CHAPTER III: THE FIVE NATIONS (7)
Eroelle fell abruptly to the ground, and when she began to regain consciousness, she already had her king by her side; trying to lift her up from hopelessness, only to vividly witness the greatest tragedy she had ever seen in her life.
A blazing fire, a mighty flame, suppressing the decaying love of the kingdom. An unshakable derision, a disdain for the burning and pitiful night. Enfolding, the soullessness of a final battle, between violet forces, against effulgences of light; mingling in the painful term. Within the confines of the unfortunate towers of the great fortress.
Suddenly, a luminous enchantment struck the possessors of great power, amidst the clash of heights. Throwing them into the inner fabric, in the middle of the impending war. Thus, Er
