Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 124: The Assembled Armies

The an shimmers with the light of the portal as we step through, leaving the comforting familiarity of the Earth realm behind. I take a deep berath, trying to steady my nerves. The portal travel is disorienting as always, but I’ve grown used to the sensation of being pulled through a vortex of stars and light, a cosmic roller coaster that leaves my heart rating and my senses reeling

We emerge on the Tortured Plains in the Night Realm, and I finally understand the strange name. The landscape stretches out before us, a vast expanse of black and, dry and desolate. The sand glitters with sibery speckles, like fallen stars, casting an eerie glow under the starla sky. The air is thick with tension, and the ground beneath our feet feeh ke a graveyard, the weight of countless battles pressing down on us

The armies of the six realms are assembled, their presence both awe–inspiring and intimidating. Not the entire armies, but a regiment from each, fifty or so of the best fighters, standing ready for the battle ahead. I take a moment to study each one in turn, my heart swelling with a mixture of hope and feat.

The army of the Earth Realm stands at the forefront, their armor crafted from bronze and gleaming with a dull, earthen glow. The metal is etched with intricate designs of leaves and vines, a testament to their connection to nature. Their swords are adorned with emeralds, the green gemstones catching the light and reflecting it in dazzling patterns. The soldiers, tall and sturdy, have an air of steadfast determination about them. Their general, a towering figure with a mane of dark hair and piercing green eyes, stands at their head, his presence commanding respect and loyalty. He does a low bow to Kieran as we walk past, acknowledging his Lord and leader.

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Next, I see the army of the Watery Realm, their armor shimmering like fish scales in Ires of blue and green. The metal is light and flexible, designed for agility in both water and on land. They wield tridents and long, slender words, their hilts embedded with pearls and aquamarines. The skiers move with a fluid grace;

yes reflecting the depths of the ocean. Their general, a lithe woman with sea–green hair and eyes like the stormy sea, stands with a confidence barn from countless battles fought and won. Mara Odella, Queen of the Watery realm, stands before them, dressed in the same beautiful sea inspired amour, wearing a crown of shells and pearls.

The Celestial Realm’s army is a vision of white and gold, their armor gleaming like sunlight. They carry spears carved from ivory, the tips glinting with an ethereal light. Their shields are adorned with celestial patterns, stars and moons intricately woven into the design. The soldiers are tall and slender, their movements almost otherworldly in their precision. The general, a regal figure with golden hair and eyes like molten gold, stands with an aura of serene authority, his presence a calming influence amidst the tension.

The army of the Twilight Realm is cloaked in shades of desk and down, their armor a mix of purples and blurs that blend seamlessly into the shadows. They are the best archers, their bows crafted from dark wood and inlaid with siber. Their arrows are tipped with gleaming obsidian, deadly and silent. The soldiers move like shadows, their presence almost ghostly. Their general, a figure with long, flowing black hair and eyes like the twilight sky, exudes an air of quiet strength and deadly precision

The army of the Night Realm stands in stark contrast to the others, their armor a deep, inky black. They carry broadswords and long midnight blue capes that billow behind them like the night itself. The soldiers are fierce and disciplined, their eyes ginting with the promise of swift retribution, Ronstantin and Anya stand at their head, both clad in black armor that gleams like polished obsidian. Konstantin’s icy blue eyes are hard and determined, while Anya’s gaze is fierce and unyielding.

Finally, my eyes rest on the army of the Fiery Realm, their golden armor glinting in the starlight. They wear bright red and tangerine capes embroidered with lames, the colon vivid and alive. Their weapons are forged from gold, the hits embedded with rubies that glow like embers. The soldiers exude an aura of intense beat and energy, their movements quick and decisive, Dmitri Fontaine, their ruler, stands at their head, his presence commanding and formidable. I wonder how it will be for him to face his own niere in battle, to confront the blood ties that bind them.

