't know about him? Why did he never tell me anything?"
The monster laughed: "Kiwan always wanted you to find your own path. He prepared you so you could walk the road that awaits you, with strength. But to know everything, you must return to the land of your ancestors, and there, you will face truths you never imagined."
At the same moment, in the land of Nova, the people were still reflecting on the victory of the Demon Warrior and the Prince over the shadow attacks. Despite the apparent defeat of Arya, the Demon Warrior still felt a deep unease in his heart. He said to the Prince: "Arya might return. We can't be sure that he's gone for good."
The Prince nodded with concern: "Yes, but right now we must give hope to the people. Nova needs a period of peace and rebuilding."
The Demon Warrior nodded in agreement, but in his heart, doubt lingered. Was this battle really the end of Arya, or was he somewhere in the shadows waiting for a chance to return?
Giel, still in the dark and mysterious place, suddenly felt an invisible force lifting him from his position. His vision blurred again, and the distant growls gradually faded away. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a new place. The surroundings were filled with tall trees, and sunlight filtered through the branches, casting light on the ground. He still felt pain, but this time his mind was focused on one thing: finding the truth about his father, Kiwan.
Giel slowly stood up and took a step toward his unknown destiny. He knew that from this moment on, nothing would be the same. The secrets that had been hidden were about to be revealed, and he would have to be ready to face them.
Chapter 12: The Ancestral Land
After his conversation with the mysterious monster, Giel, with his mind full of unanswered questions, set off towards his ancestral land. He knew that to uncover the truth about Kiwan, he had to confront his father's past. The place the monster spoke of was a distant and legendary land, one that Giel had only heard about in stories.
Giel headed north. The harsh nature and towering mountains reminded him of his childhood memories. Giel thought to himself that perhaps his father had always been by his side.
After days of traveling through forests and mountains, Giel finally arrived at the stone gates of his ancestral land. This land was said to be the origin of Kiwan's hidden powers and his family's legacy. The gates opened automatically, and Giel stepped into a world that seemed both strange and incredibly advanced, yet oddly familiar. The air was cold and heavy, and every corner of the land was filled with history and memories of the past.
At the center of this land stood a massive, ancient castle that appeared to have been uninhabited for years. The castle was a symbol of the power and heritage of Kiwan's family. Giel took a deep breath and walked toward the castle, his heart filled with anxiety and a burning desire to uncover the truth.
Inside the castle, Giel found a dark room, its walls adorned with paintings and images of his ancestors. He moved towards the center of the room, and suddenly, a transparent virtual image of Kiwan, his father, appeared before him. The image seemed as though Kiwan had been digitally placed there, programmed to speak with Giel.
"Giel, welcome here," Kiwan's voice was deep and powerful, yet soft and calming. "I know you have many questions in your mind."
Giel: "Are you really my father?"
Kiwan: "No, my son. I am only a digital form I prepared for you, in case I am gone one day, most likely when you come here."
With a trembling voice, Giel asked: "Why did you choose an ordinary life? Why did you never tell us the truth? Did mother know?"
Kiwan: "My ordinary life was a choice to protect you. I didn't want you to get involved in the powers and family battles. I decided to keep you away from the hardships and dangers, and let you live a peaceful life."
Giel: "Father, why is your land so advanced? I have never seen such things before."
Kiwan: "Because, my son, we are not from Earth. Our ancestors migrated from a planet called K-P-R a thousand years ago. Well, my son, here we must say goodbye. This is our final meeting."
Giel: "Why, father? Where are you going? What's happening?"
Kiwan: "The virtual form will dissipate."
Giel: "But it hasn't even been half an hour!"
Kiwan: "Yes, because from the moment you were born, I had recorded this, even so that you wouldn't use it. The virtual form will dissipate. If you want to learn the truth, you must become the president of the Kalys Kingdom. There, you will understand all the truths and learn about your power. Goodbye, my son, take care of yourself."
With tears in his eyes, Giel said: "Wait, father, don't go!" But the virtual image of Kiwan disappeared.
Now, Giel had to continue his journey. He decided that he would uncover all the truths about his ancestors and his father. In order to reach the country his father had spoken of, he needed to go to a place his master had mentioned: the Crystal City. There, he would have to find someone named Tarcon.
Chapter 13 : The Search for Tarkon
Gil, with a mix of nervousness and hope in his heart, made his way toward the city of Blorine. The new revelations about his father, Kiwan, and his family legacy were guiding him toward a new path. This time, he was not only searching for the truth about the Half-Faced Devil but also for his own destiny and the hidden powers within him and his father.
On the way, Gil encountered beautiful natural landscapes and various challenges. He crossed dark forests and passed towering mountains. With every step, he felt that something greater than himself was taking shape. He recalled Kiwan's words: "If you want to understand the truth, you must become the president of Kalis." The sentence lingered in his mind.
After days of travel, Gil finally arrived in Blorine City. A city filled with life, advanced technology, and natural beauty. The streets were full of colorful lights and lively sounds. However, within this city, Gil felt that something was being hidden.
Gil looked around carefully; Blorine City was unlike any place he had ever seen before. Glass skyscrapers and crystalline structures with intricate geometric designs sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, mesmerizing all who looked upon them. People in colorful clothes and electronic wear moved swiftly through the streets, each lost in their own world, but with an inexplicable harmony.
Something ordinary, yet strange, seemed to be present. Gil paid more attention to the details around him—voices of men greeting with robotic tones, women using advanced devices to shop, and young people playing and conversing through holograms. Still, there was a cold, subtle silence among the happiness and bustle of the people.
In the midst of his walk, his eyes caught one of the glowing advertisement posters mounted on the side of a building. The poster featured the image of a mysterious face with lifeless eyes and an intense stare that seemed to gaze directly at Gil. Beneath the image, a faint and dark inscription read a cryptic message:
"Everything you see is not the truth."
Gil felt a shiver in his heart, and his curiosity was piqued. He continued on his way towards the city's center. There, a massive statue of a being with broken wings and a sword in hand stood, with the people of the city gazing at it with respect. However, Gil sensed that this statue was more than just a work of art, perhaps a symbol of hidden power or a warning of an impending danger.
As he looked around, an old man in a black robe with a red scarf walked past him slowly and muttered under his breath:
"In this city, no one is what they seem, traveler. Keep your eyes open, though you may see something that will transform you."
Gil paused for a moment, glancing back at the old man, but he was gone, as if he had disappeared into the crowd. Gil felt as though he had entered a complex game, a game whose rules he did not yet understand.
His mind began to form more questions, but deep inside, he sensed that this city knew something about his past, something he had to uncover at all costs.
With a heart full of questions and curiosity, Gil continued on his path and turned into one of the narrow, shadowy alleys of Blorine City. Suddenly, a soft and whispering voice reached his ears. He followed the sound carefully and found a woman with black hair, dressed in simple yet radiant clothing, leaning against a wall.
