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Kou Empire:
Magnostadt and Uruk are at war.
The mere mention of such an event brought Arba no small amount of euphoria, her giddiness nigh impossible to hide as she sat in her chambers. Her priests kept strict and detailed watch over both countries' movements ever since the news reached her ears, patiently waiting for the moment the two sides would clash.
By the time the festivities began, her elaborate gift to Gilgamesh would finally reach his lands. Although she could have allowed Uruk to bear the father's blessing, she could not allow the grudges in her heart to cloud her mind on this auspicious day.
She would welcome Il-Illah unclouded by such worldly obsessions.
Closing her eyes, Arba's senses stretched far and wide through the Rukh until it reached Magnostadt. She could see the city's barriers, as well as the magicians preparing themselves for the conflict ahead. The lovely sensation of those who fell in depravity brought a smile to her face, the anticipation of its propagation making her forget all the aches and timeless effort spent on this grand undertaking.
A delicate brow rose when her attention shifted to the nearby coast, noting the ships approaching and the strange contraption flying over them. It was the first time she'd seen such a construct in her long existence, the smirk plastered on the irksome man sitting on it visibly ruining her joyful mood.
No matter; the pride and arrogance of his despicable existence shall come crashing down before Father's might. She shall treasure his despair when this false world is set right.
In the meantime, the ancient Magi was certainly expecting a lively show, given her dear crown prince's mobilization, as well as other movements from different sources. Their hapless floundering about would prove adequate entertainment before the father's advent.
"Now, then." Arba chuckled, a staff flying to her grasp as she opened her eyes once more. "Show me your opening act, King Gilgamesh."
Black Rukh flooded her compound as her priests chanted and prayed in preparation, her boisterous laughter echoing ominously in the building.
Magnostadt:
Matal Mogamett observed the enemy forces with complete apathy, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the unknown vessel flying above the fleet. He never expected his detachment to Uruk to return grievously injured and humiliated to boot, believing the retrieval of a few gois fugitives to be a trivial matter of presenting some second-rate magic weapons.
Their capture was essential to their manhunt for the unknown individual facilitating the escape of many underground residents, as all other avenues were exhausted with little effort. It was supposed to be a simple and quick endeavor, yet circumstances proved him wrong.
Watching Uruk's forces reach the shore, his mind momentarily drifted to the discussion he had with Scheherazade a few nights ago, following his meeting with Titus. The Magi seemed much more powerful than his most gracious estimations, but her stern warning perturbed him still.
"Heed my words, Matal Mogamett. Magnostadt is not Uruk's match, and neither are any of you a match for their king's might. My only wish is to ensure Titus does not suffer Gilgamesh's wrath alongside you. To such an end, Reim is prepared to do what is necessary, regardless of your thoughts."
He didn't expect her to be so certain about his land's defeat to the extent of wishing to withdraw Titus. Mogamett suspected she was hoping to use the young man as an excuse for Reim to launch an offensive of its own, but he couldn't see any Reim troops within the enemy forces.
'It does not matter.' The chancellor sighed and banished such distracting thoughts. The ploys of Magnostadt's enemies will all fall under the might of its magicians. With this conflict, he shall show those vying for their home what it meant to make an enemy of Magnostadt.
His enemy sat on his throne atop his forces, his bored posture and the casual way his eyes shifted from one direction to another almost insulting, given the grave conditions. It was almost as if the entire matter was a simple chore or a hassle preventing him from more crucial endeavors. If not for Schehrazade's warning, Mogamett would have been inclined to believe this battle would be brief and easy for him.
Mogamett was not the only one supervising Uruk's forces.
Scheherazade could feel a chill running through her body when Gilgamesh's eyes shifted to her, the ease with which he detected her gaze making her reevaluate the many precautions she took to avoid detection.
They were indeed in effect. Scheherazade sighed and shook her head, reminding herself of who she was dealing with. Her means, however meticulous or advanced they may be, remained wholly inadequate against the king of Uruk. Otherwise, she would have discovered how he knew such sensitive information about her so flawlessly.
It only reinforced her resolve to see her current endeavor through.
In the meantime, she watched the events unfolding intently alongside her advisors and generals. She was secretly thankful the singularity didn't deem to retaliate and turn all her efforts to waste. Noticing Magnostadt's preparations, the priestess shook her head in disappointment, knowing her words went unheeded.
"Those fools…!" She whispered as she focused on her connection with Titus, praying he would stay safe amidst the chaos until she arrived.
For his part, Gilgamesh remained wholly unimpressed by the barrier in front of him. Sitting on Vimana, he halfheartedly took note of every spectator peeking at the current happenings. It mattered not whether they bore witness to Uruk's prowess, for their victory was a certainty nothing could overcome.
"It's been a long time since I've last seen Vimana." Ningal noted as she took in the sights before them, sighing as she took note of the enemy magicians behind the barrier. "It's a shame to be aboard it again for such an occasion."
"This matter shall end soon enough." Gilgamesh declared off-handedly, rising from his seat. Approaching the front of the airborne vessel, he tousled Ningal's hair as he passed. "We shall have ample time enjoying my garden's skies on the way back."
Positioned at the forefront of the army, Gilgamesh's eyes gleamed with an ominous intensity. "Soldiers of Uruk, pay heed!" His commanding voice echoed across the landscape, the Rukh swirling and converging around him, carrying his words. "The enemy stands before you, foes who know only to hide behind their barriers and fuel their pride with the blood of those weaker than them!"
