Meanwhile, Adrius also was making his way towards the Astoria kingdom. He traversed the rugged terrain with a determined stride, his mind focused on the preparations and alliances that needed to be secured for the upcoming conflict.
There will be a lot of convincing. He could already imagine how troublesome it would be to talk to that king, queen, and their subordinates who only cared about power. It would be difficult to convince them that there is a worse doom than losing their power in a political war.
As he walked through dense forests and over rolling hills, he too began to notice the strange anomalies. The sky above him was no longer just a serene blue; instead, ominous flashes of red and black streaked across it at some point, casting an eerie glow on the landscape below.
Adrius paused, his eyes narrowing as he observed the unnatural phenomenon. "This is not a good sign," he muttered to himself. His grip tightened on his Starsteel staff.
The Archmage's senses were on high alert as he continued his journey. The forest around him seemed to shift and change. The shadows growing darker and more oppressive. The air was thick with an unsettling energy and the usual sounds of wildlife were eerily absent.
Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush caught his attention. Adrius turned, his staff at the ready. From the darkness emerged a group of mutated creatures—twisted forms of goblins and wolves emerged together, their eyes glowing with a sickly green light. Their bodies were malformed, covered in grotesque growths and bristling with hostility.
Adrius raised his Starsteel staff, the weapon's ethereal glow cutting through the gloom.
The mutated creatures lunged at him, their snarls echoing through the forest. Adrius channeled his Magic through the Starsteel staff, feeling the power surge within him.
With a swift motion, he unleashed a barrage of Magic attacks, the spells amplified by the Starsteel's inherent properties.
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning crackled from the staff, striking a mutated wolf and sending it crashing to the ground. Fire erupted in a blazing inferno, engulfing the goblins and reducing them to ashes.
The air shimmered as Adrius launch his Magi attack, each one more powerful and precise than the last.
There were questions that needed answers—questions about the Shadow Order and about how she knew about Dragon. But for now, the task of rallying the human kingdom and securing alliances took precedence.
Adrius sighed. "Soon," he muttered with a littlee bit regret. "Soon we will get the answers from you."
He carefully returned the Magic tube to its place within his robes, ensuring it was securely hidden. He stood up, grasping his Starsteel staff once more.
The forest around him was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. The sense of foreboding remained but Adrius knew that he could not afford to delay any longer.
With a long and fast stride Adrius continued his journey.
After hours of relentless travel Adrius finally crested the last of the towering mountain range that had served as a formidable barrier on his journey. As he emerged from the shadow of the peaks, a sight unfolded before him. The Kingdom of Astoria lay nestled in the heart of a dense woodland, interwoven with veins of industry and civilization.
From his vantage point high above, Adrius could see the kingdom spread out. The canopy of trees surrounding the city was a vibrant mix of greens, the summer foliage thick and lush. Nestled within this sea of greenery, the human settlements appeared like intricate works of art, carefully blended with the natural landscape.
The city of Astoria consist of buildings of stone and timber rose in harmonious clusters, their roofs peaked and tiled, glinting in the afternoon sun. The central district was marked by larger structures—government buildings, temples, and marketplaces—that stood proudly as symbols of civilization amidst the wilderness.
Network of roads that wound through the kingdom, connecting the various hamlets and mining outposts to the main city. Smoke rose in thin, steady plumes from the distant forges and smelters. Mines dotted the outskirts, their entrances marked by sturdy wooden frames and guarded by watchful sentinels.
The metallic clang of hammers and the hum of activity reached his ears, even from this distance, a symphony of productivity and labor.
Adrius smiled wistfully at the sight, this is his home. The home he was forced to abandon and now he needs to save.
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