The woman gave him a deep and mysterious glance, and in a soft, enticing voice, she said:
"We've been waiting for you for a long time, Gil."
Gil, surprised and a little frightened, asked:
"How do you know me? And why do you think I should be here?"
Without looking away from Gil, the woman replied:
"There are things in this city that ordinary eyes cannot see, and you are one of the few who can perceive the hidden truths."
She slowly extended her hand and handed Gil a small piece of paper. On the paper, only one word was written: "Underground."
The woman continued:
"The answers you're looking for are hidden in the old underground of this city. But you must know, every answer you obtain comes at a cost."
Before Gil could ask another question, the woman disappeared, as if she had never been there.
Gil clenched the paper in his hand and decided that he must find the underground. He didn't know what awaited him there, but he understood that it was the starting point for uncovering the secrets of Blorine City and perhaps even his own past...
Gil proceeded without delay toward the old underground of the city. The dark, cold hallways led him deeper underground, where the stone walls and the sound of dripping water created an eerie atmosphere. The old lamps barely illuminated the path, but Gil kept going.
At the end of one hallway, he saw the same mysterious woman waiting for him. She gazed at him with a calm yet intense look and said:
"I thought you would be braver than this, Gil. But seeing you here is no surprise."
Gil took a deep breath and stared directly into her eyes:
"I'm looking for someone named Tarkon. I know you can tell me where to find him."
The woman smiled mysteriously and, in a calm tone, said:
"Tarkon... a name rarely heard around here. If you truly want to find him, I can lead you to him. But you must understand, nothing is free in this city. If you want to know his location, you must pay the price."
Gil, with a serious and determined look, asked:
"What do you want?"
The woman narrowed her eyes and, in a mysterious voice, said:
"Money. The amount you must pay to hear valuable information here. Tarkon is someone who lives in the shadows, and to find him, you must be ready."
Gil looked around. He had some coins in his pocket, but he wasn't sure if that amount would be enough. He thought to himself about how important Tarkon was and whether this price was worth it.
After a moment of contemplation, Gil raised his head and said calmly yet decisively:
"How much do I need to pay?"
The woman stepped forward slightly and said:
"A thousand coins. But this amount is only for learning his whereabouts. If you want to know more or meet him, the price will increase."
Gil felt fear and doubt stir within him, but he was determined to continue on this path. He took some coins from his pocket and handed them to the woman.
The woman carefully examined the coins, then said:
"Tarkon lives in a cave atop the Blorine Mountains. He stays out of sight, and only those who dare approach him can seek the truth from him."
She looked at Gil with a deep gaze and added:
"Remember, he is someone who cannot be easily seen by anyone. So be prepared, and be ready for whatever may come."
Gil thanked the woman gratefully and, with a deep sense of resolve, made his way out of the underground. He knew he had to prepare for his encounter with Tarkon and was not afraid of the dangers that awaited him...
Chapter 14: The Great War in Tretor
In the mountainous land of Tretor, the roar of cannons and the cries of warriors echoed across the vast plains. This country, known for its military strength and unparalleled combat skills, was regarded as one of the most powerful lands. The people of Tretor took great pride in their warriors, each of whom was ready to sacrifice their life to protect their homeland.
At the heart of the battlefield stood Grant, the brave and intelligent commander of Tretor. With a weapon in hand and unwavering determination on his face, he was easily distinguishable among his troops. Grant knew that today, the fate of his country rested in his hands.
Their old enemy, Hivala, had recently invaded Tretor's borders. A grand and decisive battle was unfolding. The Hivala army, armed with gleaming blades and modern war equipment, advanced towards Tretor's forces. Grant shouted with a commanding voice:
"We cannot allow the enemy to seize this land! Today, we must fight with all our strength!"
The warriors of Tretor, full of power and resolve, charged toward the enemy. Weapons clashed, and the battlefield was filled with dust and blood. Grant, with skill and courage, led his army into battle. He knew that if Tretor was to emerge victorious, they had to stand united.
The battle between Tretor and Hivala raged on for seven days, with both sides striving to gain the upper hand. As the days passed, the courage and determination of Tretor's warriors allowed them to withstand Hivala's relentless attacks.
Finally, after a week of fierce and merciless combat, Grant and his soldiers triumphed over Hivala. With the enemy defeated, Grant and his army marched back to their homeland, their hearts filled with joy and pride in their victory.
Grant knew that this victory was not only a testament to Tretor's strength but also to the unity and sacrifice of all who had fought in the war. With hope for the future, he made his way home, ready to be honored as a hero in the victory celebration of his people.
Chapter 15: Arrival in Tretor's Capital
After weeks of intense battles and a glorious victory, Grant and his soldiers finally arrived at the capital of Tretor. The city of Solaris, with its towering walls and grand spires, stood as a symbol of the nation's strength and magnificence. Known for its stunning architecture and bustling streets, the capital always appeared radiant and full of life.
At the city's entrance, Tretor's banner fluttered proudly in the wind. The people, with joyful faces and hearts filled with hope, lined the streets to welcome their heroes. Waving colorful flags and chanting celebratory slogans, they cheered for Grant and his soldiers.
Solaris was not only the political center of Tretor but also its cultural and economic heart. Bustling marketplaces, shops filled with vibrant goods, and numerous tourists who visited the city all reflected its prosperity and lively atmosphere. The people of Tretor took immense pride in their champions, honoring them with love and admiration.
As Grant and his soldiers marched into the city, the cheers of the crowd echoed through the streets.
"Long live Grant! Long live Tretor!"
The people shouted, moving forward with joy and respect toward their commander.
Grant, smiling, expressed his gratitude to the crowd, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and joy. He knew that this victory was not just the result of his efforts but also the sacrifice and bravery of all his soldiers and the unwavering support of Tretor's people.
Among the crowd, city officials and government leaders had also gathered to greet them. Their faces radiated happiness, and their eyes gleamed with admiration as they welcomed Grant, preparing to honor him as a national hero.
Upon reaching the city center, a grand victory celebration was held in the main square. The people, filled with excitement, eagerly awaited Grant's speech. He stood ready to address the bravery and unity of all those who had contributed to this triumph.
Chapter 16: The Search for Tarkon
After the grand victory celebration in the main square, King Grant felt the weight of responsibility heavier than ever on his shoulders. The people of Tritor looked at him with eyes full of hope, and he knew that this victory was only the first step on an uncertain path to the future.
As Grant stood atop the podium, the joyous cheers of the people echoed through the air. With a calm and resolute expression, he looked over the crowd and addressed them:
"My friends and fellow countrymen! Today, we celebrate a great victory. But we must not forget that behind this triumph, many challenges and dangers still lie ahead. We must remain vigilant and be prepared to defend our land at all costs."
He spoke of the bravery and sacrifices of his soldiers, emphasizing the importance of unity and solidarity among the people of Tritor. He reminded them that this victory was only a part of their journey and that they must strive for an even brighter future.
