True King's Ecstasy

Velian and Aurora stood side by side, their weapons glistening with the blood of their fallen enemies.

They had finally defeated Valerie, the wicked woman who had wreaked havoc upon their land for far too long. The battle had been fierce and relentless, but their unwavering determination had prevailed.

As the dust settled, Velian and Aurora approached Valerie\'s lifeless body. Their eyes met, a mixture of relief and exhaustion etched upon their faces. Without hesitation, they knelt down and carefully retrieved the amulet that had granted Valerie her immense power.

It pulsed with malevolent energy, a reminder of the evil they had just vanquished.

Velian gripped his sword tightly, his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and caution. "We cannot take any chances, Aurora. We must make sure she is truly dead."

Aurora nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Agreed, Velian. We can\'t afford any surprises."

Velian noticed how Aurora became more clear to converse with, but he decides to ignore it for now as he wanted to capture this city before something else appear and disturb their plan.

With practised precision, they simultaneously plunged their swords into Valerie\'s unmoving body, confirming her demise. Satisfied that the threat had been eliminated, they withdrew their weapons and turned their attention to the aftermath of the battle.

"Let\'s go, darling, mothers might need our help," Vekian said and carried Aurora, without letting her get down.

The field was littered with fallen warriors, some wounded and others motionless.

The corpses of both cell users and humans were there showing how serious this battle was.

Velian\'s heart sank, but a glimmer of hope remained as he saw that many of their comrades and all the girls had survived. He took a deep breath, gathering his strength and resolve.

"Juno! Mother! Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?" Quickly running toward the group of women sitting next to the mountain of dead bodies, Velian questioned and he saw how they had so many wounds, but lucky for them as none of them were fatal enough to kill them.

"Velian! Come here, we are okay, just a little wound," Daphnia shouted with happiness, as she knew Velian being here meant, he had won the battle and she felt proud and satisfied knowing that all the deaths of their comrades were not in vain.

"It\'s not over yet," Velian proclaimed, his voice carrying across the battlefield.

"We have won a great victory, but there is still work to be done. Follow me to the castle. We must seize it before any more darkness can take root."

The surviving warriors, their bodies battered and spirits weary, looked to Velian with newfound determination.

They had endured the chaos of battle, and their loyalty to their leader was unwavering.

"Yes, Your Highness!" they responded in unison, their voices filled with a mix of exhaustion and unwavering loyalty.

And they quickly took their weapons back and the medics treated the heavily injured without letting them battle again.

With a sense of purpose, Velian and Daphnia led their weary but determined army towards the castle, their footsteps echoing through the scarred battlefield.

They knew the fight was not yet over, but their spirits were refreshed by the thought of reclaiming this land from the clutches of darkness.

Together, they forged ahead, their resolve stronger than ever. The fate of their kingdom hung in the balance, and they would stop at nothing to bring peace and prosperity back to their people.

On his way, Velian explained everything that happened to him and how he faced Valerie and about Aurora\'s sudden development.

They were surprised to hear that Aurora actually help her father, but all of them felt proud of their daughter for being the brave little girl she is.

All of them decided to dote on her more, as soon as they go back.

But for now, Velian and his group, battle-hardened and determined, stormed through the imposing gates of the castle.

The clash of steel filled the air as they swiftly dispatched the guards who stood in their path. Their objective was clear: occupy the castle, leaving no remnants of Valerie\'s legacy behind.

As they made their way deeper into the heart of the fortress, Velian\'s eyes scanned the surroundings, and his senses heightened.

"So she didn\'t even have other people living in this castle? What a sad life, no wonder Union people were the original puppets, while people thought royalty was the puppet," Velian muttered as he advanced through the hall.

The halls were eerily silent, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle. Valerie\'s presence was palpable, but she had left only servants and maids to tend to the castle\'s daily affairs. Their lives would be spared in this battle of wills.

Undeterred by the absence of resistance, Velian pressed on, his determination guiding his every step.

The grand doors to the throne room stood before him, beckoning him to uncover the secrets that lay within. With a swift motion, he pushed them open, revealing a vast expanse of opulence.

The throne, resplendent in its craftsmanship, caught Velian\'s attention. Carved from a special natural material, it exuded an aura of power and mystique.

Drawn towards it, Velian approached, his eyes honing in on a small, empty round socket at its pinnacle.

"Hmm~ it looks rather similar,"

It was unmistakably the place where the Amulet of Dukas had once rested.

He scrutinized the throne, his mind racing with possibilities. "This throne... It\'s more than a mere symbol of power," Nikol mused aloud, his voice a mere whisper in the expansive chamber.

His companions, sensing his intrigue, gathered around him, their eyes reflecting curiosity and anticipation. "What do you think, Nikol?" one of them asked, eager for his insight.

Velian\'s gaze never wavered from the throne. "This material... It\'s no ordinary stone. I believe it possesses the ability to channel and amplify mana," he explained, his words carrying a weight of conviction.

A hushed silence settled upon the group as they absorbed Velian\'s revelation. The significance of the throne\'s composition was not lost on them. It was a hidden source of power, a potential weapon that could be used to their advantage.

Velian\'s hand gently grazed the empty socket, his eyes gleaming with determination and thinking about his next moves.