The Varreth Border Kingdom signed the contract at dawn.
The ink was still drying when the wind changed.
No celebrations followed. No speeches. The people of Varreth had learned caution the hard way—hope was dangerous when demons still prowled beyond the walls.
But the Red Flags Banner did not delay.
The very next day, Daniel sent an answer.
Not a letter.
A name.
They called him many things across the battlefield.
Prince of Death.
Black Wolf Rider. The One Who Hunts Until Nothing Moves.
To Daniel, he was simply Aarenn.
The warp gate tore open in the air above Varreth's outer plains without warning.
Space folded inward, reality screaming as it bent. From the rift stepped a massive shadow—first a paw, then another—until the colossal world wolf emerged, its fur black as void, eyes glowing with cold intelligence.
Upon its back rode a lone figure.
Aarenn.
He wore dark armour streaked with crimson veins, a long, dark-red spear resting easily in his grip. The weapon hummed faintly, as if eager. A black crown sat upon his head—not jewelled, not ornate—just a symbol of authority and death.
The kingdom of Varreth soldiers froze.
"That's… just one man," someone whispered.
Prince Aarenn did not look at them.
He turned east as if he and his wolf could smell the enemy from a distance . He sighed as if in disappointment.
And began the hunt.
The demonic beasts sensed him even before they saw him.
At first, they were confident.
Thousands of them—clawed abominations, horned chargers, crawling masses of hunger. They surged forward, shrieking, believing numbers alone would crush him as they had crushed so many cities before.
Aarenn urged his wolf forward.
Then he spun his black silver spear.
The world turned red when he went to battle mode, with no any traces of emotions, he stubbed , sliced ,thrust. and what followed was a precise instant kill.
Black-azure blood sprayed across the plains as the spear tore through flesh, bone, and mana cores alike. Aarens moved like a storm given form—each rotation of his weapon carving arcs of annihilation. The wolf leapt, twisted, crashed down among the beasts, jaws snapping, claws ripping.
Demons died by the dozens.
Then the hundreds.
The ground became slick with black azure blood. Corpses piled so thick the living stumbled over them.
Still, Aarenn did not slow or show signs of fatigue.
By the time the count reached a thousand, the demonic beasts understood something was wrong.
Their confidence broke.
They fled in fear as there last instinct.
They ran into the forest.
But prince Aarenn followed them mercilessly.
For three days, the forest screamed of demonic suffering.
No matter where they hid . whether—under roots, within corrupted groves, beneath illusionary cover—the Prince of Death found them. The world wolf's nose cut through fear and mana alike. Spears struck through trees. Shadows swallowed stragglers whole.
Demons died alone.
Demons died in packs.
Demons died begging in a language no one cared to translate.
When the hunt ended, nearly three thousand demonic beasts lay dead across plains and forest alike.
The kingdom of Varreth soldiers, watching from afar, could only stare in fear and amusement. and respect of Arren's strength over the enemies.
One whispered, "Is he… finished?"
Aarenn paused and stood still.
Then his head tilted slightly.
A voice echoed in his mind. it was general Daniel talking to him telepathically
Daniel: One mile east. Mountain bandits. Daniel was using Talon, his eagle and was using vision sync, Daniel could see through the birds eyes from where he was.
Arrenn smiled.
That same day, screams of agony came from the mountains, and after ten minutes, the screams stopped.
each bandits died with a different expression on their eyes, some regret, some sorrow, some shame others , hatred. and yet all this didn't stire any spark of regret or fear in the eyes of the prince of death. his eyes were cold and he looked solid.
They heard a howl that shook stone loose from the cliffs. They saw a spear split the air. They felt gravity crush their knees into rock.
Screams echoed through the valleys—sharp, sudden, final.
By nightfall, three hundred mountain bandits lay dead.
Their bodies were stacked neatly at the mountain's base, blood still steaming.
Aarenn turned to the trembling kingdom of Varreth soldiers who had followed him at a distance.
"Collect them," he ordered calmly.
They obeyed without question.
When the last corpse was piled, the ground itself opened.
