Vale of the Betrayed

3rd POV

As Annabeth and Angra Mainyu fell, their world warped and their vision blurred. Annabeth woke up with a start of confusion and wonderment. She remembered falling into the dark below, but she was unharmed. She looked around and saw Angra Mainyu looking at her with a small smile.

"What happened?"

"No idea, I woke up only a minute before you did," Angra shrugged.

She looked around and saw a vale frozen in ice and gasped with awe. She noticed that the air of the vale was constrictive, cold and woeful with the desolate sadness of betrayal. It was as though the vale was lamenting. She suddenly felt heavy and despaired and the cold, ice like feeling of hopeless despair of the betrayed invaded her and chilled her bones causing her body tremble and droop in woe.

In the Vale, towering side by side were two majestic cloud peaked mountains that jutted out of the earth like two brides eagerly outstretching their hands to meet their grooms. In the middle of these two towering mountains was a stairway of ice that travelled as far as the eye could see. It was like the fabled stairway to heaven. Well it would have felt that way had it been a happier sight. But the red fire like rain made it feel more like stairs that led towards the highway to hell.

From the center of the vale was a massive crystal temple with a golden scale that had on the left a delicate white feather and on the right was the heart soul. Instinctively any mortal would feel sheer terror to look upon that scale. It was not like the judges of the underworld. The scale placed the person in accordance to the weight of the souls against the pure feather of truth.

Annabeth realised just how cruel her Patron Perseus' domain could be, but wasn't the balance cruel? Was fate not cruel? Was time not cruel? They are cruel because they favour none but the worthy and sometimes not even. It was the reason why Lord Perseus himself championed the use of judges over the scale. The scale was so impartial that it did not weigh remorse or intent, just the action and by that alone, it was terrifying in that very few would have seen even the gates of asphodel never mind Elysium or the Isle of the Blest.

Heroes like Achilles by the use of the golden scales would even be burnt in the Phlegethon or bathed in the Cocytus before being dissolved in the Acheron for his act of dishonour during the events after the battle with Hector the Prince of Troy.

He broke the pact of honour that all warriors must abide to by dragging the body of his fallen mortal opponent. Warriors who fall in honourable combat are to be treated with honour. But by his prowess in battle when considered by the judges, he was permitted entry to Elysium regardless of the attaint he had shown Hector.

Annabeth breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that the scale was merely a sculpture. She noticed that the roof of the temple was not held aloft by anything, it hung just above the pillared walls. The double doors of the temple were giant slabs of carefully carved crystal like ice that hung suspended on a frame of infinite darkness.

Before the temple was a pathway of white stygian ice framed on either side by ice sculptures that depicted shock and woeful dismay. They were horrible and beautiful to behold. Frozen clear rainwater droplets hung suspended in mid air like they were frozen forever in shock. They painted a truly vivid picture as they hung there so sorrowfully against the two leafless weeping willow trees on center of either side of the pathway to the temple.

The two willows were crowned by two lake formed from the water of the Cocytus and Acheron. In the center of the lakes there was a spirit flame fruit from the trees on the Field of Mortal Sundering. The fruits illuminated the area causing the frozen crystal rainwater to sparkle faintly like crushed diamonds that caused a glimmering reflection in the lake.

Annabeth gasped with wonder at how beautiful it was.

"Milaya, I think we are in the Vale of the betrayed," Angra Mainyu shivered the wisps of despair.

"What is it?" Annabeth looked at her boyfriend still enchanted by the vale's beauty.

Suddenly weeping, she heard the weeping of a despairing heart. She felt a thread of the despair, the thread on its own was desolate and without the hope of ever being succoured. Angra Mainyu looked at her with red rimmed eyes as he too felt the lamenting song of a long suffering soul.

The shadow of a veiled woman shimmered and appeared in front of them. Annabeth looked on with confusion, but that confusion was erased when the woman spoke:

Come and hear my tale of sorrow!

Come, the both of thee and hear my lament as is right!

I long have I waited for lovers of an age to follow!

My redemption is at hand from whence hope had cast no light!

By thy grace shall I meet him once more!

Come, follow me and know my tale that is not revealed to sight!

The shadow woman held out her hand to both Annabeth and Angra Mainyu. Angra quickly took her hand, he could understand that the woman was not like the others in the field of Mortal Sundering, she bore no ill upon them. Annabeth hesitated for a moment, but she too gave in.

