The armies of the kingdoms advanced into a vast battlefield that seemed endless.
Rows of soldiers raised their spears toward the heavens, others brandished swords that gleamed beneath the blazing sun, while archers stood ready with their bows drawn. At the rear, sorcerers cloaked in robes inscribed with ancient runes chanted in unison, their voices rising like thunder before a storm.
The earth quaked beneath countless marching feet, the sound echoing like a great earthquake swallowing the last traces of peace. The air was thick with the scent of iron, sweat, and fear. With each step, the hour of blood drew nearer-an hour that would decide the fate of the kingdoms.
At the forefront stood the leaders, each a towering presence:
Oungan: His golden armor blazed even beneath the darkening clouds, a black sword gripped firmly in his scarred hand. The mark across his mouth curved like a mocking smile at death. His hair, black streaked with gray, was slicked back with precision.
Semifel: A wall of darkness in blackened armor, his massive gray blade hanging from an ebony scabbard. His white beard carried the weight of a seasoned warrior, and his wolf-cut hair gave him the aura of a predator ready to strike.
Poseidon: Azure eyes shimmered like the ocean's depths, his white armor radiating with strange purity. A trident pulsed with energy in his grip, while his flowing blue hair cascaded like waves down his shoulders.
Hadeis: A man draped in shadows, his hair white as snow, his eyes pale and empty as though gazing into another realm. Twin daggers bound by chains glimmered in his hands like serpents poised to strike.
Odin: A figure of undeniable presence, with black hair streaked with gray and a beard dark yet dusted with silver. His black armor was like eternal night itself, and at his sides rested twin blades-one white as light, the other black as the void.
The leaders faced one another as their armies rumbled behind them like a raging sea, awaiting a single signal to erupt.
Oungan raised his sword high and roared:
"Today, the fate of kingdoms shall be decided! Only those worthy of power shall survive!"
Semifel smirked coldly:
"Power alone does not win wars... but the minds that know when to spill blood."
Poseidon struck his trident into the earth, the ground trembling as he declared:
"No one will stop me from reclaiming my kingdom's right... the sea itself will drown those who defy me!"
Hadeis laughed with chilling calm:
"Death awaits us all... but I shall decide who reaches it first."
Odin raised his twin blades, his tone grave and heavy:
"Light and darkness... today they will decide which world endures."
And then, the horns roared, signaling the greatest war the kingdoms had ever known.
Oungan charged forward with heavy steps, his golden armor gleaming through the dust of the battlefield. Both hands clenched around his black sword, his eyes burning with defiance as he shouted at his foe:
Oungan:
"Oi, old man! What will you do? Drop a few raindrops from the sky? Hahaha!"
Poseidon smiled with unshakable confidence, raising his trident high to the heavens. Dark clouds swirled violently, lightning split the skies with blinding brilliance. Suddenly, colossal pillars of water, shaped like massive drills, descended from above, crashing down toward Oungan.
The ground quaked beneath the assault. Oungan arched a brow, then laughed mockingly even as death itself bore down upon him:
Oungan:
"Oi, oi... don't joke, old man! That'll actually kill me!"
In an instant, he planted his feet firmly, leapt into the air, and raised his black sword high. A roar tore from his chest as golden light burst from the blade, splitting the heavens.
With a single strike, the light surged forth, taking the form of a colossal golden dragon. Its radiant body blazed like the sun, and its thunderous roar echoed across the kingdoms.
The dragon's massive wings spread wide as it hurled itself into the descending water-drills, colliding with devastating force.
The clash split the heavens, unleashing a storm of steam and sparks as if the world itself had been torn in two.
Soldiers on both sides froze in awe, their eyes locked upon the sky, witnessing a battle no mortal tongue could describe... a clash between the golden dragon born from Oungan's blade and the overwhelming might of the sea summoned by Poseidon.