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Long Live the Queen (2)
In the Abelorn Forest, the druid Yuel, the golemancer Kranel, and Dorron Warsky are powerful members of the main party in Arhan: The Legend of Heroes. Though their growth is slow and acquiring the hidden pieces for their final development is challenging, once fully leveled up, they are worthy of being called elite party members.
These three demonstrate exceptional prowess in the increasingly large-scale battles of the main storyline. However, their capabilities are so game-breaking that achieving their full potential isn’t possible until early in the third year. But Korin Lork, who knows the future, has already completed their development.
With a questionable source of money, he secured magic swords and teamed them up early on to operate combined golems. He also provided them with the final pieces for their development from Mag Mell, completing their growth long before it should have been possible.
As a result, the battlefield they now command is on a different level compared to others.
“Go, Nature Wicker Warrior!”
A massive war machine thundered across the ground with every movement. As its right foot lifted and then stomped down, dozens of beasts were crushed underfoot. Without an equally massive opponent on the battlefield, the Wicker Warrior simply lifted, stomped, and struck, over and over. Each simple action changed the course of the battle, causing the monsters to burst like pudding.
“Behold, this great power…! This is the miracle born from the bond between golems and humans…!”
Kranel’s voice rose with the manic fervor of controlling the giant, while Yuel sighed, strengthening its shell. It was her job alone to maintain the natural armor that was the core of the Nature Wicker Warrior.
“Please, spirits, help us. Sweep away those foul creatures.”
At Yuel’s request, spirits that had been housed within the Wicker Warrior’s shell armor poured out. Hundreds of spirits, eager to assist their druid guardian, unleashed elemental attacks on the monsters.
A one-man army. The final form of these two characters was a marvel, one that players often called overpowered.
“Impressive.”
On the shoulder of this giant, a swordmaster wielding magic swords stood. He controlled swords of thunder and flame, high-powered magical blades that scythed through the swarms of beasts, including the golden sword Moralltach, which devastated groups of monsters in one sweep. Dorron’s graceful yet powerful swordplay was the perfect complement to the golem’s heavy presence, clearing the surrounding area with ease.
“I’m doing my job because I’m well paid… but this is becoming a bit much for a mere mercenary.”
When Korin Lork first suggested capturing the transformed vampire lord, Marie Dunarev, Dorron had thought he was crazy. But Korin seemed to have known exactly how to counter every event—whether it was the release of the Iron Mountain King or the ambush on the Mage Tower—always positioning the right people at the right place and time.
“Are you planning to back out now?”
“Not at all. Where would I find another employer who pays as well and on time?”
“Most others follow him without payment, you know.”
“You’ll have to excuse me for that. I have many mouths to feed.”
Beyond the ridge where the giant golem stood, a larger battlefield raged. The Warsky Mercenary Corps, hired at an astronomical cost, were cutting down monsters with brutal efficiency. The corps was expensive, typically unaffordable for most, but Korin’s extraordinary wealth had hired them all. Though they were top-tier mercenaries, they were not the main players on this battlefield.
“In the end, we’re just the supporting cast. The stars of this show are elsewhere. And that’s quite a relief.”
Dorron’s gaze shifted beyond the ridge, towards where the true battle was taking place.
The city trembled. The beasts that had crawled up from hell were being crushed and shattered before the gatekeepers. The beasts were funneled by the limited paths left open by the runes of the sun, making them easy targets. Despite their overwhelming numbers, the strategy was far from efficient.
However, numbers alone can be a form of power. As the waves of monsters surged and gaps in the defenses began to appear, more and more of them poured through. Their ultimate goal was the academy, and so, naturally, they converged onto a single path. And there, at the end of that path, waited the final gatekeeper.
“Hello.”
A serene voice greeted them. A young woman with pink hair and a pure white habit stood with an innocent smile. Estelle Hadatha El Rath, the most revered woman in the land, stood alone without any guards to protect her.
To the beasts, the human concept of social hierarchy meant nothing. They were curses left by the gods, meant to punish the people of Goidel. They only obeyed the commands given by the gods, and to them, Estelle was just another piece of Goidel trash to be torn apart. But why did they feel the radiance of divinity coming from her?
“Are you treating me like a goddess? How delightful.”
Estelle seemed to grasp the reasoning behind their behavior. Their obedience was driven by a desire for vengeance, not justice. But even so, she was sincerely pleased by their reverence. It reassured her that she truly could become a goddess.
“But still—”
They surged towards her, a thick mass of monsters ready to devour the slender woman. And then—
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A deafening explosion. In the center of a blast that cleared a radius of 500 meters, a giant stood wielding a massive club.
“How dare you challenge a goddess? Then you leave me no choice but to deliver divine punishment.”
Grovel, creatures of the earth.
Bow down in fear.
For the one wielding that magical club is the new goddess of this age.
She who dares to mock false gods and aspires to become a deity herself.
For those who stand before her, there is only worship and submission.
Worship, worship.
Bow down and worship the new age of divinity.
The Academy Destruction episode occurs suddenly when everyone is caught up in the festivities. This marks the beginning of the endgame, where the main antagonist, Tates Valtazar, makes his move, shattering the illusion of safety the players had built over two years.
