I.. Am God?

In the palace of the Forest of Ganae, Alexander looked at the setting sun with worry, "I hope they return safely.." He sighed.

Inside Ichosterse, Matthias was still under "torment" by Guin as loud sounds escaped from their room.

Time passed, and it was already an hour before sunrise. "General Tarsus, you know what to do." Princess Raya nodded at her general.

"I'll prepare our men, Princess." General Tarsus bowed and left too.

"I'll go prepare first, Princess Yuna." Princess Raya patted Princess Yuna and left the tent. The other princess nodded at her and started to prepare herself.

When Princess Raya got out from the tent, she saw that the soldiers had already started to collapse their tents and put out fires. They started to get into their formations and stood prepared with their respective generals.

Behind them, huge siege towers that were covered with leaves started to come to life as machinery gears started to spin. Elves boarded them and filled it with other equipment.

She looked around at the happenings inside the camp and sighed. These soldiers may not know, or they may have already known that this day might be their last in this realm. Even if they win, which is near impossible, a lot of them would certainly die.

She then looked at the horizon with a somber mood. Although the sun still hadn't risen, its light could already be seen.

"The time has come." She muttered solemnly and ran towards General Tarsus where he had started instructing the Spirits.

When the general saw her, he turned to her direction and bowed, "Princess, what brings you here?" He asked.

"Are the preparations ready?" She asked back.

"Not yet, but I have already instructed them, Princess." He answered.

"Then, let's make haste. The Elves are already near finished with their preparations, and the forces in the Valley of Sorrows are waiting for our cue." She commanded. "I'll also help our men, so be quick."

"As you wish, Princess!" General Tarsus nodded affirmatively.

With the order, the spirits rushed to their respective positions and hid, waiting for their leader's signal.

Princess Raya stood on a tall tree, overseeing the tower and the activities inside. She saw that the Ichtir has already started to move, the walls of the territory brimming with them.

Princess Yuna has already ordered the advance of the army and is already nearing their location.

Now, Princess Raya was only waiting for one signal to start their attack, and that was inside the tower.

Inside Ichosterse, Matthias was still facing the lustful attacks of Guin. They had already gone for more than thirty rounds and were still going. When Guin was reaching her peak pleasure, Matthias suddenly broke the chains that bound his hands and hugged Guin tightly, "!!!" She gasped but her mouth was immediately grasped by him.

"You want pleasure? I'll give you just what you want." He hissed with a harsh susurration.

"Mhmm!!" Guin widened her eyes as she suddenly felt him move his waist at a fast pace. She moaned with pleasure or panic as Matthias moved at an even faster pace.

Matthias removed his hand on her mouth, letting her gasp for air. She wanted to yell but Matthias knew what she wanted to do and abruptly kissed her wildly, draining her of her strength. With Matthias regaining some of his godly authority and godcraft, he modified his saliva into a strong sedative. With his tongue in her mouth and his tongue secreting sedative, Guin slowly went weak and fell asleep.

Matthias then stood up and dressed himself and made his existence ethereal and his aura faint. He got out of the room and went to a window where he could see the western forest.

When he got there, he saw the sixty thousand-men army of Ganae and smiled. He saw a small light at the top of a tree and thought, "They already received the message."

On top of the tower, The Tyrant Lord Kelbrom that was celebrating his approaching domination over the realm suddenly stopped and looked at the western forest with narrowed eyes, "What is that?" He muttered.

Outside, Princess Raya breathed in and looked at the new movement inside the walls.

The Ichtir were slowly opening its gates, releasing the black sea that devastated the lands for years.

She looked at the army and raised her hand, "Ready!" Below, the Elven soldiers gripped their spears and bows and swords and shields, shaking yet full of vigor. The Spirits started to call upon their powers, preparing to cast it at any second.

When the Ichtir army that had left the gate reached a tremendous amount, Princess Raya suddenly noticed that they were all going in their direction. She waved her hand down and shouted, "Now!"

With her signal, the Spirits that were still hidden in their positions released their suppressed powers and surrounded the Ichtir Territory with restrictions against the enemies.

Princess Raya also casted a blessing, complementing the previous spells casted by her subjects.

On the Tower of Ichosterse, Suddenly, the Tyrant Lord realized something and widened his eyes, "These bastards!" He roared.

He could feel that his minions noticeably weakened and slowed. He also felt his authority weakening to an even greater extent.

At the Forest, seeing that the Spirit Princess has already casted their arcanas, Princess Yuna followed suit and shouted commandingly, "Charge!"

With her signal, the army marched and charged with an intensity of a rhinoceros stampeding on the battlefield. The siege towers joined as it moved like a warmongering beast of wood.

The Ichtir, seeing them, turned even more wild and charged at them like hungry monsters.

The Elves lowered their spears, pointing straight at the black tide, and gripped their weapons with their full strength.

When the Ichtir were closing in, Princess Yuna shouted once again, "Throw!"

From behind the shield formations, the elves retrieved something from their pouches and bit on it, removing something, and threw it at the enemy.

Boom! As the things hit the ground, consecutive explosions followed soon after. It was a product that they succeeded in making within these ten years; Grenades.

Although the grenades were powerful and did prove to be effective against them, because of the huge quantity of enemies charging at them, the damage dealt looked insignificant. But even so, they did not panic.

Finally, the Ichtir slammed at the elven frontline. Spears were slowly filled with black dead bodies. The elves continued to throw grenades at the enemy and dwindled their numbers.

In the Valley of Sorrows, Princess Sally and the leaders saw the immensity of the enemy forces and the humongous gap between them. Princess Sally hardened her hold on the sword on her waist. It was the sword that her father, the late Prince Gios, gave her before she left for the Haylen Capital.

She turned around and looked at the leaders of the other Refuge and Isabelle who was already determined to fight. She slightly nodded at them with seriousness. "I'll stay and protect the perimeter." Isabelle said.

"Thank you." Princess Sally replied with a smile.

The three leaders jumped and slid down on the cliff, towards their army.

They stopped in front of them with steadfastness. The soldiers, standing straight and firm, looked at them with honor and respect. Princess Sally looked at everyone with heartfelt pride and grit. She breathed in and started to talk with courage and power ingrained in her speech.

"Men, women, and beastkind, sons and daughters of our world Aqiartha. We are here, with resolution and bravery, to stand and fight not for those who died in the past, but for our kin who will live in the future. I know that all of you know that not everyone– maybe not even anyone– present here today would get to live tomorrow. But I hope that no one fears the enemy at front and the death that awaits us, but hopes that everyone fears what our people would experience after."

"May the gods watch over us in our fight against the greatest hardship. May they watch as their people fight with honor and bravery, facing against all odds and adversities. Hoping that this battle be etched deep in the history of our descendants and successors of our legacies, we shall win this fight, even until the last of us draw their final breaths!" She shouted, filled with fervor and strength.

Listening to her, the soldiers felt prideful that they were one of the people who would fight in this battle with her, a commander of such great honor and bravery.

She turned around, looking at the sea of black, widening its reach even more, with fearlessness, "Now is our time to fight for our freedom!" Princess Sally unsheathed her sword and slashed it down.

"Yeah!!"

"For freedom!"

"Roar!"

With her gesture, the beastmen, as planned, charged first with fervor and strength. Avian warriors flew and charged at the enemies with bravery.

Behind them, the soldiers marched towards the battlefield. Isabelle flew on her sword and glided to the frontline, with hundreds of swords spinning and harvesting enemy bodies.