CHAPTER 1: Battle of Kluxxegath Empire

                                    

                                          
"MEN, CHARGE!" The soldiers roared as they surged forward, swords and shields raised, determined to meet the Kluxxegath forces head-on. Arrows darkened the sky, flaming boulders hurtled across the battlefield, and the sounds of clashing metal filled the air.
"FIRE!" "RELEASE!"
Commands echoed as volleys of arrows and stones rained down, turning the battlefield into a sea of blood. Bodies fell, armor stained with the red of life lost, as the casualty count climbed. The Kluxxegath army was forced to consider surrender, but their commander was no coward. Despite seeing his men fall, their screams of agony, and the ground soaked in blood, he pressed on, unwilling to admit defeat.
Amidst the chaos, a man in a half-mask and blue coat wielded his spear with deadly precision. Rigel swung left and right, dispatching enemies like a seasoned warrior. "There are so many of them," Rigel panted, each stab bringing a new enemy to the ground. Despair flickered in his eyes as he questioned the senselessness of human lives being wasted in this bloody conflict.
The battlefield was a mess of clashing swords, fallen soldiers, and desperate cries. Rigel, despite his exhaustion, continued to fight, driven by the training he received from the Kingdom of God Vales—a training that now cost him his peace of mind.
"Spear of the Night..." he chanted, channeling his energy into his weapon. His spear shot forward, cutting down enemy soldiers as they fled, their lives extinguished in an instant.
"I don't want to fight anymore!" "Please, I'm not meant to be here!" "Well, this is hopeless..."
These were the last words of those around Rigel, their despair lost to his focus on the battle. A flicker of guilt crossed his mind, but he had no choice.
Suddenly, an enemy command rang out, "FIRE!" Arrows, ablaze with fire, descended from the sky. Rigel, momentarily distracted, didn't see it coming. Catapulted boulders followed, threatening to crush his forces.
He quickly reflected the arrows, but the boulders were beyond his ability to stop. The massive projectiles threatened not only his frontline but also their support.
Just then, Magie, a warrior skilled in manipulating projectiles, leaped into action. "Not so fast!" she shouted, raising her hand to stop the boulders mid-air. With a wave of her glowing spears, she sent them crashing back toward the enemy.
"Take that, you piece of garbage!" Magie screamed as debris rained down, smashing into the Kluxxegath forces. Limbs flew, formations broke, and the enemy was left exposed to the archers under her command.
"Shoot them until they die in vain," she commanded, her hand signaling the next volley. Arrows flew, and the enemy had no time to react, falling in droves.
But before the Wringcaster forces could catch their breath, the ground rumbled with the approach of an enemy cavalry platoon. The thundering hooves signaled another wave, and they lacked the swordsmen and shields to repel it.
Rigel steeled himself, knowing he had no choice but to take them on alone. As the cavalry charged, their commander shouted, "Let them suffer as we have!" His halberd pointed forward, the cavalry advanced in perfect formation.
Rigel spread his arms wide, then knelt, as if preparing to embrace his fate. But he had no intention of surrendering. His power was equivalent to a thousand men.
Opening his eyes, he laughed darkly and slammed his hand to the ground. The earth shook violently, and a crack snaked toward the oncoming cavalry. They paused, staring down into the abyss as lava bubbled up, ready to engulf them.
The lava erupted, forming a wall that Rigel pushed forward with a mere thought. The cavalry was overwhelmed, their flesh melting away until only skeletons remained, entombed in the molten rock.