Four-pronged attack

The mage had instinctively moved his body, causing the deadly beam aimed for his head to miss and hit his shoulder instead. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he realized how deadly that spell was and how lucky he was to still be alive.

'Shit, shit, shit.' The mage thought through gritted teeth. ''It wasn't meant to be like this, why are these Tasvillers always this strong? Where are those bastards? His thoughts raced as the barrier of ice he erected began to crumble revealing Stefam who looked towards the mage with a calm expression.

"Is this the force Tholaria sent as advance?" Stefam asked with a cold disdain." Time indeed makes one forget… but don't worry, after today you will remember and you won't forget. The scars will be there as a painful reminder of the consequences of when you step on the tail of the sober beast."

The injured mage raised his head to look at Stefam as he spoke. "There you go again, you Tasvillers all have that arrogance. I might die today, but Tasvill will fall today and forget about a scar, you won't even be around to remember, because you will all be dead."

Stefam eyed the soldier coldly after his declaration, his eyes shining with a strange light. "We'll see who ends up with the scar." Stefam then pointed a finger at the mage. Light gathered around the tip and just when it was about to blast forth…

"Sigh, you Tholarians are a bit disappointing."

Stefam's brows furrowed when he heard the voice, before he could look towards the source a huge wave of crimson flames washed over him. Quickly rushing aside, Stefam escaped the flame storm, but just barely, as there were burn marks on some parts of his body.

Stefam hissed in pain as his body shone brightly allowing his injuries to start healing immediately. After a short moment of reprieve, Stefam finally spotted the owner of the voice.

It was a huge man that had flaming red hair and beards, he stood at a mighty height with a crimson coloured uniform hugging his muscular figure.

"Tch, these Tholarians are already dead, you all are just inconveniences here. Only the usurper, Simon, is worth mentioning, maybe a few others also, but I never expected you all to have been taken care of this easily, and by just one person." The huge man spoke calmly with his gaze fixed on the injured icr mage.

The ice mage gritted his teeth in annoyance at the man's words as he struggled to his feet and spoke. "We are just the advance."

"Sure." The man answered. "We have just arrived to join in." Following his words rifts began to tear the space opening up gates that connected the space to another. Immediately the gates stabilized men in crimson coloured uniforms began to pour in. Similar to the Tholarians they also had different weapons and equipment of warfare with them.

When Stefam saw the uniform on the huge man his eyes widened in shock, a foreboding feeling coming over him. 'Metath?' Stefam thought in fear. 'Are Metath and Tholaria colluding with each other to attack Tasvill?'

Listening to both men's dialogue and the appearance of the rifts with men in crimson uniforms rushing in, Stefam was now convinced that both nations had a cooperative alliance to attack Tasvill.

"You look fearful, boy." The red haired giant said with a roaring laughter. "Fear, it's a rare emotion for you Tasvillers right? But let me tell you… this is not the end." He finished his words with a wide grin.

'What could he mea-' Stefam's thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of many more rifts with more men pouring into the field, some wore the same crimson uniform of the red haired giant with others donned black uniforms with what seemed to be like light blue stripes on them. Another set also stormed in with a different set of uniforms, theirs was brown with black and white spots scattered all over the uniform.

Stefam's eyes widened in shock when he saw these soldiers making their way into the area with the aid of a gate. If he was a bit fearful before, now he was panicking.

Stefam recognised all the four uniforms of all the men present. Most people might not have recognised them, in fact most might find it strange that he even recognised them, but being the son of the king and the future leader of the kingdom he was also bound to be supreme commander of all the military personnels, so right from a young age, Stefam had been educated on many things pertaining to the military of Tasvill and other nations, and one of them was how to recognise the military uniforms of various Kingdom and nations and their distinctive features.

Stefam recognised the uniforms each to be from Tholaria, Metath, Gamund and Lenbur respectively. At this point Tasvill was being invaded by four nations, 'FOUR.' It made no sense to Stefam, it was absolute madness and the reality caused him to be extremely fearful.

Tasvill might have been a powerful country military wise, but could they survive a joint invasion of four kingdoms and nations? Stefam highly doubted it, hence his fear.

All four nations and kingdoms had bad blood with Tasvill in one way or another. But should it have been enough for them to gang up on Tasvill like this. Even if it was, these nations were not exactly on good terms and they didn't have the best of relationships with each other. So what exactly had made them join forces?

"What? Is the sober beast really scared?" The red haired giant mocked with a laugh, making reference to Stefam's earlier words to the ice mage. "Oh, don't worry, we won't concentrate all these forces on you alone." He said with a laugh.

The red haired man then raised his hand and with a signal all the men in crimson uniforms immediately scattered, moving to various parts of the Haven and beyond.

"I'm sure you aren't waiting for me to tell you all what to do…" The red haired man spoke to the men in the other uniforms.