The King's Final Request

Tempest stood tall, his red eyes gleaming fiercely as he spoke. "Now Eldra, listen up!" he paused and raised his hand to get their attention, "You have two choices, Leave now or face defeat and loss of many lives."

Ryker, Eldra's second-in-command, emerged from the army, blood seeping through the bruise on his forehead. "Your silly tricks are not enough to save you or threaten us."

Tempest smile remained unwavered, instead it changed to a diabolic smile, then his red eyes darkened, "This is not a trick, It's a small fraction of my own reality. Brought to life!" he said, his voice loud and laced with excitement.

With a wave of his hand, the green grid lines, on the ground began to glow. The Alliance, now organized into teams, activated their shields.

The sorcerers' magic pulsed, matching the grid's rhythm, mumbling incantations, few for protection and others for traps.