A warp portal bloomed beneath the heap, swallowing the bodies whole as they plunged into darkness—falling directly into the Wolf Chamber within Daniel's domain.
Evidence erased. and their will be no smell of rotting corpses around the kingdom.
Fear planted.
Prince Aarenn turned back to the kingdom of Varreth leaders.
"The mountain bandits," he said evenly,
"are a gift."
He adjusted the black crown on his head.
"From the Great War General Daniel himself."
Then he mounted his wolf.
And vanished into a portal.
The rumours exploded.
They always did.
By the end of the week, every tavern, every refugee camp, every border town was whispering the same story—each version more terrifying than the last.
They said the Prince of Death hunted demons for days without rest. and he is areal prince from another far away kingdom , the kingdom of Astrid,.
he's so strong and handsome, said the ladies.
They said bandits vanished into holes in the earth.
They said Daniel commanded death itself.
Children began telling the story at night.
"If you're bad," parents warned gently, "the black wolf will come for your soul."
"But if demons come," they added softly, "the Red Flags Banner will answer. with the spear of death"
Fear and comfort—balanced perfectly.
Daniel did not always send Aarenn.
Sometimes, he sent Maria, the Whip of Death, her weapon cracking like thunder as it tore demons apart in wide arcs and blood sprung all over the place.
Sometimes, it was the Mawaazi Brothers, laughing as they fought back-to-back, turning battlefields into graveyards through sheer coordination and brute force.
Sometimes—
It was something even more unsettling. Daniel the great war general, sent.
Three young rookies under the red flags battalion.
Barely fifteen years old.
One wielded a massive hammer nearly twice his size. Another carried a bow that shook the air with each release and she was skilled enough to make the arrows curve. The third moved silently with twin blades, striking faster than trained normal knights could follow.
They returned bloodied.
But alive.
Stronger.
The message was clear.
The Red Flags Banner did not just fight.
It forged true warriors , a simple fifteen year old kids can take out a hundred demonic beasts .
and still complain that how can we call , just to come hear and waste their time with weak demonic beasts. the rookies discussed abought getting stronger in order to receive their own wolves from the War General. but one thing was clear, according from how they spoke abought the war general, the truely Respected that man.
And sometimes?
Sometimes Daniel didn't send anyone at all.
A warp portal would simply be opened by the warp puppy , which would open a portal under Daniels command.
And hundreds of demonic beasts would vanish—dragged screaming into nothingness.
They would leave no witnesses.
and survivors from their enemies.
The rewards came swiftly.
Mines containing gold were granted— iron in tones, mana crystal, rare ores.
Trade contracts multiplied. from multiple kingdoms, all over.
Kingdoms that once hesitated now rushed to negotiate because they understood one thing, the help wasnt for free, and that was all their is to it..
The reputation of the Red Flags Banner soared.
And at the center of it all, the city of red flags rose.
Stone foundations were laid. Warehouses took shape. Training halls echoed with steel and mana. Merchants flocked to the safety of its walls, preferring Daniel's neutral ground to noble chokeholds.
The nobles seethed.
But they could do nothing.
Because every time they considered resistance—
They remembered the strength that Daniel wielded, first his first woman Miimi's family controls finances in the kingdom, and he's supported by Beth the crown princess and recently his second woman, not to forget the crown prince Aarenn gets orders from him.
Daniel stood on the unfinished walls one evening, watching lanterns light the growing streets.
Miimi joined him, reports in hand. "the kingdom of Varreth is stable. Trade resumed. Demonic activity dropped by seventy percent."
Beth leaned against Daniels body, smiling. "And the children already have a new bedtime story."
Daniel sighed. "I didn't intend to terrify them."
Beth laughed. "You sent the Prince of Death."
"Fair enough," Daniel admitted.
He looked out over the city.
The Red Flags Banner fluttered high above.
Power had been proven.
Fear had been planted.
Hope had followed.
And across the continent, one truth was now undeniable:
When the demons came—
Someone hunted them back.
And that someone answered to Daniel.
Not as a king.
But as something far more dangerous.
A system that could not be ignored.