Chapter 69: PASSIONALITY
It was 3 in the morning. The sky outside was still and black, heavy clouds hanging low like a blanket smothering the stars. The moon was nowhere to be seen. The only light came from the tall torches and glowing blue magic crystals lining the paths of Velmora’s grand castle.
Inside, the castle was alive. Not with peace—but with purpose. Urgency.
The meeting was over, and a decision had been made. There would be war. Not waiting, not defending. Velmora would attack Luminia. First.
And now the entire castle moved like a living beast preparing to strike.
Footsteps echoed everywhere. Guards in metal armor rushed through the halls. Mages in dark robes carried scrolls and staffs, whispering spells to enhance weapons and protect the soldiers. Knights were checking their swords and shields, helping each other tie straps and fix buckles. Spears clashed gently as spearmen tested their grips and practiced movements in the training yard below. Healers were organizing herbs, potions, and bandages in rows, ready to travel with the frontline.
The war machine had awakened.
Orders were shouted from commanders, and flags were being raised. Horses were being prepared in the lower stables, their hooves echoing like thunder. Everyone had a role. Everyone had fear. But everyone moved.
The eastern gates were the busiest. That was the direction of Luminia—the target. Rows of soldiers lined up in the distance, quiet but ready.
Yet the western side wasn’t ignored. Clinton had made it clear—"Attack, but don’t forget to defend."
Strong defense lines were being raised along the borders. Watchtowers were manned. Magic barriers were being weaved along the weak points. The country would not leave itself open, even if the offense failed.
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Far away, across the eastern hills and rivers, past the borders and forests, lay the shining kingdom of Luminia.