LAST CHAPTER PEOPLE! Enjoy the final chapter of this story! Minor Dawnshipping near the end.

Enough with the announcements. ENJOY!

After the death of their leader, the Tuaparang were completely disorganized. They tried to defend their empire mercilessly. The heroic Sanan and Morgalian fighters, however, forced them back into Bilibin. The ultimate army that had once destroyed everything in their path was being crushed. They had no choice but to fall back to the last pieces of territory still under their control.

So now, the two allied countries were rallying all the free cities to put all the chances on their side.

Ayuthay, despite its wounds after the war against Kaocho, bravely marched to support Morgal and Sana. Passaj, as Ayuthay's eternal ally, followed the city without a thought. Harapa was weak, but they sent all their available forces to Sana. Yamata City gave up its neutral place, and joined Morgal-though it was too weak to give any military power, they used their agriculture produce to help their friends.

The tide of war was turning against the servants of hell.

Matthew stood on Brigg's ship, watching the powerful navy fleet float just in the sea behind Belinsk. The ultimate challenge: they had to take Beblin within two hours. Two hours to take over one, entire country. This done, the Tuaparang would be so damaged that they would have no choice but to give up or be wiped from Weyard for good.

The ships came from everywhere, Morgal; Sana; Ayuthay; the few Bilibin resistants; some from Champa.

There was a huge strike force on the ground. Men from Passaj, Harapa, Morgal, Sana, some islands who were on the eastern sea, and Ayuthay.

So Matthew's group was in charge of the attack by the sea, while the group led by Isaac attacked by the ground.

Matthew stood aboard Briggs ship, watching the army that he was in charge of. He noticed Tyrell walk towards.

"This is going to be the most impressive battle Weyard has ever known." Tyrell said.

"And the bloodiest." Matthew added. "The Turaparang are over equipped with weapons. If we want to win, we will lose a lot of lives."

Tyrell nodded. "We must thank the gods for helping us in the war."

"No." Matthew corrected. "We must thank them for giving life to heroes like them." he gestured to the men, who were all waiting patiently for the signal to attack.

Tyrell shrugged. He stayed silent. "I want to congratulate you Matthew."

"We haven't won yet."

"Not for that. For bringing us this far. Your leadership saved us a number of times."

Matthew shrugged. "You guys were a great help too."

"We couldn't have done it without you."

Matthew shrugged. Eoleo walked towards him.

"Its time." he simply said.

Matthew nodded. He looked at his closest friend. He sighed.

The final offensive.

Biliblin was entirely under Tuaparang control. Border Town was closed and secured. The Tuaparang saw their enemies pile in front of the doors of the city. They prepared to repel any assault. But they forgot one area-the sea was entirely unprotected. The huge, invincible navy began to bomb the occupied city, tearing it to pieces.

The Tuaparang immediately tried to face their weapons to stop the ships, but the ground troops attacked. They overwhelmed the Tuaparang, destroying their most fortified places. The city was, in moments, freed. But the heroic warriors didn't stop. They charged right into the country. Led by the Bilibinish resisants, they charged at the Tuaparang's completely disorganized army. The navy covered them with bombardments of cannonballs.

The Beastmen took over the south of the country. The Sanan troops attacked the east, and the allied cities made a desperate attempt to take control of the north. The navy took care of the capital, the most important target, found in the west.

The capital of Bilibin, suffering constant bombardments of the allied ships, was also being torn apart from the inside, by the few heroic movements of rebellion that fought to support their saviors.

The Sanan boats reached the capital. They opened their doors, allowing the troops in them pour into the enemy territory. The Turaparang were completely disorganized, and disoriented. They no longer knew what to do. The allies, smelling fear in the enemy, unloaded continuous bombardment. For the High Empyror was dead. The great evil core of darkness that led the Empire had disappeared. And when the darkness was this disorganized, this non-directed, this is where it led.

Confusion

Desperation

Damp fear

The Tuaparang blasted their weapons in every direction, or ran around, trying to escape the clutches of death.

Tyrell led the Sanan troops into the occupied city; Sveta brought the Beastmen towards the castle while the free cities were led by Amiti. The three young Adepts gave orders to their men, and headed, with most of their troops to the castle where the king of Bilibin used to be. However, he was replaced with a leader of the Tuaparang when he had surrendered.

Explosions happened all over the city, turning it into a city of complete chaos.

Matthew was shouting orders to all the ships. The young leader turned back to the burning city. Eoleo ran quickly towards.

"Matthew! It's the Tuaparang! They're surrendering everywhere!"

The earth Adept raised his hand, ordering the ships to hold fire. He heard Sveta shout excitingly in his head.

"Matthew! The Tuaparang are surrendering! We have the country entirely under our control!"

Matthew suppressed a cheer, though he couldn't keep himself from smiling.

They had finally won.

The war was over.

Matthew was standing in his room, looking out of the window. The entire allied army had returned to Belinsk, where a huge party had begun. There were cheers, music, and a feast was being held.

Matthew wanted to get down and be with his friends, cheering, laughing and fooling around for the first time within weeks, but he was exhausted. Going down there wasn't a good idea. Besides, he still had to get up early tomorrow to return to the Lookout Cabin. He honestly wished he could stay in this part of the continent. Sveta was in the city, Eoleo's home city, Champa, wasn't too far, same for Himi. Yamata City was also rather close. Rief, too, always stayed in the borders of the country.

But home was home, and Matthew knew that he had to return there. Besides, Matthew and Tyrell had to fulfill their promise to their parents. They had to look after Mount Aleph.

The door behind him opened, and Karis came in. She entered, smiling.

"I noticed you weren't downstairs."

Matthew shrugged. "We have to get to bed early and try to get a good night sleep. Patcher's Place is far from here."

"You have to. Not me."

Matthew gave the wind Adept a quizzical look.

"My dad still has work to do. He needs to stay in Morgal and try to reconstruct the countries."

Matthew nodded. Karis looked around the room. "By the way, isn't this a room reserved for the most important visitors?"

"Yes. The inhabitants insisted that I have it. They say it's a thank you for leading them to victory."

Karis smiled. "Feels good to be liked."

Matthew nodded. He wrapped his arms around Karis, and began a slow dance.

"Matthew, there's no music."

"For the last night I have here, I can snap my fingers and have whatever I want. You want music?"

Karis lay her head on his shoulder. "No. This is perfect."

Matthew nodded, feeling her soft hair beneath his chin

This was perfect.