The Villain's Side of the Novel - Chapter 212: Arm Wresling
One Hour Before…
( it’s weird normally I won’t come to such a dangerous place without Loe, is this mean I have been kidnapped or there’s something more complicated) Lisa stood on the edge of the village, her eyes drawn to the eerie and dark forest beyond. The atmosphere was heavy with the mysteries of this cursed place, and a lot of questions were on her mind
Suddenly interrupting her thoughts, Aslan approached her, knowing the identity of her friend without turning back she asked ” So did you talk to him?”
“Yeah, I did,” Aslan answered softly, her gaze still fixed on the haunting trees. “He told me that he do it to protect me.”
Lisa turned to look at Aslan, seeing the mixture of emotions in her friend’s eyes. “And how do you feel about it?” she asked gently.
Aslan took a deep breath, trying to put her feelings into words. “It’s a lot to take in,” she admitted. “I know this is not the only bad thing he ever did… But if I misjudged him on that incident, I’m sure he also has his reasons for others, after all, you know Fray is not cold-hearted as people think.”
“I Understand what you mean ” Lisa replied, offering a reassuring smile. “Fray’s always been a complex person, but I’m sure he will die for the ones he cares about”
Aslan nodded, her thoughts still swirling like the ominous mist that surrounded the village. “Yes, I know, but…” she trailed off, struggling to find the right words to express her inner turmoil.
Lisa glanced at her friend, noticing the hesitation in her voice. “But you don’t know how to deal with your feelings for Luke,” she gently filled in the blank.
“…” Aslan’s expression froze, and for a moment, it seemed as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. Her emotions were a tangled web, and she couldn’t find a way to unravel them.
Currently…
Aslan with a complicated expression on her face looked at Fray who took his place at the arm wrestling table, facing the burly man who was even bigger than Fray. The man’s muscles rippled with raw power, and his confident grin hinted at his belief in his own strength.
The villagers gathered around, their hushed whispers adding to the eerie atmosphere of the cursed village square.
Fray’s mind was focused, his thoughts clear as he recalled the innkeeper’s warning about the power of life energy.
The orbs of life energy floated gently around them, their soft glow beckoning with a promise of power.
Fray hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should draw from them. He decided to take a calculated risk, reaching out to touch a single orb. A faint light enveloped his hand as he absorbed the life energy, feeling its invigorating effects pulse through him.
The big man on the other side of the table grinned, eager to prove his might against Fray. With a nod from the innkeeper, the match began.
Their arms locked, and Fray immediately felt the surge of newfound strength coursing through him.
A sudden surge of power erupted between them. A colossal explosion of wind and energy burst forth from their gripping hands, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
The force was so intense that it caused the ground beneath them to tremble.
The villagers gasped and stepped back, their eyes wide with amazement and fear. The innkeeper’s wicked grin widened, clearly delighted by the unexpected display of power.
The arm wrestling table itself sank into the ground, the earth seemingly unable to bear the force of their clash.
( What a strong table…) Lysander thought as he looked at the table that despite the ferocity of the explosion remained intact.
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Far away in a battlefield that stretched as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of rugged terrain scarred by the ravages of war.
The once lush and green landscape was now marred with the deep trenches and craters left by explosions.
Tents of various sizes dotted the camp of the Lionar kingdom, arranged in a strategic formation to maximize defense and efficiency.
In the main command tent that was adorned with Lionar Kingdom’s royal banners, Queen Fozya, General Foran, and the head of Royal Knights, Ralph, gathered around a detailed map of the battlefield.
Their faces reflected a mixture of fatigue and determination as they discussed their progress in pushing back the Niram Empire’s forces.
“We’ve managed to gain some ground here,” General Foran said, pointing to a marked area on the map. “The enemy seems to be retreating, but we can’t afford to let our guard down.”
Queen Fozya nodded, her regal composure unwavering even in the face of the ongoing war. “Indeed, we must remain vigilant. The Niram Empire won’t easily concede defeat.”
As they continued their discussion, an abrupt surge of ominous energy sent shivers down their spines. The air in the tent crackled with an electrifying tension, and they exchanged worried glances.
In the sky outside the tent a colossal energy stick hurtled toward the commanding tent, as the stick close to its target Ralph suddenly with a blurred motion appeared in the sky in the attack’s path
With a swift motion of his hand, Ralph summoned his own magical power, creating a barrier just in time to intercept the incoming attack. The energy stick collided with his shield, causing a tremendous explosion that sent shockwaves throughout the camp.
The tents below flapped violently, and a blinding light enveloped the soldiers for a moment.
As the dust and debris settled, Queen Fozya, General Foran, and the other soldiers in the vicinity gasped in awe and relief.
Ralph stood unscathed, his armor slightly charred but intact. The energy stick had been repelled, and he turned to the others with a reassuring smile. “We’re safe,” he declared, his voice unwavering.
Then the attention of Queen Fozya, General Foran, and Ralph turned to the cliff towering above them. Their eyes widened in astonishment as they spotted four imposing figures standing at the edge, their dark cloaks billowing in the wind.
The symbols of the Niram Empire emblazoned on their attire marked them as formidable adversaries.
“How can that be They..they are all from the Ninth Kingdom!” General Foran exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of shock and concern.
Queen Fozya’s gaze hardened. “So that’s why they were confident of themselves,” she said. “They were hiding their power.”
Ralph tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes fixed on the generals. “We must be cautious,” he warned. “Their target must be you, your majesty.”
As the four generals descended from the cliff, an eerie silence enveloped the battlefield. The soldiers on both sides watched with bated breath, aware that a clash between these powerhouses could alter the course of the entire war.
Queen Fozya took a step forward, the weight of the situation evident in her stance. “We won’t back down,” she declared, her voice firm. “Our Kingdom’s honor is at stake, and we will defend it with our lives.”
General Foran and Ralph stood beside their queen, their expressions mirroring her determination. Together, they formed a united front, ready to face whatever the Ninth Kingdom’s generals had in store for them.
The lead general from the Niram empire stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. “Your resistance is futile,” he proclaimed, his voice carrying an air of arrogance. “Niram Empire’s power is unmatched, and we will crush you like insects.”
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