Spirit Game

With fewer than ten thousand Hobgoblins against one thousand Ebizo, the tide of battle shifted dramatically. The Ebizo\'s stats were halved within the domain\'s influence, rendering them slower and less effective in combat.

"Fall back! Do not engage them under the domain!" General Varlox commanded, his voice thundered amidst the chaos.

General Varlox was trying to shield Rain from Kraggul\'s wrath, but found himself outmatched. The sheer power of the Lord\'s Domain made Kraggul an unstoppable force.

Varlox\'s halberd danced, each swing aimed to break through Kraggul\'s defenses, but the Hobgoblin king, countered with ferocious intensity. His strikes, amplified by the domain\'s power, hit with the force of a tempest, shaking the battlefield.

"My Lord Rain! Stay back! All of you, stay away from the domain!" General Varlox shouted, his voice cutting through the turmoil, a desperate plea to protect his lord and the others.

Varlox lunged forward, his halberd aimed at Kraggul\'s chest. Kraggul parried with a swift motion, deflecting the attack and retaliating with a powerful swing that forced Varlox to step back. The ground beneath them cracked under the weight of their blows, and the air was thick with the sound of clashing steel.

Kraggul\'s eyes burned with an intense hatred as he pressed his advantage, his strikes becoming more aggressive. Varlox struggled to keep up, his strength waning under the relentless assault. Despite his best efforts, Kraggul\'s superior power began to overwhelm him.

Alas, though he was a powerful General, he couldn\'t content with a Lord who utilized Lord\'s Domain.

Varlox\'s halberd met Kraggul\'s in a fierce clash, the impact sending shockwaves through the air. But Kraggul\'s fury was unstoppable. With a final, devastating blow, he shattered Varlox\'s defenses, sending the general sprawling to the ground.

Kraggul loomed over Varlox, his halberd raised high, ready to deliver the fatal blow. "You cannot stop me," he growled, his voice resonating with primal fury. A fiery red aura enveloped him, crackling with raw energy, making him appear like a demon incarnate.

As Varlox lay there, struggling to rise, he knew he had to buy more time for Rain and the others to run away from the domain. Kraggul couldn\'t possibly keep up the domain forever, and that\'s what he was waiting for.

However, it seemed Varlox would fall before Kraggul\'s spirit energy could be exhausted.

~WoOoOsShH!~

A swift arrow whistled through the air, striking the ground between Kraggul and Varlox. The impact forced the Hobgoblin king to step back, giving Varlox a precious moment to regain his bearings.

"Chi," Varlox called out, his voice steady despite the chaos. "You should stay with Lord Rain and protect him."

Another arrow zipped past, and Chi chirped.

\'Don\'t\' order me!\'

At the side, Helliana watched in awe and trepidation as King Kraggul\'s domain wreaked havoc on the battlefield. This was the same domain that had claimed his father\'s life.

His father, Warchief Kargoth, had wielded a Lord\'s Domain of his own, yet he had fallen before Kraggul. Helliana knew all too well the power Kraggul\'s domain possessed.

He couldn\'t fathom how a Hobgoblin\'s domain could surpass the might of an Orc\'s domain. But perhaps it was Kraggul\'s fierce ambition and unyielding will that fueled his domain\'s overwhelming power.

Helliana recalled the elders\' teachings: a domain\'s strength was a reflection of its lord\'s emotions and resolve. The greater the passion and drive, the more formidable the domain. And right now, Kraggul\'s wrath and ambition was a force of nature.

Kraggul\'s blows came faster, harder, each strike a testament to his grief and rage. General Varlox tried to match him but was easily overwhelmed. The two clashed, their weapons ringing out in a symphony of destruction.

Kraggul\'s eyes burned with a fierce light, and his voice rang out across the battlefield. "For Vargash! For everyone! For the Hobgoblins! For our future!"

The Hobgoblins echoed his cry, their voices a thunderous chorus of resolve. They surged forward, their exhaustion forgotten in the face of their leader\'s conviction.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos as General Varlox and King Kraggul clashed. Kraggul\'s halberd moved like a raging storm, each blow striking with such force that it sent shockwaves through the air. His eyes, burning with a mix of fury and vengeance, locked onto Varlox with a predatory focus.

Despite the barrage of attacks, Kraggul seemed impervious to pain, his injuries barely slowing him down. He advanced relentlessly, his strikes forcing Varlox onto the defensive.

