The angels eliminate them easily because they were thrice strong than them while Zuopheus they were not. The blade made a setback, the blade sends them to hell while their weapon as well but they could not impale their weapons into Zuopheus even though he was stabbed by it - he will never die because he's a devil, not a creature, soul nor mortal. Ten angels died from Zuopheus, but the beast was nonetheless with him, the blade, the strength, the beast, and his immortality made him stronger to forfeit the angels for extra devils. As the angels put together all the orcs they found beyond the hollow places from the blaze that made them become that inside of the kingdom. All the angels gathered around to form a circle, a bound halo to halt their body from breaking the circle, they all bowed and the angel with the bow did not because she is the one who will summon the great lightning. They all enchant simultaneously sans a countdown, and all the orcs cover their eyes and ears - they are frightened, they are not furious but easily emotional and nothing but the least, they are hunters and cannibals. They try to get out of the circle but some angels strive to penetrate their weapons to the orcs whoever tries to burst the bound circle. "Thou who is the sun of eternal and glints of moon everlast, shine upon us now that we may walk away, in the light of countenance, give us the great power," she said before she throws her arrow using her bow into the sky. The angels wait the lighting to appear from the twilight firmament, they can eavesdrop on the whimper and groan of the orcs and now they all simultaneously close their eyes while they supine their chins above. As the arrow shatters, the arrow's broken portions fall from the sky before the lightning appeared, and therefore all the orcs turned into burnt lifeless bodies on the ground.
"This castle is too big for me, we search around but she was not there Jhàrold" Shanne panted while laying his hand on the wall, his sweat slipping below his chin and nostril as well as the sweat rolling down his cheeks and forehead. Jhàrold strode to the window to catch a glimpse of a couple of angels surrounding the orcs. "Shanne, take a look at this one now" Jhàrold pat his lap while looking at the window - watching the angels slay the last orcs. "The lightning again eh?" Shane asked while gluing his eyes as well onto the window. As the lightning struck upon the orcs, the twilight turned blue like a swimmer stuck in the depths of the sea and slowly swimming to shallows. Their body has been pushed again by the powerful appearance of the lightning. As the darkness above takes over by the astonishing blue, the star evanescent shortly and then came back after the lightning appeared on the kingdom. The disappearance of the blue is like a snake slithering out the rabbit hole. Jhàrold suddenly heard the Queen's voice at the right side of the hall after the fulguration strikes. "You hear that? it is her I think" Jhàrold slam Shanne's back before he asked him. Shanne shift his head from side to side with his brows tucked in. "What?" Shane asked. Jhàrold immediately rushes where he heeds the voices of the Queen saying "Help". He stroll faster as the voice became louder. Shanne followed his steps that Jhàrold left his tracks behind while moving his head up and down before to the right side. "Whom you following?" Shanne asked while reaching out to Jhàrold's back to poke at it. Jhàrold turn his stroll to the chamber of his Queen on the left side. As both of them stepped in and looked around, they see the Queen's both wrists were tied with Zuopheus's bare hand while he raise the Queen vertically high.  "My Grace!" Jhàrold yelled and then stridden forth but Shanne blocked him with his arm "Jhàrold, who is he, we do not engage, let us not hurt ourselves". "Get the f*ck out!" Jhàrold pushes Shanne and then Zuopheus tightens his grip on her wrists - both of them heed her whimper. "Let her go!" Jhàrold yells again and again until his Queen has freed but Shanne kept blocking him meanwhile he is getting pushed by Jhàrold.
"I will bestow a simple trade," Zuopheus said but Jhàrold could not stop what his doing. "What?!" Jhàrold yelled again and the last he push Shanne he halt striding onwards to Zuopheus. "You tell me where is Kristinov and I will give her to you," Zuopheus said while clasping her wrists tough that making her face go red. "He is at the Flannel" he answered while stroking his palm with his fingers after he curled it. "Incorrect" Zuopheus tighten her wrist that now she screamed from pain like the bones beyond her wrist will grate from his strength. "My Grace!" He yelled and then run towards the Queen. "Jhàrold!" Shanne yelled but he did not pursue his steps of him. Zuopheus let the young Queen go, she fell and lay her forearm above the floorboard - she whimpered while caressing her wrist before shoving herself. Zuopheus takes his sword out while Jhàrold swings his hammer forth to Zuopheus and then he stride backward to evade his strike. Therefore, he swing again but Zuopheus shift to the right side hastily and hence he swing his glaive as well Jhàrold dodge it - he swing again. But this moment he was stabbed right to chest after he swing his last strike that Shanne would behold. Jhàrold smiles saying "F*ck you" while his blood drips below his brim and making it look like he has lipstick on him from his blood - the last words from him before he vanished.