The vale spun before their eyes and when it stopped they stood before an enchanting sarcophagus of frozen tears. Within the sarcophagus was the body of the shadow woman. The woman smiled and pointed at a tablet behind the sarcophagus. They turned and were stunned by the words.

Guinevere's Lament

Born I was the child favoured by the gods. Loved beyond the heavens and favoured of the earth. In glory I reigned as queen. In shame and sorrow I sought the solace of repentance. By the fires of my youth all that was sacred and good was lost and consumed in flames. Passion of youth burnt brightly in my heart until it hid the gentle flickering flame that burnt gently and sincerely. Now, as my life draws to it's allotted end do I truly understand what it meant to love. I know what it means to love truly without restraint.

When I was once young, barely into my sixteenth summer, I met him with his lovely eyes that were the reflection of the tranquil sea in summer. His longish hair danced messily on his head even with his crown. His face was as earnest and sincere as it was delicate and beautiful in it's masculinity, and yet his lips were drooped oh so low in the woe of duty. He could not be the young man he was. He was a king and had his duty to his people.

So young was he and yet his shoulders held the hopes of many. I wish that in my time by his side I had made his burden easier to bear, but I had not. Oh, how my heart regrets not shouldering him as I was supposed to. I wish that I had known that a King shoulders his people and the Queen shoulders the king. Even many moons later after we had wed I would look at his earnest eyes that held true integrity and I spurned him. I was young then and my chest was full of the flames of youth.

The beginning of the end of the great dream of Camelot began one evening during one of the yearly feasts. Arthur and I sat at the head of the table. As we sat with eyes of merry, Merlin the great magician and advisor came over and whispered something to my lord husband the King...

Even time cannot overturn the anguish of a regretful heart. Now, he is gone and by my bed I lie alone with my hope to the gods that I will be given another chance to see his face once more. I know that in time my tale will heard and the betrayal of one who was destined to become the king of a thousand generations.

I hope the heavens be generous and grant him a blessed rebirth. Moreover, I hope we meet once more. Perhaps this time I shall stand proudly by his side as his Wife and Queen. For now I leave behind a fragment of my soul in hope that should I be reborn, I would remember him as he was. I would remember Arthur Pendragon, The once and future king. And I would fall to my knees and weep in exaltation to the gods for their blessing when I am by his side once more in that life.

Come closer champion, take the amulet that houses the fragment of my soul and look at my face as I once was in youth and remember.

Annabeth walked towards the sarcophagus, when she stood in front of it and her jaw dropped. She felt her heart shiver with astonishment that caused her lips curve into a wry smile that held within it great pity. She knew immediately who the woman was and who she had been reborn as. She almost felt her stomach cramp up with wry laughter that was truly far from that of joy.

"You have seen my face before haven't you?" The fragment of Guinevere's soul looked at Annabeth with a small smile.

"Yes." Annabeth nodded. "I know who you have been reborn into."

Guinevere's fragment perched up when she heard this, "You do?" she asked. "Who am I in this life?"

Annabeth looked at the soul fragment, "I this life you are called..."

"Huh?" Guinevere's fragment was stunned. "Who am I in this life?"

"I don't think I should say anything." Annabeth continued solemnly without even the barest hint mirth. "For now at least."

"Please, I must know," Guinevere's fragment was speechless. It felt like cruel joke had been played at her expanse.

"I think that my patron would be unhappy if told you," Annabeth said.

"Why would he be unhappy?" The despondent soul fragment asked.

"Because my Patron is the Great Lord Perseus High God of the Balance," Annabeth continued. "He always has good reason for the things he does. Telling you will just make things worse."

The soul fragment looked at Annabeth then nodded without saying anything, "Then let me lead you back to the top. Take my amulet," said the soul fragment. "Take my hand and I will lead you to the top."

As Annabeth was about to take Guinevere's hand she saw another sarcophagus veiled in ice. She walked towards it. Her curiosity burned in her chest as she saw the name written with runic inscription imbedded within. The sarcophagus burned with powerful magic. One could understand that this sarcophagus was regarded as being precious. Yet it was also telling how deeply he had been betrayed.

