Great Plains of Sarvia, Eldorath.

  Alaric Vorn, the king of Veloria had just waged a War on Eldorath, a country under the Thalrasia Empire and were able to breach the borders. At the great plains of Sarvia, Velorian forces came face to face with the Thalrasian Army.

  Both the armies, consisting of Archers, Mages, Cavalrymen and Foot soldiers were evenly matched in numbers. Everyone stood in their formations and were ready to throw their lives in the war that was about to unfold.

  "Drop your weapons and I will grant you an easy death" exclaimed Eryk Wynthar, the King of Eldorath.

  "You should understand the situation you're in Eryk and thereby you shall choose your words wisely, for your neck will meet my blade toady" said Alaric while lifting his right hand a bit, signalling his army.

  As soon as his hand went up, the entire sky gets covered with mana imbued arrows, let out by his archers. The magnitude was so large that even sunlight barely managed to seep through the space between the arrows.

  In response, the Eldorian Mages together, let out a fire spell. It appeared as if the Sun itself was rising in the dark battlefied. The spell burned and reduced every arrow to ash. The cloud of ash formed was then pushed back to side of Velorian army by wind magic, making it difficult for them to breath.

  "Impressive" exclaimed Alaric with a slight smile on his face.

  Both the leaders then ordered their armies to charge. Leading to an all out battle.

  Swordsmen and Cavalrymen led the forces while archers and mages backed them up from behind.

  The sound of swords clashing echoed through the plains.

  6 hours had passed while both the armies continued there struggle. None was willing to give up. The plain was now transferred to a pool of blood with bodies all over it. The number of both the armies was now reduced to around a 10th of what it originally was and yet both sides refused to succumb. It was difficult to determine the winner of this battle.

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  Right in the middle of the battlefield were Eryk and Alaric, fighting with their swords. Both showed exceptional swordsmanship and fought with great determination. Both the leaders were evenly matched in their skills, however it was Eryk's stamina which now began to hold him back. They had been fighting for 4 hours, displaying their swordsmanship, showing no opening to each other but Erik was now reaching his limit.

  meanwhile in Vallengarde, capital of Thalrasia.

  "Summon him" ordered a menacing old man sitting on a throne, while witnessing the scenes of the battle on a magic sphere ball.

  "This shall be interesting" he added.

  A young man, barely in his twenties entered the room, "You summoned me, my Liege?"

  He asked.

  "Yes my son, I need you to join the battlefield immediately" replied the old man.

  Great Plains of Sarvia, Eldorath.

  Exhaustion starts to take a toll on Eryk. His mana and stamina won't last for long. He realizes that he won't be able to continue the fight and wants to end this soon. He changes his fighting style and now relied more on heavy attacks. In his desperate attempt, Eryk aimed for Alaric's abdomen. In this attempt, he showed Alaric an opening. Alaric didn't waste this chance and went straight for the head. He sliced off Eryk's head with his sword. His head fell around a metre away due to the Wind magic imbued within the sword.

  Alaric's soldier exclaimed with joy, while the other side was devastated by this scene. The Velorian side were just about to celebrate when dark clouds covered the sky. A thick layer of clouds hovered aboved the battlefield with thunder rumbling within the clouds. Everyone watched as if they could sense if something was up, but they wouldn't know till they witnessed it.

  Just a moment later, Lightning struck the ground, right in front of Alaric , who was still celebrating after killing Eryk. Everyone was dumbstruck after witnessing a person immerge from the lighting right infront of Alaric.

  During this commotion, an Eldorian soldier screamed with fear upon seeing the man, as if he knew who this person was. "He's Malum Deus, The Empire's greatest demon" he said. His words brought a sense of great fear to his companions, and even the Veldorian forces as if their fate had already been decided.

  The entire battlefield was terrified as everyone saw Malum and felt the ferocious aura which he radiated.

  Before anyone could even react, Malum struck Alaric's chest, piercing his ribs and took out his heart using just his bare hands.

  Velorian soldiers just froze in fear as they saw their King die at the hands of Malum. They were still comprehending what had just happened when Malum closed his fist and brought his arm to his chest while making some incantations. He then lifts his hand straight up in the air and opens his fist. As soon as he opened his fist, lightning struck all over the battlefield. Killing everyone in the battlefield in an instant.

  With his work in the battlefield done, he grabbed Alaric's body and teleported away from the battlefield.

  in Vallengarde.

  Malum appears in front of the old man, and presents the body of Alaric. "I've completed my mission, my Liege" he says.

  "Excellent work son, you were magnificent" the king replies.

  "I have another request for you my son, and it's urgent indeed"

  "Give me your word, I shall depart right away" malum replies.

  "There's a Sage named Murshid, he currently resides in the country of Frosvaria. Bring me his head" said the King.

  "As you command my Lord".