The kingdom of Eldrath stood proud, perched atop cliffs that overlooked the Azure Sea. Its walls were white stone, polished and nearly impregnable. Generals boasted that Eldrath could withstand any assault, that their magic and fortifications would hold against any enemy.
They had not counted on Sonar Von Draconia.
[Target: Kingdom of Eldrath]
[Objective: Total Conquest and Submission.]
Sonar surveyed the coastline from his flagship tower, Morgrath circling above, wings blotting out the sun. His 10 Draconic Executioners stood around him, each ready, each a force of unstoppable destruction.
“Their fortifications are strong,” Veyra noted, her eyes scanning distant towers. “Direct assault could cost us many lives.”
Sonar’s smile was rciless. “We will not waste lives unnecessarily. Precision, terror, and inevitability — that is our strategy. Eldrath will kneel, or it will be erased.”
The siege began with psychological warfare.
Nyssara infiltrated the city under cover of night, assassinating key officers and spreading rumors of betrayal.
Seraphis and Selene worked together to neutralize the city’s mages, turning their own spells against their allies.
Kaelen raised undead along the beaches, silently amassing a force to cut off any retreat.
When dawn broke, Xyrris, Draven, and Korrak led the direct assault:
Lava spewed from Xyrris, lting walls and turning battlents into rivers of fire.
Draven’s dragonborn fury tore through gates, his war cry shaking the defenders’ morale.
Korrak led infantry into breaches, hamr crushing bone and steel alike.
From above, Morgrath rained icy death, freezing soldiers where they stood, splitting formations with wing strikes and frostfire.
Inside the palace, the royal family and commanders huddled. “We cannot withstand them,” one general whispered. “The Executioners… they are not mortal. How do we fight gods?”
But Sonar did not fight as a mortal. He walked through the city, black fire trailing his steps. Every street burned, every tower shattered, and every soul witnessing him trembled.
“Bow, or perish,” he said, voice calm, cutting, and absolute. “The Draconia Empire does not negotiate. It erases.”
A final attempt at resistance was made — the king’s elite guard surged, magic flashing against black fire. But Selene’s chains bound their spells, Kaelen’s undead blocked retreat, and Xyrris and Draven tore through the ranks like living storms. The king’s army crumbled.
By nightfall, Eldrath lay in ruin. The royal family was captured, the city’s defenses dismantled, and its citizens kneeling before Sonar’s throne.
He stood before the conquered city, Morgrath’s shadow looming over him. The Draconic Executioners were a perfect machine of destruction and control.
“Let this be a lesson,” Sonar declared, black flas illuminating his figure. “Draconia does not ask. Draconia does not bargain. Draconia commands. And all who oppose us… will be annihilated.”
[Draconia Empire – Expansion Phase: Ongoing.]
[Neighboring Kingdoms – Status: Terror Established.]
The world had felt the first true wave of the empire. The age of kingdoms was ending. The age of Draconia had begun — absolute, rciless, and inevitable.
🔥 End of Chapter Fifteen.
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