Within the sarcophagus was a very handsome young man with a regal and naturally brooding face and lips that hid an easy boyish smile yet they were drooped in woe. Annabeth's body shook with shock greater than before. She almost thought he was a sleeping god.

He was gorgeous but the man didn't possess the same soft and lofty regal face that could very easily be that of a peerlessly beautiful woman that Percy inherited from his mother Hera. This man was more handsome than pretty. Percy was beautiful nearly to the point of being a womanly pretty had it not been for the deep brooding droop of his lips, his physically imposing statue of a warrior and an aura of pure masculinity that dispelled the thoughts of him being womanly.

Arthur Pendragon in fact looked completely like... Annabeth was shocked because she realised the implications. Arthur Pendragon had been reborn. Arthur Pendragon was ordained by Ananke as the Once and future king. He would become the King of all the pantheons of man as the high gods will day leave the planes of mortals to the Heavens.

"Come Milaya, we must go." Angra Mainyu to her hand gently and led her to the waiting Guinevere.

"Arthur has been reborn," Annabeth blurted out as she held Guinevere's hand. "He lives and you have met him. He was your nemesis."

"I know." Guinevere smiled mirthfully as though told something precious. "He always was. I only wish…"

Annabeth took Guinevere's hand, but nothing happened. In fact Guinevere had been frozen solid. She looked at Angra Mainyu who's eyes lit up, "Sorcerer, show yourself!" Angra said with a smile.

From the shadow a stooped old man wearing dull grey robes bound out, "My words are not for poor Guinevere's ears," the old man whispered. "I was wrong about the poor lass. I had wronged her greatly. Ah, my manners. My name is Merlin."

Both Annabeth and Angra greeted.

"What happened?" Angra Mainyu asked curiously. "How had you wronged her?"

"The young lass never broke her vows to her husband and king," Merlin replied. "At least not by her own will."

"Well, I can believe that, she wouldn't be here in the vale of the betrayed were she a betrayer herself," Angra Mainyu nodded solemnly.

"Aye, it was only during her passing that I sensed the seed of maligned magic buried deep with her that I knew," Merlin continued. "The threads were gossamer thin strands that were woven across her being like filigree tapestry of black immensely powerful magic."

"Is this spell broken?" asked Annabeth.

"Yes, such magic can only affect the living lest the balance be broken," Merlin nodded.

"Who did it? Who is the betrayer?" Angra and Annabeth jointly asked.

"It was Sir Lancelot," Merlin whispered. "He was behind it all. He caused the collapse of the great dream…all of it. He betrayed his king and used the young lass to look as though she was as nothing more than a doxy to shield our eyes from his maligned machinations. Modred too was also nothing but a tool to be used and discarded at the behest of his dark master. It was perhaps by happenstance that I saw his real face and heard the name of his Lord Master."

"Why tell us all of this?" asked Annabeth.

"You are mortal, but also something more. You are a demigod are you not?" asked Merlin.

"I am, but still you didn't answer my question," Annabeth tilted her head.

"I tell you because, you like none before have come here with a true purpose," Merlin answered with smile. "Your will to complete your quest is strong and I have faith you will succeed."

"I hope you are right," Annabeth smiled.

"What is Sir Lancelot's Master's name?" asked Angra Mainyu.

"He called himself Eros," Merlin told them.

Both Annabeth and Angra Mainyu turned pale.

"You know of him?" Merlin asked confusedly.

"Unfortunately we do," Annabeth replied. "He is a powerful and ancient god. He is a god more powerful than you can ever imagine. He is one of the firstborn of Chaos—one of the Protogenoi."

"Worse than even I thought," Merlin shook his head. "I wanted to ask you to punish the being that had caused Arthur and Guinevere so much suffering, but I see that it will not be so simple."

"Life is never so simple," Angra Mainyu nodded. "But we will sure as hell try."

Annabeth nodded in affirmation.

"Aye, that is all I could ask for," Merlin looked a more relieved but also wary at the same time. "I have halted your journey long enough and for that my apologies. Be safe my friends."

As soon a Merlin spoke those words he vanished into the shadows as Guinevere was unfrozen. The power she had gathered within her pooled and transported them in front of a Mirror like doorway that led to what looked like a glass garden with a white fiery portal that happened to lead towards the Field of Mortal Sundering. It was rather unnerving to look at especially with snow flakes of frozen tears that floated with gentle ease.