After the speech, Grant returned to his chamber in the royal palace. He knew that now was the time to embark on the search for Tarkon. Tarkon was a mysterious and powerful figure, rumored to hold knowledge that could aid Grant in the battles to come. But at the same time, seeking him out posed its own risks.
Through his initial investigations, Grant discovered that Tarkon had last been seen in the city of Blorin. He immediately ordered his advisors to gather more information on Tarkon's whereabouts and his potential significance.
"We must find out where Tarkon is and what role he may play in our future. He could be the key to our coming victories, but we must approach this matter with great caution," Grant told his advisors.
After hours of discussion and analysis, it was confirmed that Tarkon resided in hidden locations within Blorin, making it a delicate and strategic mission to locate him.
Determined to uncover the truth, Grant made the bold decision to personally travel to Blorin, leaving the kingdom under the temporary rule of his younger brother, Prince Arya. He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with new challenges, but his unwavering commitment to protecting Tritor and its people propelled him forward.
Chapter 17: Journey to Blorin
King Grant of Tritor, fully equipped and accompanied by some of his finest soldiers, prepared for his journey to Blorin. At dawn, as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, he and his companions set out on their path. The road ahead was long and filled with challenges, but Grant's determination made every obstacle seem insignificant.
Before leaving, Grant appointed his brother, Prince Arya, as the temporary ruler in his absence. He turned to Arya and said, "While I am away, you must protect the kingdom. Take care of Tritor and its people, and lead them well until I return."
Arya nodded solemnly, assuring his brother that he would uphold this responsibility. Grant knew that Arya's intelligence and competence would allow him to safeguard the kingdom during these critical times.
Throughout the journey, Grant reflected on the recent battles and victories they had achieved. He understood that to secure these triumphs, he needed greater knowledge and strength. Tarkon, a figure rumored to possess deep understanding of monstrous forces, could be the key to their future success.
After days of travel, Grant and his soldiers finally arrived at the gates of Blorin. The city was renowned for its breathtaking natural beauty and remarkable architecture. However, as they approached, Grant sensed a dark shadow looming over its splendor. He knew that within this city, secrets lay hidden—secrets he needed to uncover.
Upon entering the city, Grant quickly became the center of attention. Some people recognized him as the victorious king of Tritor and whispered his name in admiration. Yet, at the same time, others eyed him with suspicion and uncertainty.
Determined, Grant wandered through the streets, searching for clues about Tarkon's whereabouts. In a narrow, dimly lit alley, he encountered an elderly woman named Mara. She was once one of Tarkon's advisors and possessed valuable knowledge about him.
"Tarkon is a man of extraordinary power, but he never trusts anyone easily," Mara said, gazing at Grant with piercing eyes. "If you wish to find him, you must offer him something of value."
Without hesitation, Grant asked, "What must I offer him?"
Mara responded, "Tarkon does not seek wealth or power. There is only one thing he values: freedom. If you wish to meet him, you must prove that you are willing to risk everything to save someone from danger."
Determined to uncover the truth, Grant resolved to investigate further and gather any information about the threats looming over the people of Blorin. He knew that this knowledge could be the key to finding Tarkon.
With unwavering resolve, Grant pressed forward in his search, prepared not only to locate Tarkon but also to confront the hidden dangers lurking within Blorin. For him, this was more than just a mission—it was an opportunity to uncover the truth and aid those in need.
Chapter 18: A Fateful Encounter
Mara revealed the same location to Grant that she had given to Gil. Grant thanked the old woman and left. Meanwhile, Gil, wandering alone through the noisy, crowded streets of the city, was searching for someone who could guide him to Mount Blurin. That mysterious and perilous mountain was a place where only those familiar with the terrain could navigate safely to its peak.
Following the advice of the woman who had directed him to a restaurant, Gil arrived at the establishment, said to be owned by Reese Gang, a man rumored to know the secrets of Mount Blurin.
As he stepped inside, the warm, bustling atmosphere filled with the chatter of people and the aroma of food surrounded him. Looking around, he saw that all the tables were occupied. Then, his eyes landed on a man sitting alone in a corner, eating.
Gil approached him and asked in a calm voice, "Excuse me, all the tables are full. May I sit here?"
The man raised his head and stared at Gil with a deep, unreadable gaze. That man was none other than Grant.
Without much reaction, Grant nodded and said, "Yes, please."
Intrigued by Grant's demeanor and composed presence, Gil cautiously asked:
Gil: "Are you also a traveler in this country?"
Grant: "Yes, I am. I just arrived. Are you a traveler too?"
Gil: "Yes, I am. I'm searching for someone."
Gil: "Why are you traveling in this country?"
Grant: "I'm also searching for someone."
Gil: "Interesting. So we both share the same goal."
Grant: "It seems so."
Gil: "What's your name?"
Grant: "My name is Grant. And yours?"
Gil: "My name is Gil."
Grant: "Nice to meet you."
Gil: "Likewise, Grant!"
Grant: "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal. I must go. I have things to do."
Gil: "Of course, no problem. I hope you find the person you're looking for."
Grant: "Thanks. You too. Goodbye."
Gil: "Goodbye."
Thus, Gil and Grant met for the first time.
After Grant left, Gil approached one of the waiters and asked about the restaurant's owner, Reese Gang. The waiter guided him to Reese Gang's office.
Meeting Reese Gang
Behind his desk sat Reese Gang, a giant of a man, towering at nearly three meters tall. His rough face bore a deep scar, a testament to a past filled with battles and struggles. His eyes held an intimidating sharpness, making even the bravest men hesitate. With a rough, gravelly voice, he asked:
"What do you want?"
Without hesitation, Gil replied, "I heard you can take me to the peak of Mount Blurin. I need someone who knows the way."
Reese scoffed, looking at Gil with a mocking stare. "You? With a prosthetic leg and one eye? You think you can survive the dangers of Mount Blurin? That place is death itself. I've seen many like you claim to be ready, only to disappear forever."
Gil, angered by Reese's words, narrowed his eyes and stood up firmly. "Do you want to test my strength?"
Without warning, he lunged at Reese. With a swift, powerful move, he slammed Reese—one of the most feared and strongest men in the land—onto the ground.
Reese, initially stunned, gradually smirked. He murmured to himself, "This power… Could he be the son of Kiwan?"
Impressed, Reese finally said, "Alright, you've proven yourself. I see that you have endurance. Be ready by tomorrow. There is one more person joining us."
Gil, surprised, asked, "Someone else?"
Reese cast a deep glance at him and, without further explanation, motioned for him to leave his office.
Chapter 19: The Path to the CrystalMountainAn Unexpected Encounter
The next morning, Gil was unexpectedly confronted with a familiar yet shocking face—it was none other than Grant. This sudden meeting left Gil confused, as he never expected to see him again under such circumstances.
Surprised, he asked, "Are you also looking for someone in the Crystal Mountains?"
Grant, with a calm yet serious expression, replied, "Yes, it seems we're both searching for someone hidden in these mountains. But it appears our goal is more than we originally thought."