His words and imposing presence bolstered the soldiers' resolve, dispelling any lingering doubts as they tightened their grip on their weapons. Gilgamesh's unwavering charisma left an indelible mark on their minds, propelling them forward in his name.
"Claim your weapons, soldiers of mine!"
Swords unsheathed and spears raised in unison, the soldiers advanced with steely determination. Their unwavering gaze met their adversaries, and with resolute tenacity, they moved forward.
"Show these mongrels the might of Uruk! Advance!"
Steady strides evolved into a swift and fearless charge, a collective roar resonating across the expansive battlefield as the Uruk forces charged.
Just as Gilgamesh's presence propelled Uruk's forces forward, his formidable aura instilled fear and trepidation among the soldiers of Magnostadt. His gaze alone seemed to sap their will and morale, causing an unnatural faltering as they confronted his piercing eyes. Many among them grew tense and apprehensive, their resolve crumbling as the Uruk soldiers collided with the initial barrier.
With apprehension etched across their faces, the soldiers turned to the magicians, their habitual source of solace. Myers furrowed her brow and exchanged a determined nod with her colleagues, recognizing the urgency to act swiftly before the encroaching fear transformed into unbridled terror.
"Have no fear, men!" Irene proclaimed, attempting to instill confidence in their forces. Her gaze bore into the enemies before her, a scornful grin accentuating her defiance. "Our barrier is not something they can break through." Her eyes then shifted to Myers and Mohja, signaling the commencement of their counteroffensive.
No matter how strong a borg may be, it will eventually give in to a continuous assault.
As they prepared to initiate their assault, a sudden silhouette streaked across the sky, colliding forcefully with the barrier and unleashing a powerful shockwave which reverberated to the other side.
The magicians froze, beholding a war hammer enveloped in crackling lightning. It lay embedded in the barrier, its spiked tip halted just inches from a Magnostadt soldier's head. The man recoiled, collapsing to the ground in sheer fright, his life flashing before his eyes. His astonishment mirrored his comrades' and even the first-class magicians, all witnessing the unexpected and perilous turn of events.
Mogamett's eyes widened briefly, a hint of concern flickering across his gaze as he scrutinized the weapon. He observed with keen interest as the enemy troops parted in an unusual manner, making way for a group of fighters approaching the frontlines.
"Make room for the Vanguard, men!" The Uruk officers barked orders, and a commanding figure emerged, walking steadily toward the barrier. Behind them followed men and women clad in light armor and robes. The war hammer effortlessly dislodged itself from the barrier, returning to the outstretched hand of the leader. The breach was swiftly repaired, leaving no trace of its impact.
"Magicians…" Whispers rippled through the ranks of the Magnostadt soldiers as they beheld the approaching group. The instructors seethed with fury, realizing their adversaries were employing magicians against them.
The resolute wielder of the hammer came to a halt just a few paces from the barrier, his stoic demeanor casting an imposing shadow. Khalid, the leader of Uruk's Vanguard magicians, locked eyes with the opposing magic wielders, his stern gaze commanding attention.
"I am Khalid, the Vanguard's foremost mage," he declared, his voice cutting through the tension. Fixing his unwavering stare on the enemy magicians, Khalid raised his hammer with purpose. "I challenge any among you who considers themselves my equal to a duel. Step forth and face me."
A profound silence hung in the air, serving as the sole reply to the unexpected challenge. No one dared to break the stillness, reluctant to jeopardize the safety of the protective barrier by venturing into the midst of enemy forces or placing trust in the enemy's words.
"What's the matter, Magnostadt?! Has your courage deserted you at the first sign of your faltering barrier?! Or is your valor reserved solely for the defenseless?!" Khalid's gaze narrowed as he dragged his hammer across the ground, each step bringing him closer to the barrier. "Then I shall make the first move."
A radiant golden light began to emanate from his finger, causing the silver ring on his hand to crack under the overwhelming surge of power.
"Kasr." Khalid whispered, and the once-intact accessory shattered. A torrent of magoi saturated the air, the unleashed energy enveloping his body and weapon.
"He's starting strong, isn't he?" Ningal commented, noting the powerful gusts of wind echoing with each of his strides, the very ground succumbing to the force of his strength and leaving craters in his wake.
"Absolutely. Our time is far too valuable to indulge in this charade any longer than required." Gilgamesh Scoffed with a broad smirk, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding. The escalating panic among the Magnostadt men, who revered magicians, only heightened as they confronted the reality of fighting Uruk's formidable magic wielders.
Referring to them as 'soldiers' would be an affront to his men. They seemed more akin to clueless toddlers, abruptly confronted with the harshness of reality after being sheltered for so long. Their immediate recourse was to revert to the only action they were accustomed to: imploring their magicians for a solution. Witnessing such a disheartening display of the magicians' kingdom's inadequacy further soured the King of Heroes' mood, prompting him to close his eyes once more.
The opposing magicians swiftly sprang into action to thwart the advancing man. Two colossal plants erupted from the ground in his path, their vines lashing out in an attempt to engulf him entirely.
"How dare you choose livestock over your fellow magicians!" Doron snarled, channeling an increasing amount of magoi into the plants. Their size expanded steadily until their looming shadows cast a pall over the Uruk forces. "I will obliterate you, traitor!"
Khalid pressed forward in silence, surrounded by the crescendo of cheers from both comrades and students. Vines lashed out at him, their strikes proving futile as they disintegrated upon contact with his radiant frame. Gazing up at the approaching jaws, his countenance remained composed. His free hand clenched into a fist, delivering a backhand strike and unleashing a resounding boom. The dust dispersed in a violent gust of wind as the plants' heads sailed through the air.
