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Chapter Two: Wrath of the Riders

Arkhan breathed the chaos and destruction in the air.

The war even affected this sacred place, Kazu'kar.

Kazu'kar was the founding place of the Spellswords,

filled with arcane power and nature.

In the legends, it is said that a warrior named Qurbek came here looking for power to defeat his enemies,

once he had mastered the Arcana Magic he set out to kill those who deserved.

With both the power of magic and sword he became an

unstoppable force.

He then came back to Kazu'kar and trained Speelswords like Arkan himself.

"Temmil prepare the rest of the men! Katu and Radu, you scout the road back to Pelsyver."

"Sure captain!" shouted both of the brothers and rode their black stallions.

"Warden, how many are there?".

The druid leaned down and touched the ground, letting his spirit flow through all life.

The old man fainted and fell but Temmil caught him in time.

"Way way too many Arkan,3 Riders, and 37 troops, that's all I could sense."

"Get him a priest and let us ride!" yelled Arkan.

"The-, they are destroying everything Arkan, nature is aching with tremendous pain."

Arkhan mounted Ström (Stroem), his dusky blue warhorse

granted with the speed of lightning and began riding east beside his men.

The group was hidden well under the shadows of Irkil Trees.

Irkil trees were nothing but seeds when the Great Titans ruled

this realm, they protect the world from the Light of Az'ur.

Memories of her flew within his mind as he rode through the corpses.

They all seemed the same to him, no matter who's side they were on. All lifeless and without a purpose in their eyes.

Arkhan imagined the first time he set eyes on her:

The storm had gathered and red bolts of lightning cracked the sky. He and his men found shelter in an inn near the Lake of the Great Humkiin.

Arkhan greeted the innkeeper and asker for a table further in the back.

They started laughing, singing and cursing with the help of the mead.

After some time Arkhan raised his head to see if there was

any trouble, as he focused on the people, a woman with pale white

skin and brownish hair caught his eyes.

"Hey, Arkhan!Arkhan!" shouted Temmil with worry in his voice.

Arkhan awoke from his dream and said: "What's wrong Temmil?"

Temmil pointed at the two brothers Katu and Radu with his finger.

"The roa-, the road to Pelsyver, it's blocked," said Katu while trying to remove the arrows pierced to his shield.

"What do you mean it's blocked? Who blocked it?"

Radu's eyes opened abruptly with blue light beams coming

out of them, there he conjured a reflection of the roadblock ahead.

Arkhan seemed disoriented, how did their enemy come so far to block the road? Usually, the rangers of Pelsyver wouldn't have let them.

"There are too many of them, we can't take them all while Warden is weak. We should make camp somewhere safe," shouted Arkhan.

Temmil stroked his chin for a moment and said: "The city of Moltar is close, at least what's left of it."

"Fine, Moltar it is then."