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"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!"

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" ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said

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After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her.

As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs.

A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response.

The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed.

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" come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding
" no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of red and gold, the anticipation in the air reached a fever pitch. In the midst of the looming battle, the armies tirelessly worked on setting traps around the forest, where the enemy was expected to advance from the northwest and northeast. Akin, the fifth prince, along with other commanders and the archduke of the east, meticulously planned their strategy.

"Our archers will initiate the attack, aided by our elite magic users to empower the arrows, causing a devastating blow to the enemy armies. This will create an opening for our pikemen to breach the defenses. Finally, we will launch a full-fledged assault with our men, with the support of the fourth prince and his forces. Upon hearing our signal, the attack will commence," Akin elaborated, the determination evident in their expressions.

Meanwhile, in the south, the onslaught showed no signs of abating. The archduchess and her commanders, accompanied by their dukes, fought valiantly to repel the invaders. Amidst the chaos, a duke voiced his concern. "It seems the general is not assisting us."

The archduchess, observing the situation, analyzed, "This is merely a ploy to lure them into the south. Look how their armies are dwindling."

"We must reinforce the south's security," another duke proposed. The archduchess nodded in agreement, utilizing her magic to expertly wield her sword. Swiftly, she dispatched her enemies, throwing her sword with precision. The blade found its mark on an enemy commander, cutting through his defenses. The soldiers, witnessing this display of skill, couldn't help but be in awe, their reverence for the archduchess growing.

Meanwhile, in the northwest, the Jagud Invaders' armies were divided, advancing towards the northeast and west. In the forest, they proceeded cautiously, attempting to anticipate any ambush. Suddenly, they fell into a trap, unleashing chaos upon them. Out of their five thousand soldiers, the trap claimed a significant number, reducing their force by over a thousand.

Seizing the opportunity, the soldiers led by the third prince and a commander sprang into action, trapping the invaders and engaging them in fierce combat. Blood stained the forest floor, war cries echoing through the air, marking this grim battleground. Meanwhile, the general led the remaining soldiers to the north wall, making strategic moves to fortify their defenses.

Chapter 63: "Blades of Destiny"