Undeterred, Khalid continued his advance, reaching the barrier unimpeded. Despite a barrage of magical attacks raining down upon him, his figure remained unwavering and unscathed as he swung his weapon with steadfast determination.
"Zilzaal."
An azure hue pulsed along his weapon as it collided with the barrier, fractures spiderwebbing across the protective field. With a resounding war cry, Khalid shattered the borg with earthshaking force. The magicians of Magnostadt braced themselves, enduring the violent shockwave surging through their ranks, shielding the soldiers around them before propelling them airborne.
The Uruk army swiftly surged through the expansive breach, and the ensuing clash of infantry clearly favored their prowess. With their magicians locked in battle against the enemy's own, the Magnostadt soldiers discovered themselves conspicuously deficient in leadership, cover fire, and coordination when faced with the composed and strategic Urukian warriors.
The Fanalis squadrons sliced through their formations, carving a path for their comrades to exploit the breach. Explosions reverberated within the Magnostatt ranks as spherical magic explosives were hurled into their midst, the ensuing blasts exacerbating panic and disorder. In no time, the Magnostadt forces found themselves retreating even more, forced back to the second barrier.
"How?!" Mogamett could hear the people around him whisper in disbelief, finding himself equally lost for words at the display they just witnessed. For a singular magician to break their barrier with a hammer was inconceivable. "To think he developed such a simple strengthening spell to such lengths. It's a great shame he lost his way." The chancellor sighed, pity briefly present in his gaze before he tapped his staff and silenced the others. "Our citizens depend on us. We can't falter in defense of our home… even if we are forced to combat our own."
His words reassured his colleagues, their focus regained as they analyzed the situation together. Although the fall of the first barrier was unexpected and rather quick, the battle is far from lost.
"The guardians of this nation aren't so easy to shake." Mogamett smiled as lightning rumbled in the skies while the armies clashed, his first-class magicians taking to the field even as they were met with the enemy's own. "So long as we have magoi, our nation will never perish! With the strength we created, we can defeat even the mighty empires."
"What you created is an eyesore, mongrel." Gilgamesh's voice answered him, drawing gasps from his comrades as they glanced around for the source of the voice before they stared at the display. Gilgamesh remained serene, his eyes closed as he continued. "Ignorant fools, childish citizens, and with a mongrel drunk on delusion at the front! A nursery is more fit and productive than this cesspool you are so proudly parading." The King of Heroes opened a singular eye, observing the black weapon coming to the surface in the distance without a care in the world. "You shall bear witness to what actual strength is, mongrel!" He smirked, relaxing a bit more into his seat as he crossed his legs.
Mogamett frowned but didn't take the King's words to heart, more focused on ordering their forces to retreat out of their weapon's blast zone.
"Mow them down!" He ordered.
The war machine roared to life as it amassed the magoi into its Catalyst, a blinding light building up at the tip of its staff.
"Spartans! Shields!" A thunderous shout snapped everyone to attention, wide smiles appearing on the Uruk soldiers' faces as three hundred figures took the lead in front of the monstrous weapon.
They were in a narrow pass, with their shields together as they stared down the looming threat with courage. Their leader stood fearlessly amidst his men, those who proved themselves worthy of the title he bestowed upon them.
It has been quite a while, but this was where Leonidas was at his best.
"Molon Labe!" He roared, a radiant blue aura enveloping the figures of his men. Though they may not have been the same warriors who once stood by his side, they were, nonetheless, brethren.
My friends, bring your souls hither.
"Molon Labe!" Echoed his soldiers, slamming their spears and readying their shields. An unnatural light gleamed in their eyes as all distractions were cast aside. The Rukh converged around the King of Sparta and his troops, his burning gaze unmatched as he fiercely bashed his shield.
The Magis observing the battlefield watched the unfolding spectacle with fascination. What now stood before Magnostadt's formidable weapon was no longer merely a unit of three hundred warriors. The Rukh converged and materialized into an additional three hundred figures, seamlessly joining the existing warriors in their resolute shield wall. Clad in distinctive attire or adorned with minimal garments, their golden bodies distinguished them prominently amidst the Uruk forces. Their voices harmonized in unison within the sea of golden particles, a collective vow of unwavering loyalty spanning the realms of life and death.
We obey, our King!
"Thermopylae Enomotia!" He bellowed, confronting the onslaught of mass destruction head-on with his soldiers, a protective barrier enveloping the pass and shielding the Uruk army.
The resulting blast reverberated through the earth, casting a blinding light across the battlefield. Gasps of shock filled the air as the tremors and shockwaves compelled everyone to seek cover. The aftermath was marked not by cheers or screams but by a heavy silence, both sides awaiting the dissipation of dust with bated breath.
Then, from the heart of the dust cloud, a swift flash streaked forth, colliding with the weapon of mass destruction at dazzling speed, akin to a shooting star. The magicians could only watch in awe as their formidable weapon crumbled to ruins. Yet, their momentary respite was short-lived as a relentless volley of spears followed suit.
While borgs offered some defense, many magicians were not resilient enough to evade the inhumanly fast spears, falling victim to their lethal precision.
Leonidas emerged from the dissipating dust cloud alongside his Spartans, their figures resembling the harbinger of death to their enemies, having weathered the devastating blast. Not a single step backward was taken as they plunged into the heart of their foes with unwavering determination.
