Chapter 67 - 67 - The Fall of Saint realm.

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 - The Fall of Saint realm.

The battlefield was a vast expanse of turmoil, where the forces of the Saint Realm stood resolute against a relentless tide of the Demon Army. A deafening roar filled the air as the clash of steel and the bellowing of war cries echoed across the desolate landscape.

Saint Realm soldiers, clad in shimmering silver armor, formed a disciplined and unwavering line. Their shields interlocked, creating a wall of gleaming protection.

Each warrior brandished a sword or a spear, their eyes focused, their hearts filled with determination. Banners bearing the emblem of the Saint Realm fluttered proudly in the wind, a symbol of unwavering resolve.

The Demon Army, a horde of grotesque and nightmarish creatures, charged forth with savage ferocity.

Horned demons with fiery eyes, towering behemoths with gnarled tusks, and winged abominations with razor-sharp talons advanced with ruthless intent. Their eyes burned with malice, and their thirst for destruction was insatiable.

The clash of these two opposing forces sent shockwaves through the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the Saint Realm soldiers stood their ground, unyielding in the face of impending doom.

Swords met claws, spears pierced hide, and magic crackled in the air as the battlefield erupted into chaos.

The sky above was a canvas of destruction, with streaks of fire and lightning flashing across the heavens.

Mages from the Saint Realm unleashed their formidable spells, creating protective barriers and hurling devastating bolts of energy at the demon horde. Each spell was a testament to the years of training and sacrifice.

Amidst the chaos, a fearless commander, a beacon of hope, led the Saint Realm soldiers from the front. Their unwavering courage and unbreakable spirit rallied the troops, inspiring them to fight with every ounce of their being. The commander's sword gleamed with righteous fury as they struck down demons with precision and skill.

The battle raged on, with both sides refusing to yield. Blood was spilled, and the air was thick with the stench of death.

But the soldiers of the Saint Realm fought on, driven by an unshakable belief in their cause and the knowledge that they stood as the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie twilight upon the battlefield, the Saint Realm soldiers continued to stand their ground. They knew that this battle was not just for themselves but for the future of their realm. Their determination was a force to be reckoned with, a shining beacon of hope amidst the chaos of war.

Amid the chaotic battlefield, a hush fell over the Saint Realm soldiers as a shadow descended from the darkened sky.

It was the Demon Queen herself, Lady Amrantha Tenebri Noctilucis, a nightmarish vision of power and malevolence. Her presence alone sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors.

With a single sweep of her hand, the Demon Queen unleashed a wave of dark energy that tore through the Saint Realm's defenses like paper. Shields shattered, and soldiers were flung through the air, their bodies broken and lifeless.

The sky above crackled with dark magic as she descended upon the battlefield, her wings unfurled like those of a vengeful angel.

As they fought, memories of their past together and the love they once shared flooded their minds. The Man remembered the gentle touch of his wife, her laughter, and the warmth of her embrace.

The Demon Queen recalled the happiness they had once known, the moments of tenderness and the vows of eternal love they had exchanged until the very same man become reason for her children to succumbed to an unending fate.

But now, they were on opposing sides, locked in a battle that seemed to have no end. It was a battle not just of physical might but of wills and emotions.

The Man fought to free his beloved from the darkness that had ensnared her, while the Demon Queen defended her newfound power and the realm she had come to rule.

With each clash of their weapons, their hearts ached with the weight of their choices. The battle raged on relentlessly for two months, day and night, with no clear victor in sight.

As the final moments approached, they hurled each other away with a powerful exchange of attacks, both battered and bruised. Their eyes locked, carrying the profound pain and suffering that had marked their path.

The man, once a ruler who had commanded the entire Saint realm even as a proxy, and whose strength had rivaled that of the Saint realm king, had made his decision.

He swiftly moved toward his wife, the one who had borne the most suffering, and embraced her.

Her staff, drenched in blood, pierced through his heart, and he gazed at her with a mix of guilt and anguish.

A faint smile graced his lips, his eyes retaining their same intense gaze.

The man surrendered the vibrant colors in his eyes as he willingly embraced death. He couldn't bear to witness the suffering he had inflicted upon her any longer.

Was it love?

Was it guilt?

He couldn't say for certain, but he knew he couldn't let her endure any more pain.

In that moment, he lost not only as a ruler but also as a father and a husband. The epitome of strength had become a symbol of failure.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as the man's lifeless body cradled his wife, the Demon Queen. The air was heavy with sorrow and regret, and the very earth seemed to mourn the tragic end of the man.

Tears flowed from the Demon Queen's eyes as she cradled her husband's lifeless form. With his departure, her last tether to this life had faded. Her voice reverberated across the battlefield, where thousands of demons knelt before her.

"Prepare to depart for the Human realm," she commanded, her voice filled with determination and sorrow. The ti

me for a new chapter was upon them, and the fate of both realms hung in the balance.