This conversation created an unspoken bond between them; both were travelers stepping onto a perilous path with hope and curiosity.
Nir, the guide introduced by Rhys Gang, waited for them in silence. Dressed in thick clothes and carrying a backpack that seemed packed with essential supplies, he stood by the trail.
Rhys Gang, with his usual stern and emotionless face, addressed Gil:
"If you're as strong as you claim, these mountains shouldn't be a problem for you. Nir will guide you. But know this—the path will bring anyone to their knees."
Gil glanced at Nir's face and asked, "How many times have you traveled this path?"
Nir, in a quiet but serious tone, replied, "More times than I can remember, but each time is different. The Crystal Mountain holds secrets that always surprise us."
Gil nodded and looked at Grant, who remained silent, observing everything.
Their small group of three slowly made their way through the hills and winding paths toward the Crystal Mountains. The air grew colder, and the wind became stronger. Nir skillfully navigated through narrow trails and slippery rocks, while Gil and Grant struggled to keep up with his pace.
Along the way, Nir pointed to an area where the rocks were unusually intertwined and piled upon each other. He said, "This is a sign that we're getting close to the summit. This place is not safe; some who have attempted to reach here never returned."
Gil carefully examined the rocks and muttered, "So this is where the true power of nature reveals itself."
Halfway through their journey, they were suddenly caught in a violent storm. Strong winds and thick snowflakes battered their faces. Nir led them toward a shelter carved into the rocks.
Shivering from the cold, Gil asked Nir, "You know this path better than anyone, but how did you predict this storm?"
With a weary and dark expression, Nir responded, "Nature is always merciless. You must be prepared for anything. If we survive, perhaps you'll understand more."
After spending the night in the shelter, they resumed their journey early in the morning. As they neared the peak, Nir stopped and told them, "This is the last point I can accompany you. From here on, you must go on your own."
Gil looked up at the summit, where darkness and thick mist loomed over it. He turned to Nir and said, "Thank you for guiding us this far."
With a calm voice, Nir replied, "Be careful. This mountain leaves no way back for those who seek power." Then, glancing at Grant, he added softly, "I hope both of you make it out of this alive."
As Nir walked away, Gil and Grant continued toward the peak. The natural forces and endless dangers of the Crystal Mountain revealed themselves, but both were determined to reach the summit—where the hidden truths awaited them.
Chapter 20: On the Brink of Truth
Gil and Grant, with unwavering determination and newfound trust in each other, made their way through a rugged path filled with steep slopes and jagged rocks. The thick fog surrounding the Crystal Mountain's peak was so dense that barely any light could pass through it. Both knew that despite the countless dangers ahead, a truth awaited them—one that they had to face with courage.
After hours of trekking, they suddenly arrived at a concealed space within the mountain. The natural walls formed a chamber that only a select few could access—an enigmatic place that held the answers to their deepest questions.
Standing in the center of the chamber was an old man, dressed in dark robes, his piercing eyes filled with wisdom. He was the one Gil and Grant had been searching for—the Guardian of the Crystal Mountain, a man who possessed knowledge of the past and the fate of the future.
This man was none other than Tarkon, the very person they had spent weeks tracking down.
Gil and Grant stepped forward.
"Who are you?" Gil asked.
The old man remained silent for a moment before replying, "I am Tarkon."
Grant exhaled in relief. "We've finally found you."
Tarkon studied them intently. "And why have you been searching for me?"
Grant introduced himself. "I am the King of Traitor. I have come seeking your aid. My kingdom stands on the brink of destruction. The demonic beasts are preparing to invade, and with the limited forces we have, we cannot stand against them. I beg you—not just for myself, but for my people. We need your help."
Tarkon remained silent.
Gil then spoke up. "I am a disciple of Yar. My master sent me to find you, and he gave me this letter to deliver to you."
Tarkon took the letter, read it, and then tucked it into his robe. Without a word, he turned away and started walking.
"Where are you going?!" Grant called out. "You haven't answered us!"
But Tarkon didn't respond.
As Gil and Grant watched him leave, strange noises echoed around them. They turned to see grotesque creatures—short, hunched figures with sharp weapons—emerging from the shadows. Their snarling faces were filled with hostility.
Gil murmured under his breath, "What in the world are these things?"
Grant, tense and alert, asked, "How do we get out of this? I don't see any way to escape."
Gil took a deep breath, his mind racing. "We have to trust ourselves. Yar always said our greatest strength lies in our strategy."
As one of the creatures lunged at them, Gil swiftly leaped against the wall, using it as a foothold to propel himself toward the attacker. With precise movements, he seized the creature's weapon and used it to cut down several more.
Grant, impressed by Gil's agility, found new resolve. He charged forward, striking down enemies, clearing a path through the horde.
Then, from a shadowed corner, Tarkon's voice rang out.
"This way! It's your only chance!"
Gil and Grant sprinted toward him, but the creatures moved swiftly, blocking their path.
Panting, Gil turned to Grant. "They won't let us through. We need a plan."
Grant scanned the chamber, his mind working quickly. Then, he had an idea. "If we bring down the walls, we might be able to trap them!"
Gil nodded in agreement. Together, they began striking at the nearby stone walls. Cracks formed, widening with each powerful blow. The creatures, oblivious to their strategy, rushed toward them.
With one final strike, the walls collapsed, burying the creatures under a cascade of rubble.
Wasting no time, Gil and Grant dashed toward Tarkon.
The old man observed them with a small but approving smile. "Impressive. But that was merely the first test."
He pointed to a dark tunnel ahead. "Now, you must pass through this passage. On the other side, a far greater danger awaits you."
Gil muttered, "Something worse than this?"
But without hesitation, he stepped forward, with Grant following close behind. As they entered the tunnel, eerie whispers and distant wails echoed around them. It felt as though they were stepping into the heart of darkness itself.
Gil whispered, "Yar always said, 'These are the moments that separate heroes from victims.'"
Then, in the dim glow of flickering flames, a massive shadow emerged.
A towering beast with twisted horns and glowing crimson eyes.
From behind them, Tarkon's voice carried through the darkness.
"If you wish to reach your goal, you must defeat him. This is the final guardian."
Chapter 21: The Beast from Within the Walls
Gale and Grant, panting heavily, entered the dark corridor. The cold and eerie atmosphere seemed to trap the whispers and spirits of the past. The dim flames of the torches cast flickering light on the rough stone walls, making the shadows dance mysteriously, as if they were alive, waiting for the right moment to strike.
With a voice mixed with courage and fear, Grant asked, "Can we really defeat this beast?"
Gale gave a faint smile and replied, "Since childhood, I was taught that courage is the only way to overcome fear. Master Yar always said that if I ever faced such a moment, instead of retreating, I should fight with all my might."
Just as Gale finished speaking, a massive shadow emerged before them—a beast with hardened skin, twisted horns, and glowing red eyes. As it roared in fury, the entire corridor trembled. Grant glanced at Gale and said, "Now what?"
