Orsgadts
Korta and Anthura

Three hundred years ago, an astrologer discovered a parchment scroll that displayed a prophecy of the future. The prophecy read: There will come a time of darkness in Artamea. The land will be ruled by Korta and the sky will be controlled by Anthura. Man becomes dust lost in the wind. The prophecy was never taken seriously because Korta could only be resurrected by Fairy King Dougraff or a power equivalent to his.

Leonz looked at Emune's face. There were no signs of change since this morning. Emune is ready with Orsgadt armor. Leonz approached Proner and asked in a soft voice. “Did anything happen when I didn't wake up?” ask Leon.

Proner was astonished that Leonz was talking so badly to him. Proner then tells of Emune who floated in the air and crashed into the bed. Leonz's eyes widened. His face immediately pale.

“Emune, we're leaving now!” leonz exclaimed loudly to the surprise of everyone in the room.

“Leonz, what's up?” ask Proner. There must be an emergency until Leonz behaves like that. He should know.

“There is no time to talk. Proner, Avena and Horeen will come with us,” Leonz said as he pulled Emune's arm to get into the Arthenes Circle. “Prince Elric, Sean and Aiden, you must help the troops south of Orsgadt until the army of Arsyna arrives.”

“But I have to keep Emune,” protest Elric.

“Not this time. The situation has changed. Believe me, you are more needed in the south,” said Leonz firmly. “Horeen, we need you,” Leonz said with his eyes closed. In an instant Horeen was already inside the circle with Emune, Proner, Avena and Leonz. They disappeared leaving Elric, Sean and Aiden.

“Sial!” Elric was furious. Again he could not take care of Emune. “Sean, Aiden, we must help Knights Hemworth and Arrand.”

Elric dashed out of Eimersun's palace followed by Sean and Aiden. They rode each other's horses and drove them to the southern border of Orsgadt. Elric's head was full of Emune who might face danger and he could not take care of her.

***

In three different places, the kings of the three kingdoms allied against Orsgadt were staring at the sky. The bright blue color and white clouds that had decorated Artamea have now turned to ash and redness. Not yet noon but it was already like the color of the twilight sky. This is a bad sign and they have to be prepared.

The horses ridden by the warlords began to show signs of fear. Animal instincts are very sensitive if there are predators approaching them. Something terrible is going to happen.

“Corta ...” King Duncan whispered softly. What he feared would happen now.

“Everything's ready!” scream Alfred. The order was repeated from one line of troops to another.

The trumpet and the drums of war sounded again. It was as if it wanted to chase away the hostile sky. The soldiers called out to haunt their kingdom. The spirit of war had soared to the sky, they were only waiting for an enemy that had not yet been seen.

A red colored line came out from the top of Orsgadt's main tower directly through the sky. That bright red color slowly turned blood red and then disappeared without a trace. Not to mention the shock of the troops besieging Orsgadt, the ground they were shaking violently. On the wide field in front of them, something came out from the ground in a slow motion. The dark soldiers who came from skeletons and wore battle armor complete with long, curved swords were ready for battle.

King Thenosyes swallowed his saliva. They could not possibly fight the Korta army. The troops were not humans who would instantly die if beheaded. He hoped that the help Olevander prepared would come soon.

Neither the Eimersun nor Imperia were whiny troops. They were very loyal and obedient to their king. Although their eyes widened in horror at the enemy troops that they obviously would not be able to defeat, they did not necessarily panic and run. Whatever the way, Korta's army must be defeated.

Far north of Orsgadt, a massive earthquake devastated the ground around the pitch-black mountain. The large basin around the black mountain if filled with water would definitely look like a lake. The black mountain moved up, continuing to rise high towards the sky. If you don't see it straight away, no one will believe you. The black mountain was a gigantic dragon.

The dragon let out a terrifying roar as it spread its wings. Both its black horns and claws were extremely threatening, as was its thorny tail. The dragon flapped its wings and started flying around over the territory of Orsgadt.

“Anthura!” the soldiers of Eimersun and Imperia.