Spartans feared no foe, nor did they ever let their backs hit the ground.
"Bastards!" Myers cursed, deftly evading under Khalid's swinging hammer. The subsequent blow shattered her borg, and she plummeted downward.
"Don't relent, Vanguard!" He commanded, his once-golden glow diminishing as he surged forward with his subordinates. None of the magicians dared to test their shields against his formidable weapon; the haunting image of their nation's barrier crumbling with a single strike was etched permanently in their minds. His assault persisted, culminating in a vicious dive to the ground, where a wicked slam upheaved the earth, shattering a squadron into pieces.
Alarmed by the startling turn of events, Mogamett issued a decisive command with a flourish, "Deploy the other weapons! Our comrades need support."
"Using more than one device at a time will severely deplete our magoi reserves, Headmaster!" cautioned a concerned magician, acutely aware of the potential repercussions such a drastic consumption of magoi could have on the citizens of the underground. The possible casualties could take an extensive amount of time to replace.
"The present takes precedence. We cannot weigh the lives of our first-class magicians against those of the people in the fifth district!" Mogamett remained resolute, his tone allowing no room for further argument. Gois were replaceable, but the lives of their comrades were non-negotiable.
However, all his plans came to an abrupt halt when explosions resounded from within the city. Magicians gasped in horror as the second and third barriers were swiftly dispelled, their eyes widening with terror at the sudden shattering of their shield.
A magician burst into the war room frantically, without warning, sweat streaming down his face as he gasped for breath. "Chancellor! The Catalysts for our barriers were destroyed! Our magoi harvesting tools have been sabotaged as well!" he shouted hysterically, coughing erratically, his face now ashen pale.
How did the enemy get in?
How did they avoid detection?
How long were they in the city?
Questions raced through his mind as he gazed upon his cherished country, now scarred by the invader's ruthless assault. Fury surged through every bone in his body, his heart ablaze with hatred, his staff cracking under the forceful grip.
Within the Magnostadt infirmaries, Kotaru and his units finished their work in secret. The injured soldiers were laid to a permanent rest as the poison began to take hold while the healers were incapacitated, the ninja squadron navigating the chaos akin to ghosts.
Supplies vanished.
Defense infrastructure lay in disarray.
Communications were in shambles.
Kotaru marveled at the magic gadgets developed by the Vanguard department, their efficacy proving crucial in their covert operations. He sighed as his subordinates showcased their new tools, shaking his head at their playful antics even amidst the city's turmoil.
An adversary so vulnerable offered a secure and invaluable learning experience for the novices.
"Behold your cherished strength at its finest, mongrel!" Gilgamesh's words grated him further as the King of Uruk stared at them through their clairvoyance magic, never once moving to stand from his seat since the beginning of the battle. "Did you truly believe such paltry tricks could stand up to my treasures? Or did you take Uruk for a third-rate nation like yours?" The King of Heroes snorted, Vimana boldly advancing at the head of the Uruk forces under the cheers of his soldiers.
Leonidas and his men continued to press forward at the forefront, not even winded by the constant pressure of the continuous bombardment of spells and unending soldiers. Ducking and weaving through swords and spears, the King of Sparta struck a fearsome figure as his cape fluttered in the breeze. His advance was relentless as he cut through one enemy after another, the difference in numbers proving to be ineffective against the unbreakable Lancer.
He raised his shield to block a wind blade, readying his spear before he stopped short of skewering the magician before him. Familiar green eyes and blonde hair met his gaze as the young boy stared at his spear, sweating as he took a few steps back.
"You are Titus, I presume?" Retracting his weapon, Leonidas eyed the magician curiously.
Titus's eyes widened, not expecting the enemy to recognize him. "You know who I am?" He tensed and pointed his wand at the Spartan king, his aggression ignored by the towering warrior.
"Lady Scheherazade spoke of you. I did not expect to find you here." Leonidas explained, sighing as he commanded his soldiers to stop behind him. "She asked us to ensure your safety, should we find you." Leonidas frowned as the young man took his stance and prepared to continue fighting.
"I won't let you hurt this land and the people I hold dear!" Titus stood his ground and readied himself as the Spartans pointed their spears at him. "I no longer belong to Scheherzade. I am… a human being!" Large icicles surrounded the Spartan troops whilst he met the warrior king's stern gaze.
"Well said, young man. Then we shall treat you accordingly." Leonidas took a stance, shield in front of him with his spear ready to pierce his enemy.
Flame arrows flew through the air without warning and destroyed the icicles, the momentary shock of the surprise attack lowered Titus's guard for a split second.
It was more than enough for Leonidas to pounce, his weapon poised to stab the magician's head. Titus saw his brief life flash before his eyes as the weapon pierced through his compressed borg, the figures of his friends appearing in his mind. A bitterness welled within his heart, regretting his inability to make a change for those who taught him to be his own person.
However, the finishing blow never landed. The earth around them erupted and shielded the homunculus from certain death, a thick wall of sand providing the necessary time for someone to pull Titus out of the way. The spear left a wound on his cheek, but the pain was ignored as he watched his savior standing in front of the army with an unflinching gaze.
"Aladdin…" Titus whispered, his eyes wide as he watched the Rukh gather around his friend in waves. As the density and volume of the Rukh increased, more people became able to see them, and the fighting halted.
The captivating phenomena stunned all observers, both magicians and ordinary people staring in awe at the gentle golden light showering the inconspicuous child with a cane.