Around them, the battlefield was a scene of utter devastation. The Hobgoblins, driven mad by the power of their Lord\'s Domain, surged forward. Their attacks were wild and relentless, driven by a primal rage that left no room for mercy.

The Ebizo soldiers, once formidable and disciplined, were now being slaughtered by the berserk Hobgoblins. Each swing of a Hobgoblin\'s weapon cut through armor and flesh with alarming ease. A lord\'s domain was truly terrifying.

Chi, and the rest of Rain\'s troops darted through the chaos, her arrows and their blades finding their marks. Chi and the others fought with a focused intensity, trying to provide Varlox and the Ebizo with the support they needed.

But even their combined efforts seemed insufficient against the tidal wave of Kraggul\'s wrath and the rest of his army.

Amid the turmoil, Thorgar burst onto the scene, his massive frame a beacon of hope amidst the carnage.

Injured but undeterred, Thorgar tore through the ranks of Hobgoblins with unstoppable force. Each swing of his weapon sent foes flying, creating vital breathing room for the embattled Ebizo soldiers. His movements were a blend of raw power and reckless disregard for his own safety.

Arrows, blades, and magic assailed him, lodging into his flesh, yet he remained undeterred, a relentless juggernaut of fury. His every strike was a whirlwind of destruction that inspired his comrades to fight on.

Thorgar saved every Ebizo soldier he could, pulling them from the brink of death and fighting back against the relentless tide of Hobgoblins.

The ground was littered with the fallen, and the air was thick with the sounds of battle — the clash of steel, the cries of the wounded, and the roars of combatants.

General Varlox, pushed to his limits, managed to land a few critical blows on Kraggul, but the pressure of Kraggul\'s domain forced him into a defensive stance.

Each time Varlox tried to regain the upper hand, Kraggul\'s unyielding aggression drove him back, a testament to the sheer power and ferocity of the crazed king.

In this crucible of war, the battle raged on with a raw, unfiltered intensity. Kraggul\'s domain, fueled by his undying rage and ambition, was a force of nature against which even the most skilled warriors struggled to prevail.

As the battle continued, King Kraggul\'s fury reached a boiling point. With a roar that shook the very earth, he unleashed his devastating skill [Inferno Oblivion].

A wave of blinding crimson energy erupted from him, cascading across the battlefield in a torrent of fire and destruction. The sheer force of the skill left a swath of devastation in its wake, and its intensity was such that even the bravest warriors faltered before its might.

General Varlox was caught in the fiery tempest, and was thrown backward, his halberd clattering to the ground as he lay defeated, his strength utterly spent.

The once formidable leader now lay crumpled amidst the wreckage, unable to rise. The battlefield fell into a stunned silence as the weight of Kraggul\'s power became painfully evident.

Kraggul was now an unstoppable force of nature, and turned his burning gaze towards Rain. His eyes, ablaze with a ruthless determination, locked onto his target with a predator\'s focus.

The Hobgoblin king charged forward, his massive form cutting through the chaos like a blade through silk, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Rain\'s heart raced as he saw the unstoppable tide of Kraggul bearing down upon him. His breath hitched in his throat, and he gritted his teeth, steeling himself against the overwhelming sense of dread.

The weight of Kraggul\'s ambition and the future of the Hobgoblins bore down on him like an immovable mountain. Rain knew he was no match for the Hobgoblin king, but the realization offered no solace.

The intensity of Kraggul\'s emotions created an almost palpable pressure, making it difficult for Rain to even think, let alone act. He stood rooted to the spot, a helpless spectator as the towering figure of Kraggul advanced with grim inevitability.

In a desperate bid to save Rain, the Ebizo soldiers scrambled to form a defensive wall. Their movements were frantic and disorganized, a last-ditch effort to intercept the advancing king.

But their efforts came too late.

With a contemptuous sweep of his halberd, Kraggul shot through their ranks, toppling soldiers left and right. The guard wall crumbled beneath his attack, the soldiers scattered and broken in his wake.

Rain watched in horror as Kraggul closed the distance, the King\'s blade glinting with a deadly promise. The King\'s imposing figure loomed over him, his intent clear.

Rain braced himself for the inevitable. In the blink of an eye, King Kraggul was upon him, his halberd a blur. The weapon pierced his chest with a sickening crunch, the force driving him back as agony exploded through his body. Time seemed to slow as he gasped for breath, his vision blurring.