Shanne and the Queen were stunned to see Jhàrold died fast after Zuopheus raise Jhàrold high only with his hand holding the sword and then kick him to take out his blade from his chest. "Death is his choice" Zuopheus said while taking the blood out of the blade from Jhàrold's by p pressing his thumb and index finger onto the blade. The Queen cried and let Shanne defend her using his arm to shield her on the floorboard they settle. "My Grace you should come with me again, I will never hurt you now" Zuopheus lay his hand over through the warm air. "No!" Shanne yelled while shaking his head from side to side. As he stands up and runs to ambush him with a punch but. Zuopheus swings his glaive shortly and then suddenly chops Shanne's hand as he is about to punch him that he formed earlier before running forth to Zuopheus. Therefore, he  Zuopheus kick Shanne to put the blade right into the neck, hence kicking him, and then the blade comes out of his neck with gore and more blood that drops onto the blade.   "Sir" the Queen stuttered softly and cried even more. Shane becomes breathless or lifeless as well as Jhàrold shortly after.
The brother woke in the cage there is not much more space to breathe in or move. The cage was rusty and covered with blood that dried up for like ages. They look at each other and then hugged to squeeze one another if their sibling was alright. "I thought I have lose you, brother, I cannot hug you the cage is too tight," the elder brother said while pushing himself back and forth to break free. "Give me away," the mage said, and then his brother move aside. The bar opened using his power to break themselves free fast and to find Aerline somewhere as fast as they could. "Where are you going boys?" A soft voice they heed after they dropped their bodies out of the cage that hung beneath the ceiling. The brothers simultaneously turn around with their eyes wrapped with fear once again. Now they all saw Aerline tied up on the wall, her limbs were tied from the thick ropes and her kirtle was ripped as well it was covered with blood. "Happy to see my surprise for my Kristinov?" The Queen laughed after clapping her hand once to light the torches beside them. The brothers could not speak but mumble under their breath.
The mage shakes his head from side to side before he strikes with his green misty power shaped like an arrow - flies into the air to cut the ropes but it did not work but reflects on the mage around. Luckily the brother pushed him but he was shot by his brother's strike. The elder brother leaned, the queen smiled, and then the most monstrous thing she did was make the mage slit his brother's throat. "Brother" the elder brother whispered before the blood from his neck tumbles to the bottom like a cataract. As his brother lay his dead body on the ground, below him created a mere and there is a halo with demonic language written in the middle as well as sketches of odd signs with blood and candle's tears. The mage began to cry as he drop the dagger on his palm covered with his fingerprints and the blood of his brother.
"What did you do, you monster?!" The mage yelled after he kneeled beside his brother, the clothes he was wearing stained from his brother's blood along with his tears drop above the bloody mere. "Did I do that?" The Queen chuckle while standing out of her throne and began strolling onwards toward the brothers. The mage strives to attack with his power from wrath and despair that his ability will run out again. The Queen dodge one of his last arrow.
Kristinov saw his steed moving forth slowly to him and then after that he kneeled so Kristinov rode onto his steed. "I thank thee upon you Dusk" he whispered before he rides. Dusk raises his knee and stifles to commence galloping where his master commands him to go. Kristinov grab his shield and sword by bending his hip aside as his steed trotted slowly outside. The steed moves faster after Kristinov grabs his weapon to fight his master from now on. The drizzle was still there above, the murky clouds were still up blocking the moon overhead and the frigid breeze still crawls upon the land.
The Queen strangles the mage with her bare hand along with the shadows crawl around her forearm. The mage does not fight so the only thing he does is bang his fist onto her forearm hard and kick her but he kept missing it but he tries though. The Queen raised him like a bulk man can do that strongly. She will make him as a sacrifice as well as Aerline, the children, the pregnant woman, and the royals. She impales her fingers right into his skin, falling his blood beneath her fingers as tears dropped below the sight and she can see him cry like a child who has not yet found his mother. In the perfect moment, Kristinov comes in the castle by kicking the gate hard to open it shortly. The Queen drops the mage and then she push him along with her shadows telling her to free them as the day Kristinov went out to find a maiden. The push was strong that made the mage shove tough strongly afar the Queen - reaching where Kristinov stood. As the mage drop his torso on the ground, he rest his body shortly and then raise his head to Kristinov's sabaton. "Kristinov, it is you, Fenock Fenock you came, I am glad" the mage said with a smile while his chest went up and down hastily and the blood within his wound from his neck bleeds even more as he laughs softly to glimpse Kristinov came for them.
"Halt this My Grace" Kristinov said while tightening his grip onto his shield and glaive - slowly strolling towards the Queen, leaving the mage behind. The Daleon blade was now at last with him except for his protection he left in the cave before he leaves - he did not wear it because it might mislay his vigor more. "Do not call me Grace you peasant" she whispered, the boil within her began to evaporate out of her openings, and as the voice travels through the shadows - she walks slowly. "You know Jaxvier, I can make you vanish away like dust on my palm," she said while moving her fingers back and forth, pushing against her lips and skin and the skull beneath her belt crashing one another. Shadows on her back she carries all the way she strolls kept whispering through her ear - telling her to flee them any moment.