Gilgamesh opened his eyes, staring at the display with open annoyance. "Your light show is too bright, mongrel." He snorted at the giant sand golems in front of him, his eyes shifting to Ningal as her octagram shone. "Stand down, Ningal." He commanded, his assistant nodding and shifting closer to him. He watched the child's display nonchalantly, spectating from his throne.
Aladdin stared at the flying construct, taking in the tyrannical presence exuding from the person sitting in it through the Rukh. It felt as if the man was in control of his surroundings, the fluttering Rukh glowing akin to gilded gold the closer it was to him. Within a certain range of the golden king, his domain ran supreme and uncontested, where none may defy him.
Even so, Aladdin had no intentions of relenting when the world was at stake.
"You are the child Merlin spoke of." Leonidas noted as he swept the sand off his spear, gazing at the giant puppets blocking their path with a frown. "What is your goal in coming here?"
"I want to stop this war before it gets any worse!" Aladdin answered as the ground morphed and shifted, blocking the entire path forward.
Arrows struck the sand puppets and detonated, the resulting explosion sending sand flying everywhere. However, the puppets remained unfazed as the damage was repaired quite rapidly. Aladdin flew up until he stood facing Vimana, finally meeting the mysterious king he'd heard about in Balbadd.
Ningal furrowed her brow, poised for an attack as the puppets unleashed a barrage of devastating spells around the ship. However, her readiness faltered when Gilgamesh erupted into laughter. The king's booming laughter echoed, unnerving the enemy magicians. Some cursed him while others gazed in awe at the overwhelming power of a Magi.
"I've heard a Magi is a magician of creation." Whispered some, their voices hushed with admiration.
Gilgamesh's laughter subsided, his smile diminishing as he uncrossed his legs. The amusement derived from the child's attempted intimidation vanished, replaced by furrowed brows.
"A creator of kings."
Slowly, the King of Heroes rose from his seat for the first time, his steps steady as the sea of Rukh intensified its luminosity. A distinct aura enveloped his immediate surroundings, expanding steadily, fueled by the audacious and blasphemous claims.
"A creator of nat-"
"Silence!" Gilgamesh's thunderous command from the forefront of the flying ship quelled the entire battlefield. A rift tore open between the King and the Magi, the Rukh oscillating between its ordinary form and a golden radiance, their conflicting wills resembling colliding tidal waves. An octagram shone on Aladdin's forehead, Solomon's wisdom activating in response to the unnatural clash.
"No mongrel can create a nation, with or without magical power. Only I can!" Gilgamesh's eyes turned lethal as they surveyed the terrain. Walking on air toward the child, the clash of Rukh intensified, an ethereal pressure bearing down on everyone as he continued. "A mongrel who craves a guide's approval is no king, and a nation reliant on such a fool is pure fallacy!"
"My King!" his soldiers called as they pushed through enemies to rejoin him, determination blazing in their eyes.
"The King is the one who leads, and his will is the will of the nation." The Rukh split before him as he reached the young boy, arms crossed, regarding the Magi with a judgmental gaze. "Abandon this childish intimidation, and return whence you came if you wish to survive." The King of Heroes issued a singular warning, eyes narrowing in response to a stubborn refusal. It was a whimsical decision, guided by the figures he could discern next to Aladdin—the couple watching him closely.
"There must be some way we can resolve this." Aladdin insisted, grabbing his cane tightly as he prepared to push the Uruk forces out. "War is not the answer!"
"Your attempt will be futile, mongrel." Gilgamesh quipped, his eyes shifting to the sand golems with clear distaste. "The instant you make your move, I will turn the sand wave back to the pathetic city you're protecting." He snorted when Aladdin tensed, caught off guard by the exposure of his plan.
"You don't understand. If you continue, then-"
"Do not compare me to other halfwits ignorant of the vixen's influence, mongrel! I already know of her ilk's involvement in this place," Gilgamesh cut through the incoming explanation, grimacing in disgust at the mention of the depraved priestess.
Aladdin blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation. "Then why?! Why did you start this war?" He questioned, perturbed by the humorous glint in the man's eyes.
"It is simple. Because they dared demand something of mine." Gilgamesh proudly declared, drawing a stupified look from the magicians and the Magi in front of him. "Should they wish for an end to my wrath, the mongrel watching can simply surrender." He openly smirked through the clairvoyance magic watching them, arrogantly making his demand for the chancellor to hear.
"This is their home. The headmaster will never give it up." Aladdin frowned when he noted Gilgamesh's indifference.
"His folly concerns me not. However, when it threatens to stain my garden, my judgment is unquestionable and final." Golden portals began to open around them, their light bringing cheers amidst the Uruk soldiers as the King was about to enter the fight. On the battlefield, Leonidas also prepared to continue his charge as Khalid and his magicians joined him.
However, Gilgamesh's gaze shifted to his left just as a presence teleported beside him. "You have finally decided to quit watching, priestess." He quipped nonchalantly, drawing a sigh from the newcomer.
"I believe caution might be recommended here, King of Uruk." A beautiful woman stood beside the Magi and the King of Heroes, drawing attention as many questioned her sudden appearance. "I believe your display was sufficient punishment for the time being." She noted gently, green eyes observing the devastation until her gaze fell upon Titus's figure. A motherly smile appeared on her face as relief washed over her, the sight enchanting many onlookers.
Aladdin sensed the aura of a Magi from the unknown lady, her staff shining as the Rukh circled her. Her presence commanded the same awe Aladdin's inspired, the Magnostatt army growing fearful at the possibility of fighting such a being.