It is here that the beloved city, where the player has spent two years building relationships and memories, is suddenly engulfed in flames, and the righteous goddess Erin Danua sacrifices herself—a pivotal moment in the story.
In this episode, my master dies, trying to stop Valtazar. We prepared for this battle, Sihoo and I, but despite all our efforts, we fell short. And because of that failure…
“I am an adult, child. As an adult, it is my duty to protect you, my child, above all else.”
She died. The one who taught me everything gave her life for me and left.
“We should have stopped Ohad here.”
We were outmatched. Overwhelmed. Ohad’s power of the sun was absurdly destructive, smashing through everything we had prepared.
“We failed then, but this time will be different.”
Back then, Ohad had the power of the sun. Dun Skai unleashed a flood of serpents and toads, and Fermack Daman swept through our ranks like a storm. Valtazar didn’t even need to lift a finger; the overwhelming power of his allies was enough.
“But after that day’s failure, I found out where they appeared.”
Right here. The clock tower. In the game, it was never explained, but in this world, I found out that they revealed themselves at the entrance to the paradise where the Rune of Origin – T is hidden.
“That’s why I asked you to come with me.”
“Yes, Doom Norix is busy in the north preparing for the revival of the World Tree, so only Tates and Ohad remain. Master, you can keep Ohad occupied, right?”
“Do you… think you can win?”
She asked if I could defeat Tates Valtazar. I smiled wryly.
“Winning is relative.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to exploit Valtazar’s second commandment.”
I do not perceive spirits.
The second commandment that Valtazar used, the one I mimicked. It denies the perception of spirits. There’s only one way to break it.
“I’ll force him to perceive spirits. It’s only possible in this space.”
“The Shadow Paradise.”
In this place, where the separation between flesh and spirit is blurred, it’s possible to recreate the same effect, even if the location and timeline have changed.
“But if you do that…”
“When the second commandment’s effect is triggered, who do you think will suffer more? It won’t be me.”
Yes, it’s a double-edged sword. The vague wordplay of not perceiving spirits is potent, but it carries a heavy toll. However, the one who suffers more from that toll will be Valtazar. No matter how I look at it, I’m the one who gains.
“When the commandment’s effect takes hold, both sides will be on the brink of death. If Valtazar and I are both out of the fight in this battlefield… it’s doable, right?”
“…”
My master didn’t deny my plan, but she looked sad. Did she think this was a sacrifice?
“I told you, I’m giving it back.”
There’s still so much more I have to repay you for. Even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to repay everything you’ve given me. So, you have to live longer. You have to live to receive everything I still have to give you.
The penalty of the commandment?
I’ll endure it.
As long as it means you can live, I’ll pay any price.
“Let’s get ready.”
We prepare thoroughly. We simulate the battle over and over. The moment Valtazar appears, the sun runes I’ve placed all over the city will devour him and the sun will strike. That alone won’t be enough. Knowing Valtazar, he’ll anticipate that much. Then, I’ll throw the silver spear with the hidden technique of the Fortress of Doom, disrupting his solar spear. Even if the power of Aradwa is activated, I’ve got countermeasures. By exploiting Valtazar’s lack of information, I can create an opening to break the commandment.
“Come, Tates Valtazar.”
This time will be different. I’ve spent the past three years sharpening the blade of revenge just for you, ever since you killed my master.
The dawn breaks. The moon slowly dips below the horizon, and the morning light begins to rise. And then, six o’clock. Seven o’clock… Eight o’clock…
“What?”
Tates Valtazar… did not appear.
On the last day of the Harvest Festival, royal duties are not over until the festival is officially closed. Originally, the festival should have been shared with her sisters, but because the saintess neglected her duties, Miruam was left to handle the festival in the capital alone.
“Phew…”
Even as the morning sun streamed through the curtains, Miruam’s fatigue didn’t fade. She had been running around the city for a week, managing the festivities. Today, she thought she might call for her maids and have a massage. As she reached for water, she noticed that the bottle of whiskey in her room had disappeared.
“Tates Valtazar.”
Her voice was slow as she called out, simultaneously activating the familiar attached to her clothing. A decorative snake on her outfit stirred to life.
“Princess Miruam.”
He was there, beyond the curtains on the terrace. His presence was so overwhelming that just his voice felt like it could crush her heart. As he opened the door to the terrace and stepped inside, the snake struck.
Snap!
“Well.”
But the snake never reached his neck. It was caught effortlessly, held in his hand as if it were nothing.
“I don’t like fighting with toys. There’s no satisfaction in it.”
With a crunch, he crushed the familiar in his hand. He began to walk towards her, unhurriedly, without warning.
“…”
Miruam couldn’t move until he was right in front of her.
“What… do you want?”
“Oh, not running?”
“It’s pointless.”
“Of course.”
He was a god of chaos. A real god walking this earth. If he wanted to, no defenses in the palace would matter.
“I’ve come to inform you that our contract is null and void, Princess.”
Resistance… is meaningless.
I wanted to have our child…
She should have asked.
Miruam closed her eyes as Tates reached out to her.
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