With unwavering determination, Gale drew his sword from its sheath and said, "There's only one way—facing this creature head-on."
The beast charged at them, shaking the very walls with every strike. Gale and Grant skillfully dodged its attacks, but they felt the pressure mounting with every passing second. Gale shouted, "We need to find its weak points! Because of its size, it can't move fast. If we can target its vulnerable spots, we have a chance."
Grant nodded, carefully observing the beast's movements. He soon noticed that it was slower on its right side. Signaling to Gale, the two launched a synchronized assault on that side. The beast attempted to strike back, but its massive size made it slow to react. Seizing the opportunity, Gale delivered a powerful blow to the creature's knee.
The beast let out a deafening roar and staggered backward. Grant swiftly fired arrows at its weak points. Their perfectly coordinated attacks continued until the beast, overwhelmed by its wounds, collapsed to its knees.
Gale took a deep breath and said to the creature, "This is the end for you." With a final strike, the beast let out one last agonized cry before falling lifeless to the ground.
Just as the beast perished, Tarkon reappeared with a cryptic smile and said, "Congratulations. You two have emerged victorious from the final trial. Now, you are ready to face the forces of darkness."
Still catching their breath after the intense battle, Gale and Grant exchanged looks filled with determination. They knew this was only the beginning of their long journey.
Chapter 22: The Price of Strength
After the grueling and breathless battle with the colossal beast, Tarkon looked at Gale and Grant with a satisfied gaze. He stepped closer and said,
"You two have succeeded. You've demonstrated both your strength and your courage in this trial. Now, you've reached a level where you can take part in far greater battles."
Tarkon turned to Grant and continued,
"Grant, you possess a powerful force within you. Because of your loyalty and bravery, I will join you in your fight against the monsters and dark forces invading your homeland."
Grant's eyes lit up with excitement.
"This is a great honor for me, Tarkon. With your help, we'll have a much better chance to protect our country."
Tarkon then turned to Gale, his tone more serious.
"And you, Gale... if you truly want deeper training and greater skills, you must come with us to this war. That is my only condition for teaching you."
Gale paused, deep in thought. He knew this was a turning point. If he wanted to unlock his true potential, he'd need to face the battlefield and endure the hardships and dangers of war. With his resolve firm, Gale looked at Tarkon and said,
"I accept. If this is the price I must pay to grow stronger, then I'm ready to go to war."
Tarkon gave a small, satisfied nod.
"Very well. Prepare yourselves—for this battle will be brutal and relentless. Only the bravest will survive it."
With firm conviction, Tarkon told them,
"This war will be your ultimate test. Not just of strength—but of will, and perseverance."
Grant, visibly concerned, asked,
"What kind of creatures are we going to face? Are we truly ready for such a battle? And how do you know these dangerous beings are invading my country?"
Tarkon shook his head solemnly.
"These beings are far more dangerous than anything you've faced so far. They not only possess immense physical power, but wield magical abilities as well. Without a strong will and an unbreakable spirit, you won't survive. And… I can see glimpses of the future."
Gale, now even more determined to learn and grow, asked,
"What will I learn in this war?"
Tarkon approached him slowly, eyes sharp and focused.
"You will learn how to stand against your fears… how to use your abilities to their fullest… and how to fight for others, even when escape is the easier path."
He then placed both hands on the shoulders of Gale and Grant and said with unwavering strength,
"The time has come to prepare yourselves for the hardest and longest journey yet. We leave at dawn. Until then, rest and ready your minds for what lies ahead."
Gale and Grant, burdened by the weight of their decision, left Tarkon and made their way toward their resting place. They both knew that from this moment on, nothing would ever be the same again.
Chapter 23: Into Tretor and the Shadow of Betrayal
At dawn, the sun rose slowly behind the towering mountains, casting golden light across the vast plains ahead. Gale and Grant, having joined Tarkon, stood beside their robotic horses, ready to depart. A heavy silence hung in the air—a blend of anticipation and unease.
Tarkon glanced at both of them and said,
"This journey is not just a path to the battlefield—it's a test of your spirit and will. Remember, not every battle ends in victory. Sometimes, simply surviving is a triumph in itself."
Grant replied with a serious look,
"I'm ready. We can't allow demons and monsters to turn our homeland into ruins."
Gale, still battling doubts within himself, gave a firm nod.
"I'm coming too. This journey is a chance for me to reach what Master Yar envisioned for me—and maybe, finally gain the strength to protect those I love."
Tarkon offered a small smile, then mounted his horse. He pointed toward the winding mountain path ahead.
"Then let's begin. Today marks the start of a journey that will lead you into a war both great and final."
The three set off, entering the twisting mountain trail. A cold, fierce wind struck their faces, and with each step, the sense of marching toward destiny grew stronger. Along the way, Tarkon began teaching them important lessons—combat tactics and the art of using inner energy.
"In battles against demonic creatures," Tarkon said, "physical strength alone is not enough. You must learn to harness your inner energy—and control your emotions. Fear and rage can empower you—but if you fail to master them, they will turn against you."
Gale listened intently to every word, silently vowing to absorb all the knowledge he could. Grant also listened eagerly, occasionally asking questions about strategic techniques and battlefield scenarios.
By sunset, they arrived at a small village nestled among the mountains. Tarkon decided they would rest there for the night and regain their strength. The villagers, with anxious faces, informed them of an imminent attack by monsters in the nearby region.
Gale looked into the worried faces of the villagers and made a quiet vow to protect them at any cost. The weight of that responsibility pressed down on him—but it also fueled his determination.
That night, in the quiet village under the stars, Gale, Grant, and Tarkon sat around a fire. Tarkon spoke softly,
"This journey is not just about fighting. It's about becoming strong enough to truly protect your homeland. Remember—no one becomes a hero without paying a heavy price."
Gale, filled with fire and resolve, made a silent promise to give everything he had to grow and learn on this journey. He knew that tomorrow—and the days to come—would be filled with challenges that might push him to the edge of his endurance and strength.
Chapter 24: The Fall of Tretor and the Prince's Betrayal
After days of grueling travel through treacherous paths, Gil, Grant, and Tarkon finally arrived at Grant's homeland—Tretor. But what lay before them was far from what Grant remembered. The once fertile lands, lush trees, and vibrant homes had turned into a wasteland. Buildings stood half-destroyed and cloaked in ash, while aimless, grief-stricken people wandered through the ruins. Their faces, hollow and broken, bore the marks of a proud nation now steeped in sorrow.
Grant, struggling to accept what he was seeing, stepped forward and asked one of the villagers with a trembling voice, "What happened? Why has our land become like this?"
But the people simply glanced at him and silently walked away. No one answered. The wounds etched into their hearts were too deep to speak of.
Witnessing these heartbreaking scenes, Gil sensed a darkness far more sinister lurking in the land. He quietly stepped closer to Grant and said, "Grant, we need to go to the palace. Maybe the answers we're looking for are there."
