As midnight descended upon the land, Siora stood at the forefront of her summoned army of golems. The moon's pale light illuminated the vast array of earth creatures standing behind her. Each one was imbued with her commanding presence. With a wave of her hand, she set the golems in motion, their heavy footsteps echoing through the night.
The ground beneath them trembled as the golems, massive and formidable, began their march toward the city. The rhythmic thud of their steps reverberated through the silent darkness, a foreboding sound that carried both awe and trepidation. The city lay ahead, its distant lights twinkling with unsuspecting innocence.
The soldiers stationed on the walls were the first to notice the approaching army of golems. Their eyes widened as they witnessed the formidable force advancing steadily toward the city gates, each heavy step sending vibrations through the ground.
The soldiers on the walls quickly sounded the alarm, their urgent cries piercing the air. The city guards scrambled into action, rallying their forces to prepare for the impending arrival of the golems. Whispers of both fear and determination spread among them as they tried to comprehend the sight before them.
Some soldiers, seasoned warriors with battle-hardened hearts, tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces etched with a mix of concern and readiness. Others, less experienced or newer recruits, exchanged nervous glances, their hands trembling slightly.
As the news of the approaching golems spread throughout the city, the streets filled with murmurs and gasps. Citizens sought refuge within their homes, barricading doors and shuttering windows in an attempt to protect themselves from the unknown threat.
"It seems that the plan is working well…" Ailen said while they were flying over the walls of the city inside a wind sphere.
Cailena felt a bit troubled since she felt like she was causing some issues to people that weren't involved in their feud, but she didn't voice those thoughts.
No one said anything after that; they just flew toward the castle with their focus and guard on high alert until they saw the castle in the distance.
The castle of King's Landing is a sprawling complex encompassing numerous structures within its fortified walls. The centerpiece was a massive fortress constructed from dark, weathered stones that hint at the castle's rich history. Its tall, formidable towers reach towards the sky, standing as sentinels of the realm.
The place was flanked by formidable defensive walls adorned with battlements and crenellations. Heavily armored soldiers patrol the parapets, their presence a constant reminder of the castle's significance and the power it wields. Each soldier was a testament to the might of the ruling power and the commitment to safeguarding the seat of the Iron Throne.
Surrounding the castle, the grounds are meticulously maintained. Gardens bloom with vibrant flowers, and fountains spray crystalline water, adding an air of serenity to the bustling castle complex.
However, amidst the splendor and grandeur, the presence of heavily armored soldiers is ever-present. They stand guard at strategic points, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, ready to defend the castle and its occupants against any threat.
The castle, with its imposing presence and heavily armed defenders, was a formidable bastion of power and authority. It serves as a reminder of the fragile balance of power in the realm and the lengths to which those in control will go to maintain their rule.
In the end, the wind sphere suddenly exploded when they passed above the garden. They had planned to enter through one of the windows and then get rid of the king as quickly as possible, but it seemed that the enemies had some surprises in store for them.
"What the hell happened?" Ailen asked while they were falling.
"Some magic relic able to cancel active spells and probably magic attacks is defending the castle.
The fall hadn't been that high, and since Vaeral used some wind magic to slow them down, they avoided most damage. Still, it seemed that the spell had been weakened significantly. They lost around half of their power…
"They are really ready for us…" Cailena said and then gulped when she saw the royal guards approaching the garden.
"Dash to the castle, Vaeral. Close the doors with earth magic," Ervan declared.
Everyone nodded, and then they dashed. Malon kicked the door and immediately opened it revealing the entrance of the castle. Before they could do anything, Vaeral closed the doors and reinforced them by making the ground create another layer of defense.
Still, soon they began to hear the sound of armor echoing inside the castle as well… the outside wasn't the only place that was being guarded by them. The sound of windows being broken echoed as well. Still, imagining the heavily armored soldiers passing through them was hard.
"Find the king or those that have any traces of time magic with the spirit of the wind," Ervan said.
"On it," Vaeral said.
Suddenly, heavily armored soldiers emerged from all sides, their presence ominous and foreboding. Their armor gleamed with an intimidating aura, reflecting the flickering light of torches that lined the corridors.
The soldiers encircled the group, forming a formidable wall of trained warriors. Their disciplined formations and unwavering gazes communicated a readiness for battle. The clanking of their armor and the weight of their weapons echoed through the halls, amplifying the sense of danger that hung in the air.
But then, an unexpected change occurred. The soldiers, standing tall and resolute, began to tremble. Their bodies convulsed as if a powerful force surged through their veins. As the trembling intensified, a strange transformation took place.
The soldiers' muscles swelled, their bodies expanding and becoming more imposing. The once-familiar armor strained against their growing forms as if struggling to contain their newfound strength. Their skin turned a deep shade of crimson as if infused with the fiery essence of the battlefield.
"They mutated…" Aion muttered. "Oh boy, so things started at this point in the past, huh? What a mess..."
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