The days before Archer returned

Starfall City

Leira, Ella, and Sera helped out during the siege. The redhead rained down fire as the half-elf fired her explosive arrows into the crowds of soldiers.

While the two of them attacked Leira was casting Lightning and Fire spells at them which took out many.

That’s when they breached the wall yet again and the Avalon soldiers engaged in a brutal melee but a high-ranked Stormhaven commander flew over the wall.

Sera saw this and transformed into her dragon form before chasing after him. The man tried to evade her but some of her fire blasts hit him.

The skies became their battlefield, a dance of fire and fury. The enemy commander twisted and turned, trying to evade Sera’s relentless pursuit, but she was persistent.

As they clashed high above, fire erupted, casting an eerie glow across the sky. Sera’s claws clashed with the enemy commander’s sword.

They exchanged fierce blows, and the sound of her roar echoed through the air. The battle was ferocious, neither giving an inch as they fought for supremacy in the skies.

In a daring move, Sera lunged forward, her massive jaws snapping shut on the enemy commander’s upper body.

She bit down with all her strength. Pain coursed through his veins as he thrashed and screamed in agony.

Unable to bear the torment, the enemy lost control and pulled out something and stabbed her underbelly.

Sera’s jaws remained locked onto his body before she tore him in two. Her attack caused the man’s two halves to fall out of the sky, crashing into the city below.

Buildings crumbled, and chaos erupted as their impact shook the very ground. Sera, battered and injured, tumbled from the sky, her large form crashing into the street.

She lay unconscious amid the ruins, her breathing shallow and labored, unable to wake from the mysterious substance that coursed through her veins.

The battle still raged on around her, but for now, Sera wasn’t waking up as she returned to her humanoid form.

Ella and Leira rushed up to her to help but saw she was covered in injuries. They panicked before taking her back to the palace to get the Healer to see her.

When the Healers tended to her, they mended all the wounds she received but Sera was still out cold.

Days later the two girls took a break from tending to the redhead who still wasn’t waking up. Ella prayed for Archer to return so he could help the dragon girl.

Seastone Port City – The Aquaria Kingdom – Southlands .

Teuila led her troops on night attacks to raid their camps and got the drop on the Solhaven soldiers whom she butchered in their sleep.

Days after the raids, a pitched battle was taking place as Teuila and the general thought it would be good to try to break the siege.

She was leading the Riftbreakers a legendary Aquarian heavy infantry unit that was used to break the enemy’s frontlines.

The battle was on the verge of commencing. On one side, the Aquarians stood firm, their armor gleaming with the colors of the ocean, ready for what lay ahead.

Facing them was the formidable Solhaven army, a force to be reckoned with in their own right.

As the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the battlefield, Teuila raised her sword high, a signal to the Riftbreakers.

They were known throughout the realm for their strength, and today, they were the vanguard of the Aquarian assault.

With a thunderous roar, Teuila and her Riftbreakers charged forward. Their weapons gleamed in the sunlight as they struck with precision and power.

The Solhaven frontline, caught off guard by the ferocity of the assault, faltered.

Shields shattered as soldiers were sent sprawling to the ground as Teuila and her warriors smashed through their ranks.

The Aquarian infantry surged behind the Riftbreakers, pushing deeper into the enemy lines as they struck down many soldiers.

Victory seemed within their grasp as the enemies struggled to regroup. Teuila’s heart swelled with pride as she saw her people fighting valiantly.

But victory was not to come so easily. Just as they gained the upper hand, a loud horn blared from the Solhaven rear.

Her heart sank as she turned to see a fresh wave of enemy reinforcements pouring onto the battlefield.

Their numbers were overwhelming. They swiftly flanked the Aquarian forces, turning the tide of battle.

Teuila’s valiant Riftbreakers found themselves surrounded and outnumbered. Despite their heroic efforts, they couldn’t withstand the relentless assault from all sides.

Realization hit her like a crashing wave. She knew the battle was lost. With a heavy heart,? She shouted orders to retreat, her voice carrying over the turmoil of battle.