With that decision, they made their way to the royal castle. Once a symbol of majesty and strength, it now stood in silence and despair. At the gates, Grant noticed none of the familiar guards remained. He walked in, heavy with worry.
In the grand hall, a familiar yet bitter face awaited them. Prince Arya—Grant's brother—sat upon the throne, flanked by monstrous beings radiating malice and violence.
Arya greeted them with a cold smile and said, "Welcome home, brother. Unfortunately, the home you once knew no longer exists."
Grant stared in disbelief, his voice trembling, "Arya… you've sided with the monsters? Why? What happened to you?"
Arya slowly stood and replied cruelly, "For power, brother. This land needed a ruler, not someone chasing kindness and mercy. The monsters hold sources of power you can't even imagine. I joined them to take control of this land and build an eternal reign."
Grant, unable to comprehend his brother's betrayal, felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. He wanted to scream, but words caught in his throat.
Gil stood silently beside him, unsure how to comfort his friend—shocked by the cruelty and treachery laid bare.
Tarkon, calm and seemingly informed, looked at Arya with a piercing gaze and said without fear, "Arya, I knew you were chasing power long ago. But know this—every power comes with a price. And one day, you will pay it."
Arya smirked mockingly, "You old man know nothing of power. I am now the absolute ruler of this realm. Nothing can threaten my dominion."
Tarkon shook his head gently and said with a cryptic tone, "These words may seem meaningless to you now… but truth always finds its way."
Grant, eyes filled with tears and rage, turned to Gil and Tarkon and declared, "We can't let Arya continue this betrayal. This land needs us."
Tarkon looked into Grant's eyes and said, "This path will be difficult. But if your will is strong enough… then we can fight to bring justice back."
Chapter 25: Oath to the Blood Spilled in Vain
As Grant stepped out of the palace, a heavy weight of sorrow and betrayal pressed against his heart. It was hard for him to believe that his own brother, Arya, had allied with monsters and betrayed their homeland. The shock of seeing Arya still lingered within him, but what lay before his eyes now was a far deeper and more painful blow.
Around the palace courtyard, a haunting and tragic scene had unfolded. Tall trees and palace walls were covered with the lifeless bodies of princes and nobles—once proud members of the great and glorious families of the kingdom. Royal flags fluttered in the wind, and a heavy silence dominated the grounds, a silence that seemed to cast a shadow over all signs of life.
Grant's face froze in grief; this scene was beyond his imagination. As his breath quickened, he moved forward, and with each step, memories of his joyful childhood with these very princes flashed through his mind. Each of these bodies had once been part of his family and his friends—those who had grown up alongside him and shared days of happiness.
Gil and Tarkon followed quietly behind him. Gil, having once witnessed the massacre of his own family, could deeply understand what Grant was feeling. He looked at Grant and saw tears and a boundless sorrow in his eyes—a sorrow even Gil could barely comprehend.
Tarkon, gazing solemnly at the corpses, murmured under his breath, "Arya committed this atrocity for power. But these scenes... they are the true cost of his greed and betrayal."
Grant, with tear-filled eyes, walked toward one of the bodies nearby and knelt. It was a close friend from his childhood—someone who had always stood by his side and supported him through dark days. Now, lifeless and cold, he lay there—a victim of his brother's ambition and betrayal.
He gently placed a hand on the shoulder of the corpse and whispered, "Forgive me... I wasn't here to protect you. Or the others."
Gil quietly approached him and said, "Grant, we have to be stronger. This cruelty and betrayal cannot go unanswered. We must fight for justice—and keep the memory of our loved ones alive."
Shattered by sorrow and rage, Grant slowly lifted his head and looked deeply into Gil's eyes. He was no longer the man paralyzed by his brother's treachery; in his eyes now burned a steady flame of resolve and vengeance.
Tarkon stepped closer to both of them and said, "This path is harsh and filled with pain, but we must move forward—for those who lost their lives and for the future of our land. Now is the time to stand together and bring this tyranny to its end."
With a firm, resolute voice, Grant responded, "I swear it—Arya will pay the price for his betrayal, and justice will be served for all of them."
Chapter 26: A Nation on the Edge
The morning they arrived in the betrayed land of Traitor, the air was cold and dark. Grant, Gil, and Tarkon moved away from the ruined castle toward the main square. Once the heart of the kingdom—filled with energy and life—the square now lay shrouded in fear and mistrust.
People stood scattered throughout the area, faces marked by sorrow and anxiety. When they caught sight of Grant, some of them lowered their heads—perhaps out of shame, or maybe fear. They had once looked to him as their savior, but now, he seemed like a defeated man carrying the burden of his brother's betrayal.
Tarkon looked at Grant and said, "These people trust you. You were their hope, and even now, in these darkest of hours, they're still waiting—for justice."
Grant nodded and slowly stepped into the crowd. With a shaky yet resolute voice, he spoke:
"All of you who have gathered here... I know these have been days of suffering. We've been shadowed by betrayal, destruction, and injustice. But I swear to you—I will fight for our country. I will bring justice for you all."
Suddenly, a voice rose from among the crowd. A man shouted:
"You are Arya's brother! How can we trust you? Maybe you're one of them!"
The words pierced Grant like a dagger to the heart. But he stood tall and replied firmly:
"I know it's hard to trust me. But I've dedicated my whole life to this land and to all of you. This time, I fight for the blood of every innocent soul we've lost. I fight beside you—not as a prince, but as one of your own."
Tarkon stepped toward the skeptical man with calm but sharp eyes and said:
"Sometimes, even in the depths of darkness, there are lights we must believe in. I've chosen this path with Grant and Gil, because I know his heart is not tainted by his brother's treachery."
Gil, who had been silently standing until then, stepped forward and said in a firm voice:
"The three of us have sworn an oath—to rid this land of monsters and betrayal. This fight is not just about justice. It's about restoring hope to all of you."
Gil's words sparked a flicker of hope in the crowd. A woman, her eyes filled with tears, spoke out:
"If your intention is truly to save us, then know—we stand behind you. But if there's betrayal in your hearts, this land will never accept you."
Grant, Gil, and Tarkon looked at the people, their eyes burning with resolve. Grant felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He was no longer alone. Despite their pain and doubt, these people were still willing to stand with him—and fight for their homeland.
Sensing the renewed strength in the people's gaze, Tarkon said:
"It's time to prepare. The monsters and traitors will come soon, and we must be ready to defend our home. This is a war we will win—with hope, and unity."
As his words echoed through the square, the people slowly began to gather in ranks, ready for the battle ahead. Grant, Gil, and Tarkon vowed together—to fight to their last breath for the land and the people they loved.
Chapter 27: Infiltration into the Darkness
Night had fallen, and the sky of Tritor lay under a veil of stars and a heavy silence. The people were preparing with anxiety and fear; some were busy making rudimentary defensive tools, while others were gathering food and essential supplies. Grant, Gil, and Tarkon were also in their temporary palace, planning and preparing for the possible attack by the monsters and their treacherous allies.