Gilgamesh turned fully to Scheherazade, his eyes observing her real form with unrestrained mirth. "State your purpose." He humored her with a knowing smirk, causing the Reim Magi to sigh.
"I have a proposal which could prove pivotal to putting an end to this conflict, without the need for further bloodshed." Scheherazade calmly suggested, giving Aladdin an encouraging smile. "But for this proposal, I would request a temporary ceasefire, until you make a final decision on what I have to offer."
Gilgamesh considered her words, his eyes gauging her intentions before he briefly observed the enemy combatants. Everyone waited for the King's response as tensions threatened to break into another round of violence at any moment. Gilgamesh raised his hand, the golden portals disappearing. "All troops! Return to the shore and prepare camp!" He announced before turning his back to the two Magis, his eyes lingering on Aladdin for a brief moment.
"Your request is granted, Scheherazade. You have intrigued me." The King of Heroes spoke no further, returning to Vimana and flying away to the shore.
Aladdin sighed in relief, tension leaving his body as the overbearing ruler finally left without further conflict. "Scary…" He whispered as he dismissed the golems. He felt minuscule against the King of Uruk's intense scrutiny, the judgemental look making him feel exposed.
"Meeting him for the first time is an intense experience, little one." Scheherazade comforted the little kid, intimately aware of her first experience with the enigmatic singularity. "King Gilgamesh is a difficult man to fathom. Despite his harsh words and actions, he remains a King very few can match up to." She noted, her gaze shifting to Titus before the young man shied away from them. It made her heart ache to see her child so conflicted because of her, Gilgamesh's words surfacing in her mind as her clone struggled against his hesitation and hidden pains.
Aladdin nodded, remembering the feelings he sensed when the Rukh collided between them. A force of Ego so potent it remained unfazed amidst the sea of gold, proud and regal. The young Magi had never seen anything like it.
Also… "Um, Lady Scheherazade…?"
"Yes?" The mature woman smiled down at him, her sweet voice bringing him peace of mind.
"Can you stop patting my head now?" He kindly requested, shyly fidgeting as he noted the many looks he was receiving.
Scheherazade froze for a few brief seconds before she awkwardly cleared her throat and promptly disappeared. Aladdin became confused, but he found the lingering warmth of her touch comforting. Turning to his friends, the Magi began to help the recovery efforts wherever he could, praying Scheherazade's efforts would bring the peace he wished for.
This world couldn't afford to make the same mistake as Alma Torran.
Scheherazade gently rubbed her eyes, attempting to stave off the blush threatening to grace her cheeks. She fervently hoped that Aladdin wouldn't hold her minor blunder against her; he was just too adorable and innocent to resist pampering even for a moment. Shaking her head to dispel any lingering thoughts, she strolled through the camp, keenly observing the fighters in her midst. Despite the potential for catastrophic losses that the magic weapon presented, morale remained remarkably high, with casualties and injuries being kept to a minimum.
She caught sight of Leonidas and his Spartans, the group spending their time training and sparring despite the grueling struggle they had just undergone. The Spartan King gave tips and encouraged his men as they pushed through their limits, their passionate shouts and determination encouraging other soldiers to join them.
Her newly arrived entourage of the Fanalis Corps certainly needed no such encouragement, the Magi catching sight of Myron occasionally throwing furtive glances towards the smiling Spartan. Sheherazade smiled when the Fanalis began to show off her strength when Leonidas turned to their group, her excitement drawing knowing smirks from her fellow clansmen. She could even see the gladiator Mu brought was also pulled into the intense training as he struggled with the weights under the cheers and encouragement of those around him.
The King Vessel certainly lived up to her expectations, his incredible feat of blocking such a blast was unprecedented. His men were certainly quite exceptional as well, making her wish to recruit them to her side. Shaking her head, Scheherazade smiled and continued onward.
Khalid and his magicians appeared to be doing the same, the imposing commander giving his unit an overall review of their performance during the assault. His stern eyes have grown soft as he calmly showcased their flaws and strengths before he commanded them to make preparations. Although he didn't shine as brightly as the King Vessels of Uruk, his presence remained unique in its own humble way.
However, she also noted the absence of some of Gilgamesh's retainers. Ushiwakamaru, Benkei and Kingu were nowhere to be seen, nor could she detect their presence in the camp. 'Perhaps they remained in Uruk.'
Reaching the shores, she found Gilgamesh serenely watching the sunset with Ningal and Tomoe by his side. The ladies curtsied as the Magi approached the King of Heroes, the singularity remaining focused on the horizons, reminiscent of his demeanor in Uruk.
"It seems something is on your mind, King Gilgamesh," she stated while gazing at the scenery before them. "Are you thinking of home?"
"In part. A few vermin believe my garden to be fragile in my absence." Gilgamesh laughed boisterously, radiating unrestrained confidence as he waved off any concerns. "It would have been more enjoyable to watch their demise from the Ziggurat."
"Your faith in your people is quite admirable." Scheherazade smiled softly, her eyes shifting to the singularity. "I'm certain they will live up to your expectations."
"Naturally. However, my people's victories are not the matter at hand." Gilgamesh fully turned to her, observing the Magi with curiosity. "What is this proposal you spoke of?" he demanded.