Guinevere's spirit fragment stopped before that Mirror Doorway. "I can go no further," she told them rather haplessly. "The path back to the Field is through the portal of purification at the centre of the crystal garden. The doorway before is called the Door of Mirroring Truth. It will test your honesty. It's the only way to enter the garden. If what you see in the mirror is a true reflection of yourself then you will enter if not…you will trapped there until you can admit the truth to yourself whether it takes a minute or an eternity. Remember that greatest secrets are the ones we keep even from ourselves and greatest lies are the ones we convince ourselves. Good luck my friends."

Guinevere's spirit fragment entered the necklace that Annabeth had received from the sarcophagus. The two companions looked at each other and nodded before walking towards the Door of Mirroring Truth warily, but determinately with head held high.

"Put on the ring of Gyges child," Percy's voice sounded in Annabeth's head.

Line Break

When Hera flicked her hand, the world turned upside down, and Piper almost blacked out. When she could see straight again, she was back at the camp, in the dinning pavilion in the middle of dinner. They were standing on the Aphrodite cabin's table and Piper had one foot in Drew's pizza. Sixty campers rose at once, gawking at them in astonishment.

Whatever Hera had done to shoot them across the country, it wasn't good for Piper's stomach. She could barely control her nausea. Leo wasn't so lucky, he jumped off the table to the nearest bronze brazier and threw up in it—which probably was not the greatest burnt offering for the gods.

"Jason?" Chiron trotted forwards. No doubt the old centaur had seen eons worth of weirdness, but even he looked totally flabbergasted. "What—How—?"

The Aphrodite campers stared up at Piper with their mouths open. Piper figured that she looked awful, "Hi," she said as casually as she could. "We're back."

The campers blinked and everything froze in time.

"I must thank you," Percy appeared before them. "My mother is safe all thank to you three children. You all did well."

The three companions looked at the High god with wonder, "How did you…" Jason trailed off.

"Its just a time lock nothing advanced," Percy waved off the question.

"Why'd you do it?" Leo asked his face was still quite green.

"I wanted to reward each of you," Percy replied with a smile, "And to give a heads up."

"Heads up, about what?" Piper tilted her head confusedly and warily.

"It's nothing quite so bad yet," Percy laughed, "Your fellow campers have already begun their training. They have five days on you now and while it might not seem like a long time, but for what they were learning it is especially for you Nephew."

"Nephew?" Leo asked as though he had only heard that part.

"Mm, yes, your father is after all my mother's son and my full brother," Percy smiled.

"No he's not," Jason interjected. "Vulcan is—"

"Hephaestus is fatherless and thus he his my full brother," Percy interrupted, "Let's not get sidetracked shall we. As I said before, your fellow camper have been taught preflex and are undergoing a process of spiritual unity with both side of their being."

"Say what now?" the three asked in unison.

"Uncle Percy, what's preflex?" asked Piper.

"In short it is precognitive reflex," Percy smiled at her question, "It is the ability to truly foresee actions before they happen and reacting to that eventuality by forming countermeasures. But the actual concept isn't so simple, thus a need for meditation."

"Oh," they gaped.

"The second issue I wanted to address with you is the unification of both sides of your being," Percy told them.

"I don't understand," Leo said, "What do you mean by unification?"

"Demigods are both mortal and God but neither as well," Percy answered, "But because of your upbringing you see one side as being better than the other. You are resigned to being demigods. You have yet to truly embrace your godly side and because of that you are spiritually out of sync. To be your one true selves, you must embrace and find peace with both sides. When that happens, you may even attain enlightenment."

"Thank you Uncle Percy for your rewards," Piper said gratefully.

"Oh, dear child, that was not your rewards," Percy laughed, "That was the heads up."

Percy placed a finger on Piper's forehead causing her to emit an aura of darkness around her body. Her hair looked like celestial bronze that had been crafted into filigree strands of silken hair. Her eyes had become sclera-less and had changed from a kaleidoscope of colour to the reflection of the starry sky and other times the crystalline sea green of the tranquil sea and sometimes they were the deep blue of the oceans other times they were the blue of cloudless skies other time a cloudy sky and others the deepest richest earthen brown of the most fertile soil and other times they were the lush green forest. Katoptris was joined by an Atlantean gold trident and a pair Blessed Atlantean silver sickle handles in the form of bracelets around her wrists.