The warlords gave orders to calm down and prepare. It's disastrous. In front of them was an army of Korta while above them was Anthura who was ready to spout fire and roast them.

“Jaga formation! Keep formation! Get ready to attack!” scream Hemworth.

East of the Orsgadt border, Mirena sent catapult troops to prepare large stones and fireballs. They would not be able to defeat Anthura but at least they would have to hinder the movement of the Korta forces if they wanted to save Eimersun's army.

King Theosyes and the Knights of Arthen in the west of Orsgadt also prepared with giant catapults that would spit out large stones. That's all I can do now.

***

Yhourin laughed loudly. He feels winning. No one will be able to defeat the forces of Kortha and Anthura. The portal opened just in time. He had not expected his plan to go this smoothly.

Satisfied by the chaos down there, he slipped down into the royal hall. Two beautiful women in messy clothes were lying dead beside the wall. He cleared his throat when he saw Goenhrad beating another beautiful white woman on a table in the corner of the hall. He became upset that Goenhrad was not ignoring him. With a single hand sweep two bodies that were squeezed into each other were thrown into the wall. Seeing the woman he was dating no longer moving, Goenhrad stood up, grabbed the silk cloth draped on the table and approached Yhourin.

“Happy?” goenhrad asked Yhourin.

“Not yet. Wait until Artamea is scorched by Anthura,” replied Yhourin coldly. He was surprised, not usually Goenhrad to be cold to him.

“Go. Satisfy yourself.” Goenhrad sat on his throne lazily. Although Yhourin was very confident of winning against the three kingdoms, Goenhrrad himself was not convinced. He is not pretentious. He felt today could be his last day as a king and a human being.

“You don't like my way?” ask Yhourin. He sat on Goenhrad's lap and placed his head on the man's chest. They had been together long before Orsgadt conquered them. Today, precisely on a very important day, he did not feel Goenhrad's ever-tight heartbeat while with him. This man didn't even hug her.

“Too excessive. Yhourin, let's get out of here. While there is still time,” said Goenhrad. He nodded and hugged Yhourin.

Yhourin came down from Goenhrad's lap. He stared intently at Goenhrad. Not the words he wanted to hear.

“You will see later. We're going to win this war!” yhourin was upset.

Goenhrad caught the waist of Yhourin. This beautiful witch must be taught a lesson. Yhourin struggled to escape but the way Goenhrad held his waist and the look in his eyes that was not like before told him that his Goenhrad had returned.

***

Emune and his friends arrive at the basement of the main tower of Orsgadt Palace. Yesterday Emune and Leonz had to get out of here because Leonz was running out of steam. A little more they would reach the upper room where Yhourin fortified himself while disrupting the tranquility of Artamea.

Leonz had Emune kneel. The future queen of Orsgadt was according to him. He was shocked when Leonz hugged him tightly.

“Whatever happens, don't let resentment and anger take hold of you. You're never alone, Emune. When you're angry, remember all of us who love you so much,” Leonz said in a trembling voice.

“I will definitely remember it. Thank you, Leonz,” said Emune.

Leonz took off his embrace. He made a triangle with the magic powder and pulled the powder from one point to another until it became a full circle. “Illumi Arthenes,” whispered as she turned her palm over the circle earlier.

“It's open. You can go upstairs now,” said Leonz.

“Leonz, where are you going?” ask Proner.

“Someone I have to take care of. Proner, see you later,” said Leonz while kissing Proner's cheek kneeling in front of him.

Proner was stunned in place. His chest hurt to see Leonz leave. He grimaced, this must be what Elric felt earlier, he thought. Horeen's cry resuscitated him. He rushed up the stairs and stood guard behind Avena.

Horeen kicked through the door that blocked them from entering the top room. The door was smashed to dust. Horeen entered and grinned at Yhourin who was standing while holding Eltran's wand. He wanted so badly to slap the face of that crafty witch.

Emune forward. He stared hard at Yhourin. A smile fell on Emune's lips. He was sure that Yhourin was very confident that he would win this war but he wanted to give him one more chance before he completely destroyed it.

“Yhourin, surrender,” Emune said in an authoritative voice.