Scheherazade took a deep breath, placing her hand on her ample chest as she explained, "With Uruk's clear victory today, Magnostadt was put at a clear disadvantage. It is my belief that a united demand for a peace treaty from both Uruk and the Reim Empire would be enough to convince him to put an end to this hostility and make concessions. However..." The Magi boldly stepped closer to the King of Heroes, her eyes locked with his as she continued, "...our alliance requires solidification via marriage before such a demand could be viable. This is my offer, King of Uruk." Her proposal made, Scheherazade awaited the ruler's response.
Gilgamesh offered a smirk, unfazed by the sudden proposition. "A daring suggestion, woman." He assumed a thoughtful look, inspecting her more intently, deciding after a few seconds of analysis. "I believe we can agree, on one condition."
"What is it?" Scheherazade questioned, secretly elated by the positive reception. Unfortunately, her happiness left her slightly open to the King's next move.
Before she could react, Gilgamesh's hand circled her lithe waist and pulled her flush against him. His action drew an undignified yelp from her, her sudden blush only adding to his mirth as he drew closer still.
"If you seek to cling to my brilliance, you must do so all the way." The King of Heroes proudly declared, his intense gaze glinting with amusement as she narrowed her eyes in response. "That is my condition."
Scheherazade was lost for words, not expecting the man before her to be so bold as to demand her hand instead of her original intent to link their nations through their retainers.
'Is he seriously demanding the hand of a two-hundred-and-sixty-eight-year-old woman?!' Scheherazade felt like screaming her frustrations out, but her reason won out as she sighed. Despite her reservations, she knew the risk of Kou establishing such an alliance was not insignificant – such was the value Uruk presented.
It was at this moment that the Magi of the Reim Empire realized she had no idea what she had stumbled into.
Goetia gently covered the sleeping Marga with a blanket, the child lulled to slumber in the middle of his tale. The battle today proved very disconcerting for the child, which in turn angered him a fair deal.
He was a creature which held contracts in the highest regard, and his part was to ensure this child grew into a capable human by standards of his choosing. Fear and exposure to high levels of violence threatened to affect her growth, not to mention the increased magoi depletion rate enforced on the district during the fighting. He was forced to isolate their furnace before the people around them began to die by the dozens.
All in all, such parameters were unacceptable for the fulfillment of his agreement. He needed to put an end to this matter, it was only fair as the party responsible for the ongoing conflict. He was the one who allowed these people to escape their wretched fate after all.
Examining Marga's condition one final time, Goetia turned to the entrance of his abode and glared at the smiling figure watching him.
"You look much better now, Goetia." Merlin offered a cordial smile, approaching Marga's sleeping form with a curious hum. "It's certainly a better look than Solomon's corpse."
Goetia blocked the Magus of Flowers, his glare admonishing as multiple eyes surrounded him. "Do not approach her, incubus, lest you suffer our judgment." He warned, staring down the magician with unveiled hostility.
Merlin raised his arms in surrender, as carefree as ever. "I come in peace, Goetia. I was quite interested in seeing the man the refugees spoke of so fondly." He said, taking a step back and leaning on the door with a satisfied smile. The Magus of Flowers heard many tales about the wise man who guided the group out of the perilous city before giving them instructions on how to arrive at Uruk.
Although the presence of the former Beast of Pity was unexpected, it was not wholly unwelcome. It provided the magus with a plan he didn't count on previously, the implications of which caused him to nod.
"Are you certain leaving her here is in her best interest? It's only a matter of time before the magicians restart the furnace." He inquired, chuckling nervously when the monstrous eyes narrowed dangerously in response.
"I shall take her from this wretched place once she is well rested." Goetia shifted his gaze to the panting girl, his fist tightening in frustration. The eyes gazed at the young girl with different emotions, guided by his sentiments.
Some of them looked on with affection, wishing dearly for her recovery.
Certain eyes observed Marga with perplexity, frustrated by her increasingly weakened state.
Others contemplated the possible solutions they could deploy to ensure her survival, masking their concern behind a logical standpoint.
"I'm afraid she will be exceptionally saddened if you were to do so." Merlin's remark drew Goetia's attention, the confusion on his face was evident in the way he avoided frowning at the sight of the incubus. "This child bears a kind heart. Granting her the freedom everyone in this place yearned for could potentially make her feel guilty, and could nurture some inner demons in her psyche." He jovially explained, flower petals forming a captivating lotus before he blew it towards the sleeping girl.
With a flourish, Goetia captured the floating lotus in his grasp before he reduced it to ashes. The stoic man contemplated Merlin's words, coming to a reluctant agreement with the insufferable magus. He sighed and sat down next to her, his hand holding hers as he considered his options.
"Leave." He commanded, the incubus's presence long since discarded in favor of the slumbering child.
Merlin watched the scene with an enigmatic smile, offering a curt nod before disappearing out of the district.
Goetia sensed Marga's feeble pulse, a determined light shining in his eyes as he decided his course of action. Even if hesitation lingered, he couldn't risk burdening her with needless guilt over such newfound freedom. 'Humans are truly troublesome in every world.'
It mattered not. This mess remained salvageable for a being such as him, and he shall put an end to this farce in all its forms.
Omake: I Wish For…
Gilgamesh found himself utterly bored by the pathetic display the Magnostadt forces demonstrated, the sight of their men and magicians scraping every way for a break almost too painful to watch.
Suddenly, he came up with a better use for his time. The King of Heroes closed his eyes and channeled his clairvoyance as he peered across the timelines of this world, hoping to find a more interesting show to watch. He wasn't disappointed with his search, quickly focusing on one timeline in particular as a wide grin spread on his face.