The Aquarians began to withdraw, their once-hopeful advance now a desperate scramble to regroup and escape the encircling enemy.

Teuila watched as her soldiers retreated, her heart heavy with the weight of their losses. She knew they would fight another day, but for now, they had to retreat.

As the Aquarian forces withdrew, she cast a final glance back at the battlefield and saw the Solhaven army chasing after them.

She ordered them to rush back to Seaport City to fight from there but they ended up trapped and on the losing side as the constant attacks wore them down as they lost more soldiers.

The Northern part of the Zenia Empire

Nefertiti was leading the Arcane Mage unit and was preparing to attack the enemies that guarded the Sphinx’s Watch Pass.

It was their way south and they needed to leave the North due to losing so many men. They never realized how many enemies would join the war which left them on the back foot.

She was finished with her spell when they fired at the Pharothon army which slammed into and wiped out many soldiers.

As the sun beamed down the Zenian general ordered the army to charge forward and soon they slammed into the enemy lines.

They clashed with the Pharothonian army on the vast battlefield like two mighty waves.

The battlefield was a chaotic frenzy as the Zenian army, under the leadership of General Erisa Sharifi, charged headlong into the Pharothonian forces.

Swords clashed, arrows soared, and battle cries filled the air as the soldiers engaged in a fierce and brutal struggle.

The Pharothonian army donned in golden armor adorned with the emblem of the falcon, fought to take land from the Zenians.

Spears thrust, shields clashed, and the ground quaked beneath the weight of the soldiers.

Amidst the chaos, a distant horn sounded from a distant hilltop. Heads turned, and hearts sank as the banner of the Osiria Kingdom emerged.

Its blue and green colors are stark against the sandy terrain. The Osirian forces, renowned for their formidable cavalry, galloped into the battlefield, flanking the Zenian army.

Nefertiti, a formidable mage and leader of the Arcane Mages, raised her hand high, invoking the arcane powers within.

Her mages began to cast spells, launching torrents of fire, lightning, and ice towards the enemy.

However, their concentration was shattered as the Osirian cavalry, swift and ruthless, slammed into them with thunderous force.

Nefertiti herself was caught in the onslaught as she struggled to defend against the enemy’s ferocious charge.

Suddenly, from the midst of the enemy, a lone rider emerged, charging directly at Nefertiti with a gleaming lance in hand.

With lightning speed, the cavalryman closed the distance. Her eyes widened in realization, but it was too late to evade the approaching strike.

The lance struck true, piercing through the ranks of the mages, and Nefertiti herself was grievously wounded.

She staggered back, and Nefertiti collapsed to the ground as pain coursed through her body. The mages, loyal and unwavering, immediately formed a protective circle around her.

As the enemy cavalry continued their attacks, the mages summoned their last reserves of magic.

They created a shimmering barrier, a final act of sacrifice, to shield Nefertiti from further harm and make sure that she lived.

The barrier crackled with energy as it absorbed the onslaught of the enemy’s assault. The brave mages, their faces marked with determination.

Everyone present knew that their sacrifice would buy precious moments for the soldiers to come to the princess’s aid.

Nefertiti watched as her comrades, one by one, fell under the relentless assault. Soon, the sound of galloping hooves drew nearer.

Zenian soldiers arrived, charging in to repel the enemy cavalry and provide much-needed assistance.

They fought fiercely to protect Nefertiti, whose injuries were severe and they rushed her back to Sobek Castle.

As the battle raged on, the mages lay still, their bodies motionless, having given their lives to protect their princess.

The Zenian soldiers fought fiercely to push back the invaders, their courage unwavering.

General Erisa, witnessing the chaos on the battlefield, raised her sword high and ordered a retreat.

The Zenian army, battered but not broken, began to disengage from the relentless combined might of the Pharothonian and Osirian forces.

They vowed to regroup and return as they withdrew to safety, resolved to defend their homeland once more in the battles yet to come.

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