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Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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While ti had passed since Madara had left the camp, trapped in that cave, his chakra had finally begun to settle.
But he had to stay there in silence, waiting to control the new power he had received. anwhile, the afternoon continued to pass, and the mages in the mountains continued heading south.
Now, they stood in the middle of the battlefield where Madara and the creature had fought, staring at the devastation with a mixture of disbelief, fear, and confusion. They couldn't understand how anyone could fight and leave the land in such a state.
There were areas destroyed by explosions, the ground dug up and scorched, cuts everywhere as if a massive weapon had been involved in the battle. Yet, there was no sign of the creature, only the battlefield, burning trees, and the place littered with bodies, with all kinds of monsters imaginable strewn around.
"Does that boy have so much power...? Is it even possible?!" The mages couldn't help but be astonished, realizing Madara was even stronger than they had imagined.
"We can think about this later. First, let's deal with the burning forest... After all, the flas here could alert many more people at night," one of the mages said, and the others nodded in agreent.
Swiftly, they began casting spells to extinguish the flas, though they struggled with the black fire.
"What kind of magic is this? It's like it's spreading and consuming everything at the sa ti...!" Keira exclaid, trying to douse the flas as she cast spells in the elven tongue.
This went on for a while until they finally managed to put out all the fires.
"Now, what should we do with these corpses? So remain, though most are burned," a mage pointed to a few scattered animals and monsters.
Then, they began burning the remains of everything that had died there before preparing to continue their journey, camping nearby.
"Has the war already started?" one of the mages asked.
"We don't know... but it's obvious it won't be long. Right now, the two armies must already be eting," an older mage replied.
"..." Silence fell over the seven mages for a mont.
"We're only half of what we were now... All the others are dead, and I hope Triss is safe," Keira comnted.
"Yes... But we can still make a difference for the northerners, however..." Coral spoke now. "I wonder what will happen in this war; things seem to be heading toward sothing unimaginable," she remarked.
"I have a feeling this battle will never be forgotten..." Another middle-aged sorcerer agreed.
"And sothing tells that boy will do sothing yet..." Coral added with a sharp look.
"You're very interested in that boy, Coral. Don't tell you're planning to claim him; that's disgusting—he's only 12, isn't he?" Keira exclaid, looking at Coral with suspicion and disgust.
"Don't misunderstand , Keira... But if he grows... it wouldn't be bad to have him for myself," Coral replied with a tone of desire, while the other mages raised their eyebrows, so thinking Coral might be dealing with sothing that would burn her after witnessing what the boy could do.
"Anyway, shouldn't he be sowhere around here? Shouldn't we help him, after all, he saved us," another mage comnted, but the older mage beside him shook his head.
"It's better not to. We don't even know where he could be, and his projection didn't tell us where he would be. It's better to focus on the mission," the old mage advised.
Thus, the mages decided to rest while keeping watch and setting magical traps. As night continued, the sun began to rise on the horizon.
As the sunlight spread, elsewhere, a girl watched the sunrise. It had only been two days since Madara had left her, but she felt strange.
"When will he return...? I hope it's soon..." Ciri murmured. She couldn't deny feeling odd, alone there, for she had gotten used to Madara's presence. So much so that she had grown so bored that she woke up before dawn and went to one of the hideout's entrances to watch the sun rise.
Footsteps began to sound heavily behind her, and Toto approached her.
"You're here... when do you think he'll return?" she repeated the question, though the young griffin beside her gave no response, simply staying at her side.
"As expected…" Ciri murmured, receiving no answer, but she stood up the next mont. "Anyway… let's do so training." She murmured as she adjusted herself before heading back inside with the griffin.
Before entering, she couldn't help but look once more at the sky lighting up the night. "I miss you…" she murmured, then went back inside, determined to continue her training, not wanting to disappoint Madara if he asked what she had been doing the whole ti.
anwhile, Geralt was taking Triss north of the wall, with Madara on the other side of the mountains, standing in the cave, focused as his body emitted a steady flow of chakra, while events began to unfold below the wall.
As dawn broke over the battlefield, a thin mist ford overnight hung over the field that would soon beco the stage for the battle to decide the fate of the North.
The Nilfgaardian army had finally reached the other side of the border, and tension quickly escalated among the Northern forces as they saw their enemies now gathered there.
