A location not too far from Tsa's capital city, a huge army was stationed. The numerous coats of arms present a sheer testament to the number of nations that simply couldn't tolerate the fact that Tsa had instigated a civil war within each of their nations. It was a moment where Kings, and their princes gathered together in a rare moment of agreement.
However, what was most impressive about this sight was it barely accounted for a small force from each nation, after all, they each had to deal with an active civil war back home. Fortunately the number of rebel forces had drastically diminished from before.
A regal looking man sat upon his armored horse, though his face was full of frustration, much like the others who held similar status. "Damn that stupid dragon. Causing all of these problems."
Another regal man, this one a bit younger than the first, nodded in agreement. "You're right, this dragon dared to rope all of our nations into such a scheme. Frankly I don't care what that Goddess does, it has no bearing on my own nation."
An older man, wearing refined armaments and a serious expression, gave off the aura of a true warrior. From upon his powerful horse's back he spoke. "I may just be a general, but I too agree with you. This dragon's gone too far. The damn thing brought about so much strife. I'm old now, but when I was young, my grandparents made sure that I understood the stories of the Goddess. It's foolish to go against her will."
The man of average age sighed. "From your nation, being a General is quite the accomplishment." He smirked. "And even with a comparably lower status, you brought more troops than I. Your words are equal here. At least in my eyes."
"The Slane Theocracy. Your nation was originally crafted by the hands of the six great gods, correct?"
"Indeed, however, Goddess Night Silver was undoubtedly the seventh. It's because of her that we had the ability to develop as much as we did. Her magic was a priceless tool that my ancestors used. However, during one of her journeys in search of more people to lend a helping hand to, the other gods decided against saving anyone aside from humans. We've been teetering ever since. I fear people sympathetic to the Goddess will soon vanish from my nation."
It was then a slightly more magical presence appeared by the others. A beautiful elven warrior atop her magically enhanced steed. "You shouldn't look so down. Aren't you men of high status? Hold your heads high."
"Oh, the Elven Queen herself has arrived?"
"Indeed, now stop doubting yourselves, you dishonor my position the more you do that. And go inspire your down trodden troops. They fear this dragon lord."
"Rightly so, how are we supposed to convince them otherwise?"
"Idiots! Tsa did all of that propaganda stuff behind the scenes to pressure all of us to aid in pressuring Mother. He's obviously terrified of her. She'll come to protect us if he actually takes to the field. And if he doesn't, he'll flee."
"I'm still amazed by the level of trust the elves have in this Goddess."
"Why? She held me in her loving arms when I was a child. How could I forget? I wouldn't dare forget her, nor the feeling of being her child. And I certainly wouldn't dare to turn my back to her."
"That's enough for me, Majesty. I'll go and inspire my troops." The General from the Slane Theocracy rode off, with great haste.
Just before he got some distance, Tsa appeared in the sky, and let out a dull, weak roar. It sounded as if he was giving up, but that didn't matter to those who made up the armies, they were still scared at the sight of the massive dragon. And then it flew over head, and away, far away, out of sight.
Soon after a rider came from the city, waving a crest-less flag of the purest white. They arrived a short distance from the leaders of the army. "I come bearing a message! Dragon Lord Tsa has fled, abandoning his people to their fates at your hands. We his aids harbor you no ill will." Silence fell as the rider's bellowing voice finished.
The leaders of all the foreign armies gathered together once more, this time with the messenger present. A rather lengthy discussion was held, where all manner of issues were discussed. Reparations, resources, and all manner of things to aid in the recovery of each nation. The pressure that the Slane Theocracy's General, and the Elven Queen put out were obviously the largest factor in the negotiations. However, given that both of their nations were already in far better condition than anyone else, they only required the bare minimum of funds to make up for the mobilization of their armies.
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In Eryuentiu, the giant castle that used to belong to the Eight Greed Kings, Tsa arrived, and claimed it as his own. He ordered everyone to leave the castle, then he flew away, dragging the castle across the sky, in search of new lands.
In his mind he thought about a lot of things, but chief among them… Where did I go wrong in this endeavor? Did I overestimate my influence? Did I underestimate her influence? Was it both? Or was it something else? She… She created those other nations on purpose. And that's how… They were built up with the aid of Tus Nadair, and Night Silver. Then they aided in the development of other nations, sharing resources and knowledge. I lost this fight before it even began. I'll be more careful in my future endeavors. I've got to free those people from their torture… Wait, are they willingly making that choice, after they hear about… No surly not.
He flew for days and nights, hauling his new castle around, until he found a perfect place that seemed unclaimed by anyone else. "I'll try to build a new nation here and reflect upon my past mistakes. In about 100 years or so, the continent will likely have forgotten my failures. That'll be the time for me to act."
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Night Silver had been secretly keeping an eye on Tsa the whole time, she heard his words just then, and grinned softly. "And I hope that, by that time, there won't be any in that particular condition." She sighed.