He then moved to do the same for Jason and Leo who both had different glows. Jason's body emitted a storm cloud grey aura with the scent of the O-zone. His eyes were now solid storm cloud grey without sclera with continuously crackling lightning that hissed violently with inconceivable power. His now glowing platinum hair had become shoulder length and cracked with blue electricity. He found himself holding a sword that looked formed with electricity. There also a long bladed spear that felt as swift as the winds.

Leo's aura was a deep blue/white aura like the hottest of stars. His hair was crowned by searing flames that also licked his brows and lashes. His eyes were twin stars that shone brilliantly as though they were in vast expense of space. There was even a newly crafted short handed silver blacksmith hammer that was made in the image of Mjolnir the cherished hammer of Thor that hung by his waist. In his hand was The Hekatonkheires, Elder Cyclopes and Aphrodite's guide to blacksmithing.

"That children, was your reward," Percy smiled. "You have now been blessed by me to increase your natural inborn gifts and the some. But I must also warn you, nothing can be gained without something being lost first. My blessings have made you a little less mortal than before, but not immortal either."

As a token of gratitude for rescuing his mother, Percy went above and beyond a simple thank you. By this alone, it was safe to say that Percy was a mamma's boy.

The trio felt their bodies sway. They blinked, time resumed, Percy was gone.

Chiron's jaw dropped when he saw them, "My father Percy was here wasn't he?"

"Yep," the trio nodded.

"Come, have dinner first then we can speak," said Chiron.

Line Break

Perseus walked towards the Throne on Olympus with a gentle smile on his face, he was glad that his mother was rescued. She was now safe and relatively unharmed. But there would be retribution paid on the giants for their impudence. Porphyrion had unknowingly sealed his fate.

When he arrived at the doorway to the throne room the door soundlessly opened. To his surprise, the Olympian council was already in session, he could tell since they were already shouting like they were cheering fans at a concert. "I did what needed to be done!" His mother hissed. "What was I supposed to do, let giants plan while we sit high on Olympus like a pack of cowards while mortals suffer by the hands of our enemies? If that is what you wanted to do then that's your prerogative and not mine."

"It was not your choice to make. The council forbade you from leaving Olympus," Zeus scowled.

"My existence is my own. I will decided to do whatever I feel is right, not you," Hera retorted. "And beside my son Perseus was allowed to leave as he pleased."

"That's hardly a fair comparison dear," Poseidon laughed.

"Oh, shush you old seaweed," Hera dismissed her husband's claim with a smile before continuing. "My point is, the Gigantes and the Earth Mother are rising whether we like it or not. We can't pretend and turn our eyes away out of fear. How could I as the goddess of family, women, children and childbirth turn a blind eye to their future plight? How could Hestia as the goddess of the state not act as well?"

"Indeed sister, your word ring true to my ear though bitter they are. I, myself prefer times of peace, but doing nothing when our enemies are rising is not the way," Hestia spoke as softly as always. "It would the wisdom of fools not to act while there is still time."

"Hello mother," Percy said as he walked into the room. "I'm glad that you are safe."

"Glad to be back son, you don't want to imagine the squalor those beasts had me live in," His mother shivered. "They live in a massive mansion with pit toilets. What kind of mansion has pit toilets and not just any pit toilets no, pit toilets in the living room Percy? PIT TOILETS IN THE LIVING ROOM, Per—"

"There, there dear," Poseidon soothed his distraught wife.

Percy's eyes turned black for just a moment before reverting back to sea green. "They will rue their impudence, but father is right mother," he said. "Now is not the time."

"You are right of course son," Hera nodded. "And where is your sister?"

"On Ogygia, in council with the goddesses of the other pantheons," Percy replied.

"Preposterous!" Zeus boomed. "She should be here on Olympus . Call her immediately!"

"What is this council about?" Hera asked her son while ignoring Zeus.

"Well, they want to know who stands where," Percy answered his mum.

"For what reason?" Athena asked.

"Baldr is dead," Percy shook his head. "Ragnarok has begun. Thor himself currently engages in mortal combat with Jormungandr just outside of Atlantis. And worse still is Fenrir. The Aesir are our Allies, should they fall or should some other pantheon join the enemy…"

"Ah, can see your meaning," Athena nodded in understanding.

