SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 731 : Tq @Demonpool15230 for Castle

No-Man Island…

The skies above the No Man Island were dark, as if the heavens themselves mirrored the despair of the sworn wizards below. Jason Mama, the head of the 9 Realms Association, floated in the sky, his regal armor glowing under the faint sunlight.

Behind him, a sea of wizards and soldiers—nearly 8 million strong—stood ready. The air was thick with anticipation as Emperor Ryon Lionheart hovered beside Jason, a cruel grin playing on his lips.

Below Ryon, Ragnar and Ileana hung in the air, their hands bound by enchanted ropes that glowed faintly. Their faces were pale, yet determined, refusing to show any sign of fear.

Jason glanced down at the two prisoners with a smirk. "Look at them, Ryon. Hanging like trophies for all to see. This is what happens when you defy the might of the 9 Realms Association."

Ryon nodded, raising his voice so the sworn wizards could hear him clearly. "Brother Ragnar! You traitor… you thought you could stand against me? Against your own brother? Look where your arrogance has brought you. Today, not just you but your entire kingdom will be erased from existence!"

The soldiers of the 9 Realms cheered loudly, their battle cries echoing across the island. The energy was palpable, and the confidence of the 9 Realms army seemed unshakable.

On the other side, the atmosphere was the polar opposite. The sworn wizards, now reduced to 3 million soldiers, were battered and bruised. Their once-unified army now looked like a collection of individuals clinging to their last threads of hope. Their confidence wavered as they looked up at the overwhelming enemy forces.

Inside the command tent, Madam Clark stood at the center, her face calm but her eyes burning with resolve. Her voice was steady as she addressed the faction leaders and generals. "This is not the end," she began. "We didn't come this far to bow before Jason Mama or his puppets."

She stepped out of the tent and climbed onto a hastily erected platform to address the entire sworn wizards' army. Her voice carried across the camp as she began her speech, her words cutting through the despair like a blade.

"My brothers and sisters, today we stand on the edge of defeat. But let me remind you why we are here!" she exclaimed, her voice rising with emotion. "We united not for personal glory, but for justice! For freedom! For a future where no one can dictate our lives or suppress us!"

The crowd stirred, their heads lifting slightly.

"We swore an oath, all of us, to stand together against oppression! To fight until our last breath for a world where no one bows before tyrants like Jason Mama. Think of your family sufferings… Think of the pain you faced… They may have more numbers, more weapons, but they do not have our spirit. They do not have our unity!"

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A faint cheer rippled through the crowd, small but growing.

At the edge of the camp, Supreme Sword Magus Elarin sat cross-legged, his sword resting across his lap. His eyes were closed, his body surrounded by a faint silver aura as he meditated. He had already made up his mind: he would give everything he had to defend the sworn wizards, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

A young sword wizard approached him hesitantly. "Master Elarin… will we survive this?" the boy asked, his voice trembling.

Elarin opened his eyes, staring at the boy with calm resolve. "Survival is not guaranteed, young one. But victory is not always measured by who lives. Sometimes, it's about standing firm for what you believe in, no matter the odds."

He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Suit up. The sworn wizards need every ounce of strength we can muster."

Far away, in the cities of the 9 Realms, the glass orbs flickered with images of the looming battle. In grand halls, crowded taverns, and even humble homes, people gathered around the orbs, their eyes glued to the scenes unfolding on No Man Island.

"This is it," a merchant whispered in a packed tavern. "Jason Mama will crush them. The sworn wizards don't stand a chance."

A noblewoman in a lavish estate nodded to her companions. "Once this rebellion is over, the 9 Realms Association will solidify its power. Perhaps it's time to send them my support."

But not everyone was certain. In a small, dimly lit room, an elderly man and his granddaughter watched the orb in silence. "Do you think the sworn wizards can win, Grandpa?" the girl asked.

The man sighed. "It's hard to say, child. They've lost so much already. But war isn't just about numbers. Sometimes, a single spark can turn the tide."

Back on No Man Island, Jason Mama and Ryon stood together. Jason sipped a glass of fine wine, his expression relaxed. "It's almost too easy," he mused. "The sworn wizards are leaderless, demoralized, and cornered. They've lost all land, and now, they'll lose everything."

Ryon chuckled darkly. "I told you, my brother Ragnar is a fool. Joining Madam Clark was the biggest mistake of his life. I'll enjoy watching him squirm as we finish them off."

Jason raised his glass in a mock toast. "To victory, then. By the end of this day, the sworn wizards will be nothing but a memory."

Back in the sworn wizards' camp, Madam Clark finished her speech with a powerful call to action. "Today, we fight not just for ourselves, but for every oppressed soul in the 9 Realms. Stand with me, fight with me, and let's show them that we will not bow!"

The army roared in response, their spirits lifted by her words. They donned their best armor, readied their most powerful spells, and prepared for the battle of their lives.

Above them, the skies darkened as the first spells of Jason Mama's forces began to rain down on the island. The sworn wizards braced themselves, their hearts heavy but their resolve unbroken.

The stage was set for a battle that would determine the future of the 9 Realms.

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Thank-You @Demonpool15230 for Magic Castle. Will give 'Bonus chapters' tomorrow. I'm truly grateful for the GIFT.