While Grant and Gil were speaking with Tarkon, suddenly a soldier entered anxiously and said, "Sir Grant! News has arrived that your brother, Aria, intends to attack the city tomorrow with an army of monsters. He has announced to everyone that whoever joins him will be safe, and those who resist will be destroyed."
The news stunned Grant like a bolt of lightning. With an angry face, he said, "This is unbearable. Aria has not only betrayed his homeland, but he also intends to threaten innocent people."
Tarkon looked at Grant with a mysterious calmness and sharp eyes, saying, "This is an opportunity we must use. Perhaps we can exploit his weaknesses in this battle and break his forces apart. But we need a precise plan."
Gil stepped forward and said in a serious tone, "We can't just wait for them to attack. I suggest we form a small team and infiltrate Aria's base. If we can eliminate some of his monsters or commanders, our chances of victory will be greater."
Grant looked at Gil and Tarkon with a gaze full of determination and resolve, saying, "You're right. We must be prepared for any situation and end this battle. If our land is to be freed, this is a war we must win."
After several hours of discussion and various plans, it was decided that Gil and a number of skilled fighters would infiltrate Aria's camp as a reconnaissance team. This operation had to be quick and silent so the enemy wouldn't notice their presence, creating an opportunity to strike at Aria's weak points.
That same night, Gil and a small team of brave fighters, armed with light weapons and necessary equipment, set off for the enemy camp. Tarkon and Grant remained in Tritor to prepare the forces and the people for the final defense.
When Gil and his team reached the vicinity of Aria's camp, a horrifying scene appeared before their eyes. Aria was training and preparing for the attack with massive, savage monsters. War tents and black and red flags, symbols of betrayal, were scattered around.
Gil quietly signaled his team and whispered, "Move calmly and silently. We need to gather accurate information about the number of forces and their weak points. If we can find and eliminate the leaders of the monsters, we will have a great chance of victory."
He and his team moved through the shadows, gathering valuable information about the number of forces and the positions of Aria's commanders. But at one critical moment, Gil realized that one of the guards had seen them and was quickly heading towards Aria's camp to report.
Without a moment's hesitation, Gil quickly reached him and, with a swift and silent move, took down the guard. But he now knew they had limited time and had to quickly get the information back to Grant and Tarkon.
Gil and his team cautiously and without making extra noise moved away from Aria's camp and headed back to Tritor. When they reached Grant and Tarkon, Gil said with a determined face, "Aria is ready to attack, but so are we. We are aware of their weaknesses, and we will end this battle in favor of our people."
Chapter 28: The Execution of the Princes
Early morning in Tritor, as the first rays of sunlight shone upon the ruins, the people and soldiers were ready for battle. The sound of weapons being prepared and the murmur of the people filled the air. Grant, alongside Tarkon and Gil, had gathered his forces and was busy with the final planning to counter Aria's army.
Grant, with a face full of determination and sorrow from his brother's betrayal, looked at his people and said, "Today, we fight not only to save our land but for our honor and dignity. Aria may be my brother, but his betrayal has led to our country's ruin, and we will not allow this treachery to continue."
Gil, gesturing to the crowd, said, "Today, everyone who stands with us is a hero. We may be outnumbered by the enemy, but we fight for freedom and justice, something they will never understand."
Tarkon, who had been quiet until then, turned his head towards Gil and Grant and said in a firm tone, "In this war, any mistake could lead to our complete destruction. Remember, if we want to defeat Aria, we must act superior to him, not only with power but with precision and strategy."
Then, Tarkon explained the plan they had devised the previous night to everyone: Gil and a number of special forces would infiltrate the enemy camp from the right flank and target their key commanders. Meanwhile, Grant with the remaining forces would directly approach Aria, drawing his attention.
With the announcement of the plan, everyone prepared to move. Gil looked at Grant, placed his hand on his shoulder as a sign of solidarity and courage, and said, "Grant, this war isn't just for you; it's for all of us. We fight together, and we will prevail."
Grant smiled and said, "Thank you, Gil. With friends like you, I'm sure no obstacle can stop us."
With the sunrise and the sound of war drums, Tritor's small army moved towards the battlefield. Moments later, they reached the borders of Aria's camp, and a bloody battle began.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Gil and his team penetrated deep into the enemy ranks, taking down the monsters' commanders one by one. Every strike Gil landed on the enemy ignited a brighter light of hope in the hearts of Tritor's soldiers. Grant also advanced with courage and ruthlessness, getting closer to Aria.
Meanwhile, Aria, having noticed the sudden attack by Grant's forces, came to the battlefield. His face was angry, and his gaze was cold and full of hatred. He saw Grant and shouted loudly, "Grant! You should have known that true power lies in victory, not in defending your weaknesses. You made a grave mistake by standing against me."
Grant responded loudly, "Aria, you betrayed your country and your family! No power can erase this betrayal. Today, you will pay the price for this treachery."
The two brothers now stood facing each other as bitter enemies. The battle between them began with heavy and powerful blows; each of Grant's strikes contained the fury and grief he held in his heart from his brother's betrayal, and each of Aria's strikes was aimed at subduing and destroying Grant.
As the battle reached its peak, Tarkon looked at the field with a firm gaze, ready to intervene. He knew that if Grant were defeated in this battle, the hope of Tritor's people would be extinguished.
At that same moment, Gil was fighting against massive, enraged monsters from another part of the field. He fought with all his might, but he realized that Aria was still sending fresh forces onto the field. With a tired yet determined face, he said to himself, "This battle may be long and hard, but I will fight until my last breath."
Chapter 29: The Final Battle with Aria and the Monsters
In the heart of the night, under a dark and stormy sky, Tritor had become the epicenter of tension and a fierce battle. The air was filled with the sounds of screams, the ominous echoes of enemy monsters, and the smell of gunpowder and blood. This time, Aria entered the fray not only as a treacherous brother but with a new and deadly power. He had recently acquired a dark, demonic force that transformed him into a far stronger and more dangerous being.
On the other side of the field, the main commander of the monsters, known as the "Monster King," appeared. A creature of immense stature with a face inspired by the most hideous nightmares; its red, hate-filled eyes were visible through the dust and smoke, and its terrifying presence instilled fear in all the fighters.
Tarkon, observing the monster and Aria from a distance, knew that today's battle was unlike any in the past. With a cold look, he said to Gil, "This war isn't for survival; this war is for annihilation. We have no way to retreat anymore."
Gil, his face illuminated with resolve, replied, "Let this war be the end of Tritor's nightmares. Today, we either win or lose our lives."
At that moment, the Monster King let out a terrifying roar that shook the ground. Tarkon and Gil moved towards him, ready for a battle whose outcome they could hardly predict. With every move, the Monster King cracked the earth and destroyed everything around him. Gil quickly moved to the Monster King's left to distract him, while Tarkon charged from the other side.
