SWNOVELS Chapter The Twelft Seal Unbound
In the grand halls of Celestoria, King Altair found solace atop the tallest tower, surrounded by scrolls and parchments that held the secrets of his realm. The 12th Kingdom, a bastion of magical prowess, stood as a testament to the wisdom and power that flowed through its veins.
The tranquility of Celestoria shattered on a fateful day when unexpected news reached King Altair through General Oromon, a loyal and trusted warrior. His grief-stricken face revealed the loss of General Dale at the hands of the Darkbanes, a tribe of rebellious mages wreaking havoc across the lands. What was once dismissed as mere banditry had escalated into a graver threat.
Devastation and anger consumed King Altair, and he made the resolute decision to confront this menace head-on. With his elite warriors, a band he trusted implicitly, they set forth into a battlefield already marred by chaos and death. The rebels, armed with the Solaris Wardston, an ancient artifact capable of rendering enemies' powers useless against them, had incapacitated their mages, leaving a mere hundred soldiers in desperate straits.
Guided by the shadows, King Altair wielded the Eclipsium Shard, another potent artifact capable of countering the Solaris Wardstone. The shard created a temporary darkness, disrupting the rebels’ advantage. However, amid this tactical maneuver, an Ardentbane Arrow, a legendary and feared ancient artifact with the power to kill even a god, pierced King Altair's chest. The battlefield fell silent as he slumped forward, the pain searing through him.
As darkness encroached on the battlefield, King Altair's generals, Setus and Oromon, rushed to his side, their cries of despair echoing through the war-torn landscape. The threads of Celestoria’s fate hung precariously in the balance.
In the Isle of Shadow, the Dark Force reveled in the news, proclaiming the imminent breaking of the 12th seal that bound him, as if heralding an era of malevolence.
Amidst this chaos, Rosche, abruptly awoke from her slumber. A mysterious symbol manifested on her forehead, radiating an otherworldly glow. However, as swiftly as it appeared, she lost consciousness, leaving her fate entwined with the unfolding events in the wider world.
As death approached King Altair, the weight of his kingdom’s destiny bore down heavily on him. The age of prophecy had unquestionably dawned, and the echoes of laughter from the Isle of Shadow resonated ominously through the realms. A turbulent journey awaited all those connected to the ancient magic that bound the Twelve Kingdoms together.