"You are no god as you wield the power that is dominant than the others but without the book, there will be no Queen exist or once shattered nevertheless endure with a sin" Kristinov whispered, holding his chin from moving side to side like a slight shiver and he holds his eyes to gaze forth above his Queen's forehead. "You dare to disrespect me but I am the one who pulls you out of the misery and inserts you with my gift, now you show many but there is nothing inside to pleasure me more" Talina caressed her palm with her fingers, and then she raised her left hand to do something awful onto her pawn. "You made me this way" Kristinov lift his iris onto his Queen's gaze after settling his eyes below her chin. The Queen pull her forearm backward to move onward quickly like she is about to strike him but Kristinov shove himself ere the Queen attacked more after she missed it. The shadows behind her whispered loudly, prying onto his shield like a strike of a snake as it beholds its prey and after it strikes more and more, the raven speck of dust subsides beneath the tip of their shadows. Kristinov swings his sword after he pulls away his shield to let the attack twirl forth to his Queen.
The Queen shattered her skull beneath her hips and then whispered as she clasp the dust of a broken skull into her hand. As Kristinov swings his sword - Talina moves swiftly like a silhouette's motion moving upward and downward. Talina leaped, then grabbed the end of her girdle's bottom garment, and lastly, she teared it up away. The garment became a dagger structured like the Daleon Blade. She move from side to side, moving back and forth as Kristinov strives to stab her and she strikes back with her dagger along with the shadows wrapping onto her skin. The shadows battled as well. The mage crawls meanwhile his blood dripping below his chin while the pawn and the Queen fight behind him. He can heed the sound of the swing of a tough glaive traveling through the silent  breezes. The mage aim to let Aerline flee from the roped that tied her up longer than the fight. The arrow slice the rope and then he tried to catch Aerline as she falls. Luckily, the mage still has the strength to carry her, the blood drops and plash above her wound and slightly pale skin from him. "Aerline I want you to wake up prithee" the mage whispered while shaking his hands above each side of her shoulders after he laid her down above the ground.
The shadow detach from the Queen's body and carry out towards the mage to strike from letting Aerline free from the sacrafícial halou rune below her. They move like a serpent, slithering through the darkness and striking as it gets to the mage like a cobra striking below the fellow man's knee. As it prepares to blow, the mage felt it sooner before the shadow strive to blow, and then he slid to the left smoothly ere he strike with his power. Aerline was still carried by the mage, he carry her with one arm like a baby he held up. The moment the shadow at last hit from the strike - it became ash suddenly, puffed like a shattered bubble and the tiny drops were the ashes. Kristinov swings his glaive vertically after he switches his hand position but nonetheless clasping the holder of his glaive. The blade evolved to fervid like a fierce fire wrapped around like a winter ivy upon the blade. The Queen bend her knee, striking with the blade continuously like a serpent strive to strike the foe multiple times and every swing from Kristinov she kept swerving it like a fire shifting away from the cold.
Kristinov thrust his shield forth to distract Talina from the shield so he can stab her while whispering the spell only his mind. As the shield shift onwards to Talina, she swift aside but the garment slice like a paper your try to departed them one another and therefore she create a wave upon her girdle after she bend below the blade when Kristinov strive to impale her - with his blade that he settle a spell.
The fire, the fervid lights up her skin from the glow that reaches upon Talina's skin and making her iris reflected the glint. She know the spell is strong enough to slay her slowly or maybe faster after the lightning strike above firmament before the thunder. Talina kick his leg after she bend to dodge the sudden strike and then Kristinov shift in reverse from her kick that made the poison affect to spread its danger into his flesh more. He moan from pain and then he tries to stand up by the support of his arms and hope. Talina dash forth before he will raise his body to fight more so she kick him again but this time she aimed it on the head. Kristinov turn his head to the left from the motion that is tough to push him aside only his head but his hand still holds the glaive but he could not raise it before the kick. The moment Talina will strike once more with her blade but at last she was stab in the forearm from Kristinov. She yelled from pain as the blood drips below the blade, the wound expands as she moves and then as the blade takes out off the flesh - it created like cascade. Kristinov swings his glaive and then she was stab again into the abdomen this time. As Kristinov will strike again after taking the blade off. Unfortunately, she kick the blade coming towards her and then she takes out her dagger. Moving swiftly and softly like a silhouettes behind the light. She strike back with her blade, impaling to the side of his belly after Kristinov push his knuckles forth to her but she went down so he missed it and then she swing her body to stab the back after aiming onto the side of his belly. Talina will aim on the other side, Kristinov were sensing her movements including her smell and so on. As Talina pull her arms to stab him along with her shadow following her steps. Kristinov shove himself and then grabbed her hair to heave the dagger she wields. "You traitor!" She yelled as Kristinov lift her up with all of his strength and then at last he receives the dagger. The queen wiggle herself like a worm in the hook. She let out the spell to free herself after she raise her leg to wrap around onto his forearm. Kristinov endeavors to puncture her with the dagger she wields before him and the moment he penetrate the blade into her chest soon before she summon the power she let out earlier. The blood spill over the chest and then the shadow carries their darkness out of Talina so they can push Kristinov away from her along with their stab of their fingertips.
