The Story of the Wind Wanderer
Played Nature #160

The night sky was very dark, the black clouds seemed to still be reluctant to move. Lightning continued to strike, followed by deafening thunderous sounds. The footsteps of tens of thousands of black-armored warriors rang out, roaring, and as if shaking the ground. They had reached the Zephyria Region since sunset.

The region of Zephyria, in the eyes of Astaroth and his tens of thousands of troops, was a vast expanse of grass and had no end. Hours had passed, and the night seemed very long. The wind blew quietly, calmer and more stable than before, hitting Astaroth's body which continued to float above his thousands of soldiers.

Confusion slowly arose within Astaroth, for he and his army had been in the region for a long time, and were continuing to march North. If the estimated time was calculated, he and his troops should have left the Zephyria Region and only needed a few hours to reach the Capital of Zephyra. But it turns out that what he experienced was out of plan and conjecture.

"Why is it like we're just walking in the same place?!" gusar Astaroth, looked unsettled, and was quite angry.

Baltazhar who was always beside him could only bow and say, "i don't know, Your Majesty. But it feels like we're being played."

"Played?! Who would dare to play me!!?" snapped Astaroth, the intonation of his voice sounded heavy, and with the look of his eyes turned reddish orange. He looked even more furious as Baltazhar called himself and his army being played with.

Not daring to answer the question, Baltazhar was more likely to duck down. If his black robe was still intact, perhaps hiding his red head under it was the choice he would take.

The figure of Astaroth looks very terrible and creepy when riding. The two irises that were originally blue in an instant turned reddish orange, and there was a slight blaze in them. The atmosphere around in an instant became cold, even the black clouds above it to the point of lowering the ice grains, not water anymore.

"I'm sorry if this offends you, Your Majesty. But I want to say that maybe Nature is playing us." Baltazhar spoke with low intonation, head bowed, and looked terrified as he spoke.

Clearly, what Baltazhar said was deeply disliked by Astaroth. The black-haired man seemed to give off an aura of darkness around him, creating a gust of extremely strong wind surrounding his body, and it also seemed to trigger a quite incredible natural fury. Lightning and lightning seemed to strike many times, followed by a thunderous sound that was very deafening.

"Damn ...!" gusar Astaroth with low intonation, and a sharp eye highlight is red, smoldering. Both of his hands then shot upwards, grabbing the black clouds that were above him, and creating an extremely powerful bolt of lightning shot towards the sky. A dark blue-colored lightning flashed its lightning, sizable in size, blaring, and streaked across the sky right above Astaroth's head.

The lightning flash continued as if splitting the dark clouds above it, and revealed a slight crack in the sky. But it only lasted for a while, before finally the darkness again enveloped the night sky. Astaroth closed his eyes for a moment after splitting the sky, and re-opened both eyelids with a pair of beautiful irises in beautiful light blue, not reddish orange again.

Without a refusal, Baltazhar nodded obediently, "well, Your Majesty," and then changed his form into a wisp of black smoke, before finally flying rapidly towards the North.

***

The situation was very calm, the troops numbered in the tens of thousands were still filling every small hill and a vast expanse of grass in front of the royal fortress gate. The wind blew quite fiercely, pounding and igniting a great many flames that were ignited in each line of troops. Small flames were also seen filling many points above the royal fortress, and there were also many silver-armored warriors belonging to the Zephyra Kingdom who always passed over there.

Standing on top of one of the towers, Prince Welt could not escape from his monitor looking at the thousands of troops. Some things came to his mind, things about the needs that might be needed by every soldier.

"What about their supply of food, drink, and emergency needs?" prince Welt asked as a handsome, black-haired, blue-eyed man named Prince Azura stood next to him.

"There's no need to worry about that, Xavier's already set it up." Prince Azura answered Welt's question, turned his head and continued to say, "we are very many, so we can apply the grouping system."

Azura's gaze turned back towards the front, seeing the mounted warriors marching right in front of the royal fortress gate. Quiet, and cold. An attitude that is not too different from the figure of Welt.

"It's not just you who harbors those feelings, Welt. Xavier and I feel the same way." Azura spoke with low intonation, and a very calm demeanor. His white-colored prince uniform seemed to flutter, blown by the night wind that felt quite cold.

"We have no experience of war, much different than our predecessors. We grew up and enjoyed a life of peace given to our heroes who fought desperately in the great war a century ago." Azura slowly turned her head, glanced at the Welt figure next to her and continued to say, "and now, we must maintain a peaceful world already manifested by their sweat and blood."

The iron footsteps rang up the stairs, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the King is awake, and wants to talk to you" said one soldier, standing right behind Prince Welt with a gasp of breath.