I.. Am God?

She turned to them, "I need to fix the laws inside him and protect him from dying." She said with heartfelt emotions. "I feel the sincerity of him wanting to help. Our battle also became his battle."

She looked up at the sky and sighed, "With our princedom in chaos, that'll mean that the four races would be unsupervised. The elves and dwarves would still be okay, but the Humans and Ichtir would cook up pointless wars and battles. This would be bad for our realm. We need him strong." Without knowing it, she heralded one of the possible fates of their realm.

Hearing her, the two generals went solemn and the atmosphere became heavy. They then continued to watch the potentially future hero of their realm's performance of the sword.

When Matthias finished, it was already dusk. The red sun showed itself down the horizon and casted a red glare on the forests where they rest. Matthias wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the setting sun and sighed, "Although I want to call this scenery beautiful, I am afraid that it's heralding something that is ruinous."

Matthias then turned around and saw the three that were watching him and smiled sadly. He walked towards them and spoke, "We need to be prepared for tiring battles and wars. Let's get prepared."

"Mhmm." Princess Raya nodded, "That's why I am going to teach you about the laws of this realm." She suddenly declared which shocked Matthias. "Are you sure, Princess Raya?" He inquired.

"Be honored, Human." General Tarsus snorted. "Royal Spirits like Princess Raya have a tremendous knowledge about the Mystic Laws that encompasses all realms."

"Han Jianyu, would you please kneel in front of me?" She asked politely.

Matthias compromised and knelt in front of her. She walked towards him and placed her hand above his head and declared, "I, Princess Raya of the Princedom of Hayle, subjected to the Realm of Aqiartha, grants permission to Han Jianyu with learning the Mystic Laws and its Arts."

As if waiting for some reaction, Princess Raya waved her hands up and down above his head.

Inside Matthias' mind, Old Man Sanyi suddenly sounded, "Oh, sorry. You gave a fake name and that incantation needs your real name. I'm just modifying things just for a second.. There!"

The reaction that she was waiting for then appeared. A golden glow surrounded Matthias as if hugging him. He felt as if Aisha, his mother, was once again caressing him and carrying him in her embrace, causing him to tear up. Next, he felt as if something was lifted off from him, which made him suddenly understand some things pertaining to some laws inside this realm. All of it took an hour.

After that, she leaned towards him and held his shoulders, "You can stand up now, Matthias." She whispered.

With her permission, he stood up and bowed towards her, "Thank you, Princess, for granting me this blessing. I would sure cherish this well." He thanked her with sincerity.

"No need, Han Jianyu." Princess Raya smiled and waved her hand, "I still have to teach you the Mystic Laws and Arts, so we should go."

Suddenly, General Tuwa's shocked and a little frightened voice sounded behind them, "Look at the moon!"

They all looked above and gasped at the sight; the moon was too red!

"A Blood Moon. We haven't had that since.." General Tuwa muttered with shock.

"Thousands of years." General Tarsus completed what his daughter wanted to say. "That was when the war between races caused bloodshed all across the land."

"No. Not particularly." Princess Raya said. "It was when Prince Kalon of the Human Kingdom of Velos shed the blood of the Spirit Princess Qitalia upon the Altar of Ikor.."

"Which made the Seal of Ichtir opened." General Tarsus and Tuwa exclaimed simultaneously with fear in their eyes.

"We are in trouble." They all muttered at the same time.

In the south of Aqiartha, the Princedom of Sarqisi..

"Run!" The screams of horror by men resounded throughout the land.

"Leave me alone!"

"Mom, help me!"

"Papa, I don't want to die yet!"

"Bring me my son back! No!"

"Finally, I am free of this suffering.."

"Elder Brother, It hurts!"

Cries of children begging for help filled the atmosphere. Fear, terror, evil, and death enveloped the whole princedom.

The blood and some severed parts of children from several villages flowed in a small, man-made ditch, running down to a huge circle chasm.

At the rim of that chasm, a cloaked person bowed towards someone sitting on a black throne and was also wearing a black cloak, "Your Majesty Sirca, the human villages have now been harvested off their children. Should we begin the ritual?"