Talina stutter to see herself percolate, the gore running downward her pale and then she bawl after changing her aura. The mage calls out his name and then Aerline was slowly opening her eyes after hearing Kristinov's name loud. Kristinov was laying above the ground further away from them. The Queen withdrawals using her girdle cape and them the shadows, twirling her body to disappear out of sight and therefore left her glitters of ashes and gloom above the ichor. The mage gallops to Kristinov as he saw the blade and the shield slowly becoming grey like the grey covering the firmament above them. The poison like ivy covered his skin, the blood mark his vesture like a mushroom's pattern, his lips parched off, his crimson eyes slowly will fade itself and the skin covered with grudge prevailed becoming pale like the niveous mountain afar Novallian. "How is Aerline?" Kristinov asked the mage and then he heard Aerline groaning from the distance away so he stands up to give her a hand. "Aerline" he said twice after Aerline strive to walk forth to them slowly to quickly to see if Kristinov is well. Aerline began to cry to see him suffering so she slide to lay his head above her lap.
The mage stood behind her while Aerline were grabbing his head slowly to place it above her lap along with her soft smile that were knock by her tears.
"Prithee stay" she cried even more while stroking his cheeks with her fingers that are shaking from fear and dolour. "I will forever stay" he smiled and this is the moment both of them saw Kristinov smile literally a sweet smile. "You help me many times and I will help you this time, you savage destroyer" she laughed quietly, in a whisper so he did it as well but then he lay his hand above her right cheek. "This will never betide sans you, your smile bedizen who you are, you behold me the truth than the lie, you push my brume away with your touch and your blithe eyes and smile made my last adieu will never prevail gloom" he whispered but the mage heed his words and then he slid his fingers through the side of her neck. Aerline shift her hand above his chest to heal him but the power did not show up anyhow. Kristinov pull her neck as his fingers were pushing against her skin, her hair tangled his fingers and their coldness crash one another. He open his lips to snatch her rosy lips into his, brushing his brim upon hers and letting her tears fall and crash upon his skin. The kiss is like the bloom of the rose after the sun lift itself up high above the ether. The mage cried to see the image of love between the miscreant and a maiden like true devotion they let out from the kiss. Knotting their tongue, creating a warmness within their brims sucking one another and then after they move away their lips. Aerline cried to see him breathless but before she felt his sigh and his smile kept up evermore.
She did not eavesdrop his breathing, the poisons takes over and the blood pull over to give him another choice or life. Aerline kiss him as her last goodbye after shutting his eyes with her frigid fingers. Aerline yelled, letting out her pain from her screams and cried and then cried while the mage covering his mouth and eyes from his tears falling down below his chin. "Why you?" She tuck her chin to see his face, questioning why everything are harsh and them he hugged him while crying above his chest. The mage patted her shoulder while sniffing to pull his booger into him. Their first kiss will be their last unexpectedly.
Two moons later.
"How did you do that, forming a child with magic?" Aerline asked while both of them the mage walks abode carrying a basket with berries. "It is one of my brother's finest books" he said while shifting his eyes from side to side with a smile. "Why calling Severina?" She asked again from her curiosity. "It is related to a good witch, the first mage who dwell Connart since before us, her name was Severina Coúrlt, she is our hero since and so on" the mage explained, slowly moving his torso to the left side and them afar is their village of Novallian. "That is our destination afar and thank thee for tossing me about her name, it is truly remarkable" Aerline smiled after pointing her finger to the house. 
They smile to the people they pass, the trees wave as well with hello and goodbye and the zephyr winds walks above their steps and follows their movements along to their house. The mage opened the sylvan door for her before him. Aerline bowed ere going in slowly. "Severina is playing outside again isn't she?" She asked and then the mage nodded. "I will prepare a beverage with this berries" the mage slap the basket. Aerline nodded along with a laugh. Outside of the window, the Novallian castle at last brings joy, light and hope after Aerline and the mage helped one another as well the villagers to rebuild the kingdom. The brume were still below the hills, the flowers nonetheless bloom and the kingdom's joy came back at last after the war finished as well to the other kingdoms and lands or is it?.