Thorne, alongside the Terian general, summoned all the camp leaders, including the key nobles of the Kingdom of Sodden, the direct captains of the Terian army, and the chapter of mages—the core of their leadership. This was the war council for this conflict, with many representing the kings of the Northern kingdoms.
Now gathered in the command tent, the ergency eting had already begun. "We should prepare all defenses imdiately. However, I don't think the Nilfgaardians will attack us today. They'll likely rest, and it's also useless to attempt a surprise attack without knowing the strength of the forces they've brought," Thorne initiated the discussion, leading the eting while the general remained silent.
Many leaders around the table had varied expressions. So seed thoughtful, others looked like they wanted to challenge the king and launch a full-scale attack, and others were distracted—especially Tissaia, whose mind was elsewhere. Thorne noticed this, suspecting that Madara had spoken to her.
"How goes the situation with the witchers killing various nobles throughout the kingdom?" asked a noble from Sodden. There were still three witchers from the School of the Cat on missions within Sodden, attempting to capture important people and even kidnapping families for Nilfgaard, and they had evaded capture due to their agility and difficulty to track, though they had avoided many of the attacks on them.
At that mont, Tissaia finally snapped out of her thoughts and decided to address the noble and everyone else.
"I've sent several groups of mages to hunt them down. I'm sure we'll have so results by tomorrow," she said in a neutral tone.
"Like the mages who died in that strange incident in the North?" another noble sneered.
"That wasn't the work of Nilfgaardians," Tissaia replied. "Yennefer passed on information, and what they encountered there wasn't a group of Nilfgaardian soldiers, but rather a group of monsters." Yennefer had shared this, concealing the truth of the situation, though Tissaia knew sothing more was involved. For Yennefer, it was hard to admit that she was hiding the Princess of Cintra in her hideout. Furthermore, she couldn't explain that there were people capable of using such strange magic with hand-seal executions that could even surpass mages in power.
"Calm down. We must focus on the present, not on what has already happened," Thorne intervened with an authoritative tone, looking at each of them. "In any case, we'll be prepared, but we're still waiting for tomorrow's battle."
He paused and looked at one of his n present. "Any news from the South?"
"No, my lord, nothing from the South. We're completely out of contact with the other part of Sodden's forces…" the man replied, while Thorne looked concerned and turned to Tissaia.
"You can send so mages to investigate. I fear the South has fallen, and we might be surprised by Nilfgaard coming from that direction," he requested.
"With all due respect, Thorne," Vilgefortz of Roggeveen spoke up at that mont, raising his voice, "I believe it would be a waste to send forces to investigate the South while Nilfgaard's army is right at our doorstep. I think we should focus on them." He voiced his opinion.
Thorne considered Vilgefortz's words. It was a difficult decision, bearing the weight of a crown and the responsibility for an entire kingdom.
"Very well. We'll focus on the war here… As I've said, I want all defenses prepared, every area watched, and for the mages to be ready to investigate any movent in the enemy camp. This eting is over," he said, and everyone nodded in agreent.
Quickly, the leaders began positioning themselves around the camp, trying to prepare as best they could for any attack. Fortunately, nothing happened that day.
The Nilfgaardians simply began organizing themselves, setting up their tents along the border, forming a line on the horizon, not unlike the combined army of Sodden and Teria.
Later, Thorne found himself alone in his tent, ready to sleep, but unable to, sipping so wine and reflecting on the burden he carried—not only for his kingdom but also for half an entire continent. All this weight rested upon his shoulders. He didn't know what the next day would bring, but seeing Madara earlier that sa day had given him a glimr of hope.
Not that he wanted to depend too much on the boy, but he believed that the young warrior could make a difference in the fight, either for the army's morale with an invincible warrior or even with the damage he could inflict.
Still, he would have to wait; Madara might not even appear the following day. Even so, Thorne hoped for his presence before the two armies launched a full-scale attack.
This fight would likely begin with small skirmishes to avoid sacrificing too many n at once—a strategy so armies had used before, just as Sodden had with Cintra when Thorne's father had decided to go to war with the neighboring kingdom to prove his power. It was a fight ant solely to boost morale while the armies prepared, with each side sending soldiers amounting to about a tenth of their armies to fight each other.
In the end, he could do nothing but wait. The next day, the true war in the North would begin, and the future of the kingdom would be decided from the mont the first man fell on the battlefield.
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