Chapter V: Breaking Morals.
"Uh, by time...did you mean timekeeper?"
Silvexor rubbed his eyes, looked at the aforementioned timekeeper then to Exor then back to timekeeper. " Friend, do we really need to do this?"
Exor shrugged "Don't look at me. IT was Azazel, your humble..." if golems could roll their eyes, then Exor would have done it right now, "...army chief to aid us in this stupid war against the goblin/warlock alliance."
To the layman, timekeepers looked like common villagers. But they were special for the warring community of clash. A timekeeper would mark the destroyed area and buildings before battle so as to revert all the damages done later. This way only resources were lost and the additional cost of repairs were avoided. But it couldn't work on the poor souls lost in battle.
The tiny timekeeper looked at the wizard and golem nervously. "I, i will. I will be back in a few minutesssss. I...i have an urgent task to attend to.." saying this, he runs back toward the buildings.
"Sigh, what a nervous guy! How can he keep reverting time like that? They have limited power over time, didn't Azazel think of that?" Silvexor said.
"You barbaric morons!"
A few seconds late more insults filled the rather peaceful atmosphere of Enchantima.
"Watch your tongue, aye baldy" a ranger trained his bows towards Azazel. "You may be the elected army chief for your hairy pals but not the elite squads, ye' get it?"
Azazel's eyes turned red "You elite morons are just barbarians and archers inside that armor and superior weaponry! Want me to test it out?"
A few wizards backed Azazel while the squad leaders of the elites held back their mates to avoid a fight. "You really wouldn't like picking up a fight with us here, mate." One of them said.
A fireball plops out of from behind Azazel's supporters and makes its way towards the ranger pointing his bows at the army chief. Before anyone could say a thing, both groups break into a scuffle.
As Silvexor watched them fight with every passing moment, the grand warden's confidence grew small. He never wanted a battle that risked civilization. Perhaps, he thought 'The Zero King might do good with bringing revolution'
It was that moment, he felt his thought was right and he stirred away from the scuffle. Exor couldn't grasp the situation before hand and didn't know that his friend just turned himself to his thoughts.
All of this happened in a few seconds.
The wizards and elite barbarian/archers fought mindlessly, Silvexor chanted an ancient spell that rained down thunder over the reckless mob, Exor froze in horror as the warden hit his own brothers. He could only think of three words; .Possessed.
He reluctantly throws a knockout punch to stop his madness but gets repelled by a shield. Silvexor, without even turning waves one hand down towards the golem, throwing him off his feet far off. The poor golem couldn't believe such turn of events to happen suddenly. Next he saw the now Devil Warden cast a spell of raining black fireballs all over, destroying everything in site.
Exor wanted to stop it, but before he could come out of shock, the ground beneath him shook and sunk below, taking him with it. A moment later he was back at home with 2 elder golems staring at him. " Are you alright?" one of them asked. Reassured, he is on his feet and looks around confirm he was really at Ravenstone
"Why was i brought here?" he asked. "What you just witnessed, was the doing of the warlocks. We don't know how, but it was definitely the warlocks." an elder said.
"But how did you know what happened? You weren't even there!" Exor said. His mind was in quite a shock from before and now this.
"We received word about your life being in danger and were advised to call you back as soon as possible and that a war will break out in Enchantima from which the golems have to stay as far as possible." the 2nd elder said.
"Also, " added the 1st elder, " You are refrained from talking about this to anyone. We cannot risk ourselves in such matters where even the other golems refused to interfere."
"But why all so suddenly?" Exor seemed more and more confused. "Can i get some rest? We can talk about this later, right?" he said.
"Of course, of course. Rest well and forget about it all. We needn't bother over petty wars among the lesser mortals. After all we all are meant to die some day." the Elder said.
"I am not against death" Exor said, as he moved out of the room he was brought to, " But to change the very world we know, isn't some joke to be ignored. We don't even know how the war will effect the other factions."
The exit closes behind him. Exor didn't need any rest, he had to act fast or Enchantima turns to dust before an all out war breaks. Golems weren't bothered by the war at all. He breaks up into smaller golemites and all of him start rolling out like mini boulders and leave Ravenstone.
Ragnarok. Rhizok's quarters.
The prime minister of the revolutionary Zero kingdom fidgeted in his seat. Their squadrons have mobilized but instructed to stay in the shadows. A few minions successfully got hold of a super giant only to get killed by it. The royal aide, another one of those blue minions was reading out all the reports crisply since the past hour.
Rhizok gave a big yawn and had it sent away. What crossed him was that Grufus didn't seem to share any information with the warlocks ever since he was made the Goblin King. His fellow goblins looked at their king with awe and wonder, hoping for a better future with longer life and lots of gold!
The warlock's pride was hurt, banging his fists on the arm rest he summons another aide. "Yes, sire." the blue aide swiftly appears before him.
"Bring me the reports on the super giant slave. Also, send someone to salvage what they can from Enchantima." Rhizok said.
"Is that all sire?"
"Ah, well one more thing. If the mist corruption was a success, then we move over Enchantima tonight.
NEXT - A VERY LONG NIGHT.
Is it a knight? A samurai? A robot? vs A walking/rolling/fighting pack of Boulders!