'What an amusing play. This should prove interesting.'
Sindria:
It's been a few days since Aladdin arrived in Sindria, the prosperous Kingdom's wonders drawing him in every direction. It was the first time he'd been to such a big and beautiful nation, and the experience so far was amazingly thrilling.
Aladdin watched the amazing hunt Sindbad and his generals performed, salivating at the potential food before a chop to his head woke him from his stupor.
"Restrain yourself." A stern voice made him straighten up as a pair of red orbs examined him intently. "You have just had your fill. A healthy diet requires balance – and no, a watermelon is not sufficient." The tanned man noted with a sigh, his eyes narrowing as he judged the show to be inefficient and unnecessary.
"I'm sorry, big brother. It just looked very delicious." Aladdin rubbed his head with a carefree smile, his reaction drawing an exasperated sigh from the golden-haired man.
"You're being too hard on him, Goetia~" Aladdin was suddenly enveloped in a tight hug. The soft feeling of the tanned lady's bosom and tail made the kid lean further into the heavenly sensation, all too willing to be pampered. "How could you be so heartless towards your cutie for a little brother like this?" She gestured to Aladdin whilst she pinched his cheeks as if his ridiculous face was enough to prove her point.
Goetia stared at the two in silence, beginning to regret ever setting foot in this new world. "I do not wish for you or him to corrupt the clueless child with your defects, Sheba." He pointed at the nonchalant woman and then at the man sharing his resemblance, his admonishing glare making both fidget nervously.
"Is that any way to speak to your mother?" Sheba huffed and pouted, yet oddly refused to meet Goetia's gaze.
Goetia's eyes narrowed before he threw a few gold coins her way. As he expected, the shameless woman caught them in the blink of an eye and then feigned ignorance. She only realized she had been fooled when she noticed Aladdin had somehow teleported away from her and next to his big "brother".
"Can you please calm down, you guys?" Solomon attempted to placate them with a soft smile, expertly shifting his attention away from them once both of them glared at him with the intensity of a thousand suns. "Nice day today, isn't it, Alibaba?" The former Grand Caster expertly retreated amidst their acquaintances, deciding to court death another day.
"Let go, woman! He has studies to attend to!"
"You're not the boss around here! I want to cuddle with my son!"
"My arms!"
Aladdin found himself stuck between his brother and their mother as each refused to let go, helplessly begging for salvation as he feared the loss of his arms. The Magi was certainly joyous with the family he gained thanks to his wish, but he hoped these struggles about him would come to an end at some point.
Whether it was his big brother Goetia, who taught him many things and looked after him in fear of their mother turning him into a "disgusting capitalist pig" or his father corrupting him into becoming a "shameless cowardly womanizer".
Or his dear mother Sheba, who never failed to shower him with love and affection… until business matters were brought up. Once money was involved, his mom was quick to grow into a fearsome woman no one wanted to go up against. He shivered as he remembered her reaction to his and Alibaba's wasteful spending of a portion of Amon's treasures in brothel visits and food.
Then came his father Solomon, who always seemed to offer the worst kind of response without fail despite his good intentions. Although Aladdin didn't want to admit it, his father was somewhat of a wuss at times, a point Goetia was much more ruthless in pointing out. Even so, Solomon always tried his best to be there for him whenever he needed help or guidance.
Unless it was about shielding him from Mother Sheba or Big Brother Goetia. His dad feared them more than any monster or Djinn Metal Vessel user.
Sadly, his brother eventually won this round and quickly took him for his studies. Aladdin enjoyed the trip, holding to his brother as he laughed. He always felt safe when he was with Goetia, no matter how tough the situation felt. At times, he even believed no one in this world was stronger than his sibling when he subdued Judar and the Kou princess in Balbadd.
Only… it also meant he had no way to escape his lectures and lessons, nor could he ever sneak to meet the beautiful ladies with his friends under Goetia's watch.
The Rukh danced around them as they landed in the palace, singing their praises with joy even as they began their lessons.
Goetia nodded in approval as he watched the young child shift into complete focus, the pride welling in his heart masterfully hidden behind his composure. His mission was to grow this new younger brother into a respectable member of human society, and he followed every step of the way with the utmost impunity.
With a passionate flame burning in his heart, the former Beast unknowingly smiled as he read Aladdin's answers and began to correct his casting habits.
Solomon and Sheba watched from afar, sharing in his happiness and contentment while observing the two. This was only the beginning of their family's adventures, and this lively world still had much to witness from their chaotic shenanigans.
Glossary:
Kasr:
As a magician who wasn't competent with any elemental magic despite his potent amount of magoi, Khalid developed a means to utilize his vast reserves for a singular purpose.
Kasr, a strengthening spell which allowed him to break his limitations by channeling all the magoi he stored into the rings he wore. Its effects were amplified even further by the weapon Adam created with his Djinn's abilities, radically amplifying his spells' effects and regulating the magoi circulation to prevent damage to his body.
While Kasr is in effect, magoi is imbued around his body as a borg with high defensive capabilities. Certain rumors around Uruk's magical institute mention Khalid successfully fighting against a Metal Vessel user using this spell.
Zilzaal:
A form of Strength Magic employed by Khalid in tandem with Kasr due to the large amount of magoi required to perform the spell. In exchange, Khalid is capable of outputting a level of force easily matching an earthquake and has the potential to exhibit greater power with enough magoi and strength of body.
It is one of the spells which cemented his position as the head of the Uruk Vanguard department.
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