But, for General Vaelros, as if his soul already joined his departed sons. He had no reactions or responses.

  He had been holding them and staring blankly like the statues all this time. But like a sudden influx of water which flowed in a desert, the information made his muscles move.

  The general may have thought it was an attack since his hands tried to reach for his sword, but he soon remained stationary like the others.

  Some of the parents started to unsheathe their weapons, still confused about what just happened, their senses had not fully recovered yet.

  The soldiers assisted in assembling the bodies of the dead, but they already woke up and realized that these people had really no chance of breathing again.

  Even if that was the case, they kept silent since they did not want to offend the parents.

  They could see, even a tough general would be broken if he lost his children.

  If these were their own, there was a high probability they would act in a similar manner.

  The slaughter was even done in a gruesome way which added to the misery.

  While the humans took time to recover from the power of Beledon, Uther hurried to send him a message.

  {As if you’re not listening, it’s just hopeless you know. These are humans, unlike us.}

  Uther tried to remind Beledon telepathically, that these were humans with short lifespans, and who mostly relied on their children to carry their wishes to the next generations.

  For some, especially outside this kingdom, many children who were born were just seen as tools by their parents.

  The children served to continue the lineage, to work for food, to help with the chores, to take care of the riches, to take the throne so no others could take it from them.

  Many were also sold by their parents to slave labor, for their magical abilities, or for a sack of wheat.

  Uther did not receive an answer, Beledon was in a hurry.

  Beledon did not mind the humans unsheathing their weapons.

  Instead, his focus remained unwavering as he twisted Kalemith of the Sun, his gilded staff of radiant power. With a commanding thrust, he drove the golden staff into the blood-soaked ground.

  Kalemith of the Sun loomed above Beledon, its golden frame towered far beyond his own height.

  It was crafted from celestial gold and imbued with the radiance of the sun itself.

  The staff exuded a weight not only physical but spiritual, as though the very heavens pressed upon its wielder. Its considerable bulk demanded strength and resolve; for only those of unwavering will could bear such a burden of power.

  Despite its heaviness, the staff seemed alive in his hands, an unspoken challenge to those unworthy of its might.

  Even though above them were all the dark violet spots and the sinister energy from the underworld corrupting the Auroras, the veins of sunlight coursed and pulsed faintly through its core and began to shift, glowing with an incandescent brilliance.

  Ancient inscriptions spiraled to life, their symbols ignited one by one in a slow, deliberate dance of light and fire. The air grew thick with the hum of awakening power, as the staff's activation, though formidable, required time.

  Hymns of angelic voices started to be heard all over the Den of Irons, soft lights slowly embraced thousands of the dead bodies.

  Everyone who was affected by the activation process now had their senses stabilized, including General Vaelros. But, most of them were trembling with fear of what they just learned about the Pyramortiss.

  For one who had been fighting for a long-time, this demonic and devilic realm fueled his resolve.

  He had to fight, or his sons’ souls would also be tormented in that place forever. It was better for them to support the efforts of their wizards, than stay here in denial of the harsh reality.

  General Vaelros immediately took his sword from the ground after carefully leaving his sons’ corpses, and monitored the main room. The eyes of the parents near him followed his every movement.

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  Vaelros recognized the Divine Archmages and all the people here, especially Beledon who was so proud of him when he became a general.

  The ethereal power flowed around, and he could feel the burden and sorrow he felt, faded away as the lights touched his skin.

  He observed that many of the soldiers of the Silver Legion looked outside in amazement, so he quickly darted to one of the windows and saw the magical light covering all the dead bodies outside the castle.

  Little by little, they rose in midair, as if the warm lights were taking them to their source in the heavens.

  A sense of relief washed over General Vaelros, the wizards were really amazing.

  Strong winds of freedom swirled and started blowing all over the place.

  Beledon had a stronger power which borrowed the warmth of the sun. The wizards would never disclose this, afraid someone taken over by the Archdevils from other kingdoms would try to control Beledon to use in their wars.

  As the humans stood in awe and their minds recovered from their pains, a powerful voice was heard.

  “Listen! Thousands are dead? Yes.

  Your children included? Yes.

  But, why do we have to rise?

  As I speak, millions of soldiers are surrounding the Kingdom of Livingrings.

  The 13 leaders of the Nexxus assembled their forces, and even made pacts with the underworld to attack this kingdom!

  Why, you ask?

  We are the bearers of the fabled Seal of Gaxinar, a relic whispered of in shadowed legends. Some call it the living seal of the Twin Sons of the Devil, a token forged in the fires of ancient darkness and bound to the wills of gods and monsters alike.

  No matter the myths or legends you may have heard, this seal holds a power beyond mortal comprehension. It is a force so immense it could call the dead back to the realm of the living, IF WIELDED WITH THE MOST PRECISION AND CARE.

  Why would they covet it so fiercely, when they have already razed kingdoms, plundered treasures beyond reckoning, and turned fertile lands into desolate wastelands?

  Are their towering hoards of gold and their countless legions of enslaved souls not enough to sate their greed?

  What drives them to muster such a vast army for a single, humble seal, safeguarded by one kingdom for centuries?

  If you stand with me. If you cherish the memory of our people, of our children cruelly taken from us. Then rise! Muster your courage and steel your hearts! Rally to the frontlines, if that is what it takes!

  We stand to protect not just a seal, but the hope it holds—the power to return what we have lost, to undo the destruction wrought upon us!

  Will you fight with me? Will you stand for our future?!”

  Beledon roared in some enchanting voice that these humans with him would not be able to see through, because of their current circumstances.

  Who does not want the dead back, if they were their loved ones? Who does not?

  They were slowly losing themselves a while ago, but for some reason, they rose up, with enough strength to stand again for what was ahead.

  A seal which could return the loss.

  Everyone would desire it.

  “Ohhhh!

  Aaahahah!

  Yessssss!!!!

  We will!

  To our kingdom of Livingrings!!!!!”

  Hundreds of thousands of citizens of the kingdom cheered and roared, hearing and feeling all that he said.

  There was something that surged inside them.

  There was hope that could be felt.

  As wide rectangular displays appeared around the main room of the Den of Irons, the madness calmed down, affected also by the cheering of all the citizens in the kingdom.

  The parents and the Silver Legion here could see and hear the reactions of the people, even the king himself.

  Everything that happened here was actually sent forth across the land and shown to all the citizens in ethereal displays, with a rectangular shape surrounded by white bluish lights.

  This was a power of Qunara which accompanied the Wavesron telepathic connections.

  She used the minds and senses of the four wizards who landed with the humans here.

  With them in the same place, she gained access to the thoughts, emotions, and sensations of the people in the castle.

  Qunara could do this as long as she was near the Floating Orb.

  These were then sent all over Livingrings via invisible connections that flowed through all the brains of the citizens.

  The images and scenes sent to their minds about the torments in the Pyramortiss were also received in the displays.

  Beledon knew this. With the help of the broadcast, his power, even though weakened, was able to reach the entire kingdom.

  He had been losing power greatly, but was able to do this since his fellow wizards all retreated inside the Auroras near the Floating Orb and supported him. He made it on time.

  “All who dwell near the palace, I beg you, flee with haste, as far and as swiftly as your feet can carry you. I will bring the dead and the Den of Irons there!” Beledon also added.

  *Wavesron - telepathic connections of the wizards under Qunara’s guidance