Meanwhile, on the generals' side.
Countless cuts have been made on
Zarok's deadly skin, but they heal
instantly.
The two generals are already breathing
heavily, sweat streaming down their
cheeks. "There is no end to this,"
General Orion said, wiping his brow with
his right thumb.
General Darius stretches his hand,
gripping his spear firmly. "I think I have a
proposal." He said, partially turning to
General Orion. General Orion nods
slowly in agreement. "Why don't we
strike simultaneously, creating an
opening? I'll be the one to strike with my
aura when there's an opening; you give
the finish blow, not giving him any
chance to recover." He floated. General
Darius adjusts his grip on the spear,
charging forward, jabbing quickly,
keeping his distance, and aiming for his
weak spots.
But Zarok is relentless. With every thrust,
he parri with the flat of his axe, trying to
close the distance.
Zarok raises his right axe into the air,
aiming to strike General Darius. General
Orion intervenes swiftly, attacking from
behind, distracting Zarok.
Zarok raises both axes sideways,
spinning them heavily, creating a
powerful wind impact that forces both
generals to retreat. General Darius spins
his spear.
"Ice Aura: cold snap Aura (3 circle)." He
invoked a small mana circle materialize
behind his spear, releasing a burst of
cold emanating around him, causing
front to build up on the surface of it. He
strikes Zarok in the chest, piercing
through and freezing his flesh. Zarok
tries pulling out the spear as General
Orion strikes.
"Ice Aura: Ice spear barrage (3 circles)."
He evoked. A small mana circle
materialized behind his spear,
summoning multiple ice spears from the
air, launching them repeatedly at Zarok's
back, and slicing down, severing Zarok's
head. Zarok's body falls to the ground,
his head rolling away. Both generals fall
back, exhausted.
Five days later, in the meeting room of
the Kaldris kingdom palace, General
Orion and General Darius set with folded
hands, patiently awaiting the new
monarch's address.
They hear a knock on the door: "Knock,
knock, knock." The door opens, and
Drake enters. He sensed the bitter
atmosphere around the generals and
walks towards them cautiously.
"May I ask if she has shown up since she
returned back to the palace?" he
inquired. General Darius, taking deep
breath.
"No, perhaps you should check on her;
she's in his majesty chamber." He
replied.
Just then, the door opens, and Isabella
steps in. "You don't need to bother; I'm
here," Isabella announced.
Thank you all for condolences and your
support until the end," she said, turning
to the two generals.
"I would truly appreciate it if you could
continue supporting the kingdom until
your last breath."
The two generals kneel on their right
legs, placing their right hand on their
chest.
"Kaldris is our home, where our stories
have meaning. We will protect what gives
our life meaning till our last breath.
Please give us your order," both
generals said in unison. Isabella steps
forward, touching their shoulders.
"You can both stand." The two generals
stand.
"Thanks for trusting us; we will make
sure our services are up to your
expectation." The said, stepping back a
bit.
"Okay, you can both leave. I need to
speak with Drake privately." She said.
""Yes, your highness." They both
rejoined. Drake and Isabella turn, looking
at them as they open the door and leave.
Isabella turns back to Drake.
"Sorry for bringing you worry and
concern." She digs her hands into her
attire and brings out a scroll. "It seems
we can't keep you here anymore. Please
take this." She passed the scroll and
badge to Drake. "What are these for?"
He curiously inquired.
Isabella folds her arms, walking around
the meeting room. "When you get to
Greenland at the Central Plan, can you
please ask for someone called Maximus
at the Phantom mercenary office and
pass that scroll to him?" She walks back
to him. "As for that badge, you can have
it."
Drake passes back the badge, "You
don't need to give me an additional
badge. I have gotten one already."
Isabella pushes the badge on his hand
back to him.
"Just have it; it may serve another
purpose; as you can see, it is useless to
me because I can't attend anymore. Just
give it to anyone you think he or she
deserves it." Walking towards the door,
"Dave, you need to start preparing to
leave, and I won't see you off." Drake is
intrigued, watching Isabella leave the
room.
Thirty minutes later, at the Kaldris
kingdom's main gate. Drake is about to
leave when a man, pulling a hairy horse,
walks towards him.
"You must be Mr. Alexander Drake." The
man said. Drake's jaw tenses, and his
mouth closes. "Hum, sorry for the late
introduction," the man continue. "My
name is Kendrick, the formal king's
informant. I was sent down here by the
queen to pass this horse to you."
Kendrick gently pulls the horse across
Drake.
"Okay, pass my massage," Drake said.
"That I appreciate this gift." He climbs
onto the house while Kendrick holds it
steady.
"This is my fifth time riding a horse after
taking riding lessons at the riding stable
on Earth." He gently rides out the main
gate.