Tarkon attacked the Monster King with his sword, but his blows could barely damage the creature's thick, armored body. The Monster King threw Tarkon back with one hand, but Tarkon immediately got up and charged again.
Meanwhile, Grant faced Aria on another part of the field. He saw his brother, now transformed into a dark, demonic entity. Aria said in a loud, mocking voice, "Grant, do you see what true power is? You were always weak and powerless, and now, because of your weakness, your country lies in ruins."
Grant, his face a mask of sorrow and anger, replied, "Aria, you betrayed not only me but all our people and our land. Today, you will pay for your treachery."
The battle between the brothers began with incredible intensity. Aria now wielded his dark power, unleashing dreadful and deadly forces against Grant with each attack. Grant defended with all his might, but it was clear that Aria's new power had made him vastly superior.
As Gil and Tarkon fought the Monster King and Grant battled Aria, the smaller monsters attacked the city and the people's camp. Cries and screams of pain were heard everywhere, and the battlefield was engulfed in a haze of blood and fire.
The Monster King, whose power seemed limitless, launched devastating attacks against Gil and Tarkon. Tarkon, knowing this monster couldn't be defeated by conventional means, signaled to Gil to use a different tactic. He told Gil, "We must find its weak points; every creature, even this monster, has a weakness."
Observing the Monster King's movements, Gil noticed that its back seemed more vulnerable. With a swift move, he went behind the Monster King and, gathering all his strength, delivered a powerful blow to its weak spot. The Monster King roared in pain but remained resilient.
Meanwhile, Grant was barely surviving Aria's assaults. Aria, using his dark energy, made each strike stronger and more lethal, but Grant, not losing hope, continued to fight with power and determination.
The battle between Tarkon, Gil, and the Monster King reached its climax. Gil, having found the monster's weakness, signaled Tarkon to distract it while he attacked the vulnerable points with maximum speed and skill. The Monster King, howling in pain, suddenly activated a new ability; its skin hardened, and its wounds healed rapidly.
Tarkon, realizing the monster's regenerative power, looked at Gil with concern and said, "This creature cannot be defeated with ordinary forces. We must concentrate all our power in one simultaneous attack, or this battle will last forever."
Gil, panting heavily from exhaustion, replied with strong resolve, "Then we must attack it with all the power we have, together."
At that moment, Tarkon raised his sword, and energy flowed from within him. His sword blazed with a dazzling light, surrounded by an aura of red energy. Gil also gathered his energy in his hands and, with a gesture, channeled his power into Tarkon's sword. This combined energy transformed the sword into an immensely powerful weapon.
The Monster King, sensing the threat from this weapon, charged towards them, attacking with its large, sharp claws. In a fateful moment, Tarkon and Gil, with perfect coordination, drove the sword into the Monster King's weak point. The monster's roar echoed across the battlefield, its massive body shattered, and it finally vanished in a blinding light and explosion.
On the other side of the field, Grant, still engaged with his brother Aria, heard the Monster King's roar. Aria, with a look full of hatred, told him, "You see, true power is mine. No one can resist us!"
But Grant, with a determined look, replied, "Your power is built only on betrayal and destruction, Aria. This power will lead you nowhere."
Enraged, Aria increased his dark power, but just as he was about to deliver the final blow to Grant, he felt his strength waning. Seizing the opportunity, Grant struck a calculated blow, throwing Aria to the ground. Aria, feeling weak, looked at Grant with terror in his eyes.
Tarkon and Gil, returning from their victory over the Monster King, approached Grant. Tarkon, with a resolute look at Aria, said, "Betrayal and darkness always end in defeat. Today, this war ends, but the real battle against the darkness still remains."
Just as Grant, having defeated Aria after the long battle, was ready to put an end to his betrayals, he was suddenly met with a surprising move from Aria. Aria, seemingly defeated, used his last remaining strength to conjure a mysterious, dark weapon from his hands. With sudden speed, Aria hurled this weapon at Grant. Grant, with no time to react, was hit hard and fell to the ground, overcome with intense pain.
Gil, witnessing this scene, was filled with rage and grief. His being consumed by hatred and power, he charged at Aria. As his heart pounded with fury, he threw his fist at Aria with all the strength he possessed. Gil's blow was so powerful that Aria couldn't withstand it, and the immense force sent him flying backward.
Aria looked at Gil with eyes wide in astonishment and despair, but there was no escape left. This final blow extinguished the last of his life force, and moments later, his lifeless body fell to the ground. With Aria's death, a heavy silence fell over the battlefield.
Gasping for breath, Gil knelt beside Grant and held him in his arms. Grant's eyes were slowly closing, but with a tired look, he gave a weak smile to Gil and said softly, "You finished it, brother... My country can now find peace."
Gil, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow, replied, "No, it was you who ended this battle with your courage."
Chapter 30: The Appointment of Gil
The people of Tritor gathered around Grant with heavy hearts and tear-filled eyes. He was the hero who had fought for his country until his last breath, standing firm against its enemies. Gravely wounded, Grant was drawing his last breaths. In a weary yet resolute voice, he addressed the people: "Trust Gil. He has found a way to save Tritor, and now you need a leader to build this country's future."
Then, Grant looked at Gil with a kind and confident gaze, a faint smile appearing on his lips. At that moment, he took Gil's hand, and with his final, peaceful exhale, passed away. The people fell into a heavy silence, their suppressed sobs filling the air. Gil, deeply moved, looked at Grant's body, then turned and walked towards the people. Struggling to control his emotions, he announced that he would fight for all of them and for Tritor.
A month passed since that bitter event. Gil was crowned the new King of Tritor, taking on the solemn duty of leading his people. Tarkon, a figure of vast experience and wisdom, now served as Gil's right-hand minister, working alongside him to rebuild the nation and restore order. Despite the immense challenges, Tarkon and Gil trained daily to enhance Gil's abilities and strengthen their land's defenses.
The people of Tritor, with renewed determination, threw themselves into reconstruction. The ruined buildings and cities scarred by war were now being rebuilt through the people's hard work and solidarity. The sound of hammers and construction tools echoed across the land, breathing new hope into every heart.
As Gil gazed upon the rebuilding city, the sounds of hammers and new structures filling his ears, the scene shifted far away, to another part of the world. There, a once-peaceful village now lay as a deadly ruin. The ground was littered with the bodies of the village's innocent inhabitants, and a horrifying silence lay heavy over the place like a shroud.
Amidst this devastation, a mysterious man with a large axe walked calmly and mercilessly among the corpses. This was the Half-Faced Demon. His tall, powerful frame was silhouetted against the weak flames of the village he had destroyed. His crimson, soulless eyes stared toward the horizon. His face, half in shadow and half illuminated by the faint firelight, depicted utter terror.
The Half-Faced Demon moved coldly towards a pile of smoldering houses and bodies, as if this scene of annihilation was merely a beginning for him. The scene ends with him planting his axe into the ground and staring out at the destruction around him—a looming threat, a dark shadow casting its pall over the land of Gil and the kingdom of Tritor.
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