( The dark faction, The mercenary camp )
As dawn broke, an unusual spectacle unfolded in the heart of the Mercenary King's camp. A sight bizarre enough to send ripples of incredulity across the universe, if witnessed.
Outside a modest war tent, five gods stood patiently waiting.
In a universe where god's were objects of utmost respect and admiration it was an oddity that gods would be made to wait for any meeting even if it were with a monarch himself, yet the wait this time was for meeting only another tier6 god. A god same tier as the rest of them.
The five stood outside for several minutes, that too without a word of complaint which spoke volumes of the authority held within that tent.
After a moment of silence, a deep voice echoed from inside, "You may come in."
The flaps of the tent were pulled aside, and one by one, the gods entered.
The first to step in was the leader of the "Frostwolf Marauders." A Ymir by the name of ' Vas ' a 15 foot giant from the edges of universe with icy blue eyes that were as harsh as the tundra he hailed from.
His legion of giants, 200,000 strong, was known for its brutal efficiency even in the harshest of winters, having once single-handedly crushed the Arctic Demon Army, turning the tundra red with their blood back when they still represented the light faction.
Next was the leader of the "Crimson Shadows," a Vampire once serving in the Titus clan army just like Max who famously defected to lead a life of mercenary and gathered significant following for himself on his rise to Godhood.
His legion, consisting of a group of deadly assassins, had overthrown the Iron Fist Kingdom overnight, vanishing before the sun could rise, leaving only a kingdom of corpses.
Easily one of the most terrifying mercenary Legions to ever exist.
The third figure was an Elf, a race known for their affinity to nature. His title was ' Thalion The Cruel ' , an elf that wielded some of the most envious nature spells but found pleasure in watching nature be destroyed and burnt rather than preserved.
He led the "Green Gale Phantoms," a legion renowned for their mastery over forest-based warfare. They were the silent spectres of the woods, appearing and disappearing within the dense canopies. They had famously held off the notorious Horned Beast Horde at the border of the Eternal Woodlands, against all odds 30 years ago when employed by the Hazelgrove Empire.
The fourth was a Nereid, a sea nymph, known for her captivating beauty and deadly prowess. A seductive beauty with F cups who went by the name ' Natasha '
As the leader of the "Ocean Leviathans," she ruled the waves. Her beauty the cause of many civil wars as she was known to incite men that she had seduced to do her bidding.
Under her rule, her legion had sparked a revolution that ultimately drowned the Sea Serpent Dominion, a maritime empire that had once threatened to engulf the realm.
Finally, the leader of the "Skyfury Eagles" walked in, a Harpy with wings as sharp as blades.
' Trailblazer Tweety ' , there was not a single soul in the mercenary world who did not know her name.
A love affair of the now dead Matumba, she was not someone that even Gurdan could command to join-
Yet she did it for the sake of revenge for her lost love interest.
Her legion of aerial warriors had famously triumphed over the planet of winged humans, an airborne empire that had commanded the skies and hunted the local harpy population to almost extinction.
There the Skyfury Eagles had reclaimed their dominion, creating a legend that echoed across the skies.
As these formidable figures filled the tent, the air grew heavy with a sense of anticipation. The space, previously filled by a single figure, was now pulsating with the power of these legendary leaders.
"Our path is paved by vengeance," Gurdan's voice echoed in the tent, his golden eyes reflecting a hardened resolve.
"Matumba has fallen, but his will shall not be forgotten. His loss will be avenged, not merely with blood, but with the total annihilation of our enemies."
He pointed to a war map spread across the table, "We have two targets. The Twilight clan that hoards their orb atop a mountain, and the Bloodfall clan safeguarding theirs in the heart of a forest."
Gurdan then divided the gathered legions, "I will personally lead the offensive alongside the Frostwolf Marauders, the Ocean Leviathans, and the Crimson Shadows towards the mountain, towards the Twilight clan." His decision hung in the air, resonating with the gravity of the mission.
"The Green Gale Phantoms and the Skyfury Eagles will march into the forest, into the stronghold of the Bloodfall clan to take down the bastard Ravan Bloodfall" Gurdan said as he looked into the eyes of Tweety
" King Avans has made it clear that the priority of the mission is the orbs. That we need to have a bigger vision than just petty revenge, but I say fuck that and fuck the vampires who slayed my brother.
We butcher every last one of them who dare stand in our way and only then do we destroy the orb! " Gurdan said as he bared his sharp canine teeth.
All the leaders nodded to the orders before leaving the tent, Gurdan had spoken and there were no disagreements regarding his arrangement.
As the tent flaps closed behind the departing leaders, a hush descended on the Mercenary King's camp.
Every soldier, every beast, and every bird seemed to be holding their breath, anticipating the storm that was about to descend. Each leader had their task, their legions waiting for their orders, ready to march at a moment's notice.
Gurdan was left alone in the tent, his figure outlined by the dim light creeping in. He studied the war map one last time, his eyes tracing the paths his legions would take, burning the details into his memory.
His mind was a tempest of strategic calculations and battle plans, but his exterior was as calm and impassive as ever. Only his golden eyes bore the ferocity of the tiger within him, a promise of the wrath that was about to be unleashed.
Around the camp, the air of anticipation thickened as preparations were set into motion. The rumble of marching feet, the clinking of armors being donned, and the whispers of strategic instructions filled the air. The Frostwolf Marauders steeled themselves for the harsh mountain journey ahead. The Crimson Shadows, a sinister whisper in the night, readied their weapons, the gleam in their eyes matching the shine on their blades. The Ocean Leviathans, despite being out of their element, had a calm determination that spoke of their legendary adaptability.
In another corner of the camp, the Green Gale Phantoms vanished into the forest for a preliminary reconnaissance, their presence fading away like a gentle breeze. The Skyfury Eagles took to the skies, their wings slicing through the morning air as they surveyed the camp one last time before the upcoming battle.
Gurdan stepped out of his tent, his towering figure silhouetted against the rising sun. His gaze swept over the camp, watching as the five legendary legions prepared for war. The time had come to avenge Matumba, and under his command, the Twilight clan and the Bloodfall clan would soon face a wrath like no other.
