Ancient Imperial Calendar Year 1831
While Marco Kislavein was engaged in looting, massacres, and conquests in Arfas lands, he came face to face with two million soldiers led by the new Arfas Dynasty Lord, III Jamshid.
Marco had three million soldiers, outnumbering his enemy. This gave him great confidence.
"What was the name of the new Dynasty Lord, Lord Kervin?" asked Marco.
Kervin Payrist replied.
"III Jamshid."
"How many soldiers does he have?" asked Marco.
Kervin channeled his mana into his eyes and brain, enhancing his senses and calculating the enemy army's numbers.
"According to my calculations, they number two million."
Hearing these figures, Marco experienced a surge of confidence.
"Two million? Hahahaha! Another victory is certain, Lord Kervin! After we win this battle, we will enter the Arfas capital, Mah-Ehrem, and destroy the Arfas Dynasty!"
Marco drew his sword, pointed it at his enemy, strengthened his vocal cords with mana, and commanded his army.
"ATTACK! LEAVE NOT A SINGLE ONE ALIVE!"
The Kislavein soldiers shouted in unison.
"AS YOU COMMAND, SUPREME COMMANDER!"
Seeing the Kislavein soldiers attack, III Jamshid waited for a moment before commanding his army.
"ATTACK!"
The Arfas soldiers attacked a few minutes after the Kislavein soldiers had begun their assault.
The two armies began fighting hand-to-hand.
Marco slaughtered every Arfas soldier who came before him without difficulty, his eyes searching for one person.
"Where are you, little Dynasty Lord? Come face me!"
Marco was searching for Jamshid on the battlefield.
Jamshid, however, was fighting on the front lines at a point quite far from Marco.
As the battle continued, Jonas's father and Mors Dynasty Lord, Werys Mors, came face to face with Jamshid.
"HAAA!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Werys spurred his horse towards the Arfas Dynasty Lord.
If I kill him, it will be a great achievement for my Dynasty! It will bring us glory, fame, and renown! Perhaps my descendants could even become Kislavein Dynasty Lord! I must kill him!
But things did not go as Werys had imagined. His duel with Jamshid lasted only twenty seconds.
Jamshid seemed to toy with Werys, not fighting seriously, and finally killed Werys with a fatal cut.
"FATHER!!!!!"
Jonas, witnessing his father's death from afar, wanted to attack Jamshid fueled by the fire of revenge, but the Mors Dynasty soldiers blocked his path.
"PLEASE CALM DOWN, DYNASTY LORD!"
Jonas shouted at his soldiers in anger.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY! I WILL AVENGE MY FATHER!"
The Mors soldiers disobeyed the command and did not move aside.
"IF YOU DIE, IT WILL BE THE END OF THE MORS DYNASTY! YOU MUST SURVIVE AND ASCEND THE THRONE! THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN AVENGING YOUR FATHER! THE MORS DYNASTY MUST LIVE!"
Jonas was caught in a dilemma: his father's revenge versus the continuation of his Dynasty.
If I, as a son, cannot even avenge my father, how can I become the Mors Dynasty Lord? Kuhh... Damn it... I'm sorry, Father...
With sorrow and grief, Jonas withdrew from the battlefield with a few of his soldiers.
Meanwhile, Kervin, Arlek, and Arnheid, under heavy protection, had completed their preparations to cast a massive ice spell.
Just as the Ice Winds were about to descend upon the Arfas soldiers, they, under Jamshid's leadership, performed a counter-spell.
Soldiers who had survived the previous battle had told them how the Payrists' powerful ice spells had turned half a million of their soldiers into ice statues, killing them.
Jamshid had developed his own defense and attack spell against this ice magic.
Sandstorm
Just as every soldier in the Western armies carried Kislavein blood, every member of the Southern soldiers carried Arfas blood.
Millions of soldiers, descended from the same lineage, used their inherited power to control the Sand, lifting almost all the sand in the desert into the air.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
The Kislavein soldiers were horrified. A massive mound of sand stood before them like a wall so high it blocked even the sun.
"MY KINSMEN! BURY ALL THE WESTERNERS UNDER THE SAND!"
The Arfas soldiers shouted in unison.
"AS YOU COMMAND, DYNASTY LORD!"
The Sandstorm, reaching dozens of meters in height, swallowed and destroyed the Kislavein soldiers trying to flee and escape.
All of the Kislavein soldiers died, their lungs filling with sand, suffocating beneath it. Among them were also very important commanders.
Kervin Payrist was caught under the sand, but he managed to save his children, Arlek and Arnheid.
The Morning Training Master of the Blood Academy, Kaldrion Kislavein, and Rodwel Dynasty Lord, Edmund Rodwel, were also among those who died, buried under the sand.
A total of two and a half million Kislavein soldiers, numerous important Western Commanders, and Dynasty Lords died in this battle, in this one-sided massacre.
The Arfas army's loss was around half a million.
The small number of surviving Kislavein soldiers and commanders were fleeing for their lives under the command of Supreme Commander Marco Kislavein.
Noticing this, some Arfas commanders informed their Dynasty Lord, Jamshid.
"Our greetings to the Dynasty Lord. The surviving Kislavein soldiers are fleeing. Give the order, let us kill them all."
Jamshid dismissed this offer.
"We have shed enough blood. Right now, there are three million corpses under this sand, Commander. That is enough for today. But that does not apply to tomorrow and the following days."
Jamshid turned to his army and spoke.
"MY KINSMEN! LET US PROSTRATE TOWARDS MAH-EHREM AND GIVE THANKS FOR THIS VICTORY!"
The Arfas soldiers and commanders, with their Dynasty Lord at the very front, lined up, prostrated towards Mah-Ehrem, and gave thanks for their victory.
The half a million Kislavein soldiers, meanwhile, continued to flee without even looking back.
This day, the overwhelming victory belonged to the Arfas Dynasty.
Jamshid had proven himself and made a name for himself across all Lands.
As Marco fled, he glanced back for a moment.
"Just this morning, I was dreaming of conquering the Southern Lands with my three million soldiers. Now, I am fleeing for my life... From where to where..." he said with a sorrowful voice.