"But there is more," Percy shook his head grimly.

"Do go on Nephew," said Hades.

Percy began to tell them about what the prisoners had told him.

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Planet Trual

Alexander gazed at the ugly war commander with a bitter frown helplessly adorning his face. He had been listening to the fool complain for many hours and he felt in his heart that he was close to being at his wits end. He shook his head in order to listen to the foolish mortal commander who thought his title was worthy of speaking with gods.

"It was because of your incompetence that ten thousand of my men lost their lives," The ugly commander sneered. "If you are so incompetent, then what must that Perseus be like?"

Alexander snorted. "Mer Eo'sh, your tongue is sharp, but there is something you forget."

The ugly commander named Mer Eo'sh looked at him curiously. "And what might that be?"

"We were not even here when you lost your men." Alexander explained nonchalantly, "So then, how could that have truly been our fault?"

"Er…" sweat quickly found the ugly commander's brow.

"Do go on mortal, say something since you seem to love the sound of your own voice." Alexander smiled leisurely as he watched Mer Eo'sh squirm about. " The floor is yours."

Mer Eo'sh cleared his throat after a few minutes as he had gathered his nerve, "You were supposed to be our first line of defence!"

"Where did you hear that?" Alexander's smile deepened.

"Who doesn't know about it on Trual?" Mer Eo'sh retorted.

"I have never heard of such a thing before." Alexander stood up and raised his hand.

Mer Eo'sh felt a shudder of frost prickling down his spine when Alexander raised his hand. He felt his body moving of it's own accord towards Alexander's outstretched hand. His body stopped when it had Alexander's hand around his neck. The ugly Tualian couldn't believe that he had just delivered his neck into the hand of another.

Alexander looked at the Trualian blankly, "Do you understand now your folly Commander Mer Eo'sh?" he asked dully.

Mer Eo'sh nodded with his eyes alight with fear, "Mercy, please I beg—"

Alexander snorted with disdain as he threw Mer Eo'sh towards the door. "Milord Perseus has no mercy for warriors who snivel and beg for their own lives. Even in the face of death as a warrior, you should keep your dignity."

Commander Mer Eo'sh looked at Alexander with a scornful glare, "Y-you dared to assault me," he sneered. "I will have you whipped for this."

Alexander laughed, "You are very impertinent. Just moments ago you were begging me to show you mercy and now that I have granted it, you want to curse my name? is that wise? Do you not fear that I will snap that neck of yours this time?"

"I am still the commander of the Trualian army. I demand respect!" hissed the commander.

"What you demand is you own death. Were it father here instead of me, you would have already become a corpse." Alexander lazily glanced at the felled commander. "But enough of that, we have more pressing matters to deal with."

Mer Eo'sh frowned but said nothing as he remembered the coldness of death before in Alexander's hand.

"Good boy!" Alexander mocked before his expression turned sombre.

"Come little god, we know you are here!" a woman's voice bellowed with immense power.

Alexander's reaction was quite fast as he was outside the command center before the resonance of the voice faded. When he arrived outside he what he saw was a painfully beautiful woman with light brown hair cut in a bob floating above the city. The woman wore simple bronze amour over a pair of white trousers and shirt, in her left hand was a ghastly yet beautiful bow made of stygian ice with a draw string born from the heart of a collapsing star.

The woman gazed down at Alexander as soon as he had come out. "You've come at last godling." She said with a small smile.

"What is it that you seek traveller?" Alexander asked.

"The Lord desires the subjugation of this world." The woman said with a smile. "And I his daughter was and still am happy to oblige him in his request."

"Do you not fear the wrath of the Balance Lord?" Alexander asked.

"Why, of course not," The woman laughed as though the Balance Lord is of no importance. "Would I be here if I did?"

"Then you lady are a fool." Alexander hissed.

"If I am to fail in subjugating this world, then I shall see it turned to ashes." The woman spoke with the utmost seriousness in her voice.

"It will not be without resistance. I promise you that," Alexander shot back.

"All the more fun that way," the woman spoke with a slight smile.

Alexander stiffened at the sight of the smile.

"Prepare yourself little god," The woman drew her bow causing the sigils of runic inscriptions to glow brilliantly to activate the array formation and the world seemed to tremble at the sight.

Alexander unsheathed his sword and readied himself.

Chapter 28 done!

ADDIO!