"Begin. We shouldn't make Lord Kelbrom wait for too long." The person sitting on the throne ordered coldly. "Once He is released and helps me, I will now fully rule over the Forests of Aqiartha and kill that useless niece of mine! HAHAHAHAHA!" He muttered then laughed malevolently.

The cloaked person bow and beneath the cloak, a wicked smile showed itself, "As you wish, Your Majesty Sirca." The cloaked person chuckled creepily and retrieved a ram horn from his large sleeve.

NIAAAAAAAAAN!

A sharp, piercing sound blasted throughout the place. After that sound vanished, murmurs began as thirteen cloaked people surrounded the chasm while chanting something incomprehensible.

Boom!

A dark, eerie light fell down from the sky and shone itself down the huge chasm. Resulting from that, a huge shockwave blasted the surroundings.

"I.." From the depths, an old-sounding crackled voice was heard from the bottom, ".. am unsealed!"

"Welcome to the Realm, Lord Kelbrom, True Ruler of Aqiartha!" All the worshippers screamed fanatically. Sirca went down from his throne and knelt down to the chasm. The other fanatics kowtowed and chanted his name repeatedly.

"How long has it been since I was sealed by those pesky ants?" Lord Kelbrom asked without showing himself from the depths of the chasm.

"It has been more than three thousand years, My Lord." Sirca answered respectfully.

"Three thousand years?" Lord Kelbrom snorted coldly. Sensing their Lord's displeasure, Sirca tried to please him, "Three thousand years are nothing to you, My Lord! Soon, Aqiartha that was snatched from you will return to your embrace and you shall rule over all the lands, even The Surface!"

"Hmph!" Hearing 'The Surface', Lord Kelbrom scoffed, "If it isn't for those Surface Dwellers that helped the three ant species, Aqiartha wouldn't even try to break free from my rule. Nosy bastards."

"But.." Lord Kelbrom inhaled to calm himself down, "As you have said, Aqiartha will soon return to my embrace. Heaven and Earth will once again be under my rule! I will own the realm once more! And I'll make The Surface mine next!" He growled with hate towards all races.

"Yes, My Lord! You are glorious and your power is and will be everlasting! We will help you with all that you need!" Sirca cheered and proclaimed.

"You all would help me?" Lord Kelbrom asked with amusement. "Of course, My Lord Kelbrom!" Sirca and the others exclaimed.

"Then.." Lord Kelbrom paused, "..you can all die for me." He uttered coldly. "What?" Sirca blurted.

Suddenly, the thirteen cloaked people surrounding the chasm all screamed as thirteen black smogs jumped out from the depths and entered each of their bodies respectively. Inside, their souls were devoured as the smogs wrestled control over their bodies. Alas, they were too weak against souls that are thousands of years old. Right, the black smogs that jumped out from the depths were Ichtir souls that were sealed with Lord Kelbrom.

In fact, those thirteen souls were the renowned Thirteen Blackest Generals under the Tyrant Lord of the Old Age Aqiartha, Kelbrom. Although not really that renowned in this era, the Thirteen Blackest Generals were renowned in their time as feisty, cruel, evil, and heartless generals from the four races trained solely by Kelbrom, resulting in their absolute loyalty towards him.

They massacred hundreds if not millions of inhabitants of this realm, garnering the hate and disgust of the three races. They became the dirt of the Three Race's Old Age.

Everyone wanted to kill them, but no one had the ability to do so. As a result, the Thirteen Blackest Generals continued their rampage all across Aqiartha.

When the Old Age's War of Freedom neared its end, with the abilities of the Three Princes and Two Surface Dwellers, Kelbrom and his generals were wounded and sealed by them, and with the Ichtir rapidly retreating and going into hiding, the Three Races successfully achieved freedom and their peace that all of them longed for.

"Hhaagh.." Terrified by the sight, Sirca backed up, panicking, and fell down. A huge ball of black smog suddenly rose from the chasm and stayed still, as if it was watching an amusing show as Sirca panicked so much that his cloak slid down, revealing his head; He was an elf!