The wolf warriors stand slightly apart from the vampire armies, their uncase palpable. They obey Luka’s orders without question, their loyalty to their new Alpha unwavering. Luka’s sister, Sara, and his best friend, Kosta, flank him, their eyes scaring the assembled armies with a mixture of wariness and determination. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

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As we move through the ranks, Mircea runs out from the crowd, her face alight with pride and joy. She embraces Luka, her arms wrapping around him tightly. “Em so proud of you, my Alpha,” she says, her voice thick with emotion as she playfully refers to him by his rank. “Be safe out there. I wish I could be there with you”

She cradles her belly, looking down sadly, knowing that it’s wisest for her to stay in the Night Realm to protect their unborn child.

Luka’s eyes soften as he looks down at her, his hand resting gently on her swollen belly. “I will return to you, Mizers. I promise.“

Anya and Konstantin stand at the forefront of the Night Realm’s anny, their presence commanding and regal. Anya’s armor is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, forged from blackened steel that gleams like polished obsidian under the starlight. The intricate engravings on her breastplate depict swirling patterns of shadows and moonlight, creating in illusion of movement as she stands. Her pauldrons are adorned with jet–black feathers that cascade down her arms, giving her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. A long midnight blue cape flows from her shoulders, embroidered with silver threads that form constellations, each star twinkling an if alive. Her helmet, skeek and form–fitting, is crowned with a crescent moori, a symbol of her dominion over the night.

Konstantin’s armor is equally magnificent, a testament to his strength and leadership. Crafted from the same blackened steel, his amor is more robust, designed for bottle and protection. The plates are etched with scenes of ancient battles, each stroke telling a story of valor and resilienor. His gauntlets and greaves are reinforced with layers of dark iron, and his broad shoulders are framed by massive, spiked pauldrons that add to his imposing figure. His cape, also midnight blue, is lined with sable for, giving it a regal weight. Konstantin’s helmet is fierce and imposing, with a visor that resembles the face of a fearsome wolf, its eyes glinting with a cold, blue light. Both leaders exude an aura of power and command, their armor not just a means of protection, but a symbol of their yielding authority and the strength of the Night Realm.

“Time to suit up,” Aleksandr says. With a flourish, his cloths are replaced by gleaming black armour identical to Konstantin’s, and he holds a massive broadsword. embedded with a huge gleaming blood red ruby at the hilt.

Chapter 124 The Assembled Armles

I take my coe, and 1 up into my Blood Wraith powers, summoning my blood and welding it, feeling it coat my skin and harden into indestructible red metal armor. I alwast form a blood sword, but decule against that.

I’ve still got Ve

Verde’s emerald and silver sword, and I plan on wielding that

Anya steps forward, her gaze sweeping over the assembled armies. She raises her voice, her tone authoritative and commanding. “Warriors of the realms,” she begins, her voice echoing across the plains. “We stand on the brink of a battle that will determine the fate of our worlds. We face a formidable enemy, one that ha ducatened the balance of our realms and the very essence of our existence. But we are united. We are strong. And together, we will prevail.”

Her words resonate with a quiet strength, a rallying cry that stirs the hearts of all who hear it. The soldiers straighten, their eyes gleaming with determination. The tension in the air unsforms into a palpable sense of unity, a shared purpose that binds us all together.

We fight not for glory, but for the future of our realms,” Anya continues, her gaze fierce and unwavering. “We fight for our loved ones, for our homes, for the very labric of our existence. Let the strength of our bonds guide us, and let the fire of our resolve burn bright. Together, we will face the darkness and emerge

victorious.

A cheer rises from the assembled armies, a powerful rear that echoes across the Tortured Plains. The sound is a testament to our resolve, a promise of the battle to

As the echoes of the cheer fade, 1 feel a surge of hope and determination. We are ready. The fate of the realms hangs in the balance, but together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead.

With a final glance at Aleksandr, Luka, and the other, I know that we are not alone. We have each other, and with that, we have in fighting chance.

The battle for our future begins now.