The kingdom of Valemont had long been a jewel of prosperity — fertile fields, bustling markets, and castles that pierced the clouds. But none of that would save them from the storm approaching from the north.
Sonar Von Draconia stood atop his flagship tower in Draconia’s capital, overlooking the map illuminated by black fire. Morgrath the Silent circled high above, a shadow blotting out the moon.
[Target: Kingdom of Valemont]
[Objective: Complete Domination and Submission.]
“Their defenses are strong,” Veyra said, crouched beside him. “But poorly coordinated. They will fall if we strike precisely.”
Sonar’s black eyes glead. “They will learn fear… before they learn resistance.”
The Executioners moved like a storm:
Veyra, Seraphis, and Nyssara infiltrated Valemont under cover of night, assassinating key generals and poisoning the water supply. Shadows moved silently, leaving terror in their wake.
Draven Ironfang, Xyrris the Crimson Tide, and Korrak Stonefist struck the walls at dawn, their combined force tearing through gates like they were paper. Lava, fire, and brute strength reduced stone fortifications to rubble in minutes.
Selene Duskmourn cast magical suppressions over the defenders, binding their spells, twisting incantations back upon their casters.
Kaelen Duskbane raised the fallen from the surrounding battlefield, creating a horde of skeletal soldiers that forced the Valemont army to fight on multiple fronts, their lines collapsing in terror.
Thalrik Bonecrusher led the central siege, unyielding, an immovable force, holding captured positions and reinforcing breaches with his undead legions.
Morgrath the Silent descended from the skies at the climax, wings spreading like a shadowed sun, scorching Valemont’s main army and reducing cavalry to ash.
By midday, the kingdom’s walls were smoking ruins. The royal family hid in the palace, trembling, as Sonar himself strode through the streets, black fire licking at the cobblestones.
A young commander rushed to confront him. “You… you cannot take Valemont! We will fight!”
Sonar tilted his head. “You will fight,” he said, voice calm, cold, and lethal. “But not for freedom. You fight for survival… and even then, few will live.”
With a gesture, Veyra struck from the shadows. Seraphis’s blade cut the commander down before he could reach his n. The city watched silently, too terrified to scream, too paralyzed to flee.
By nightfall, Valemont was silent. Smoke curled over the city like the fingers of death. Survivors knelt in the streets before Sonar’s throne erected in the ruins of the royal palace.
“I am Sonar Von Draconia,” he declared. “Valemont now belongs to Draconia. Those who resist… will be extinguished. Those who obey… will serve and prosper under my empire.”
Morgrath’s wings cast shadows over the kneeling citizens. Xyrris and Draven roared, warning all who dared defy them. Kaelen’s skeletal legions patrolled the streets. Selene’s chains shimred across the city, suppressing any magic that dared rise.
The kingdom of Valemont had fallen in a single day.
The ssage was clear: Draconia does not negotiate. Draconia conquers. Draconia destroys.
And Sonar Von Draconia, with his 10 Draconic Executioners, had announced the empire’s arrival to the world.
[Draconia Empire – Expansion Phase: Initiated.]
[Target Kingdoms – Status: Fear Established.]
The age of rcy was over.
The age of Draconia had begun in blood and fire.
🔥 End of Chapter Thirteen.
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