K221 had been an undisputed castle guarded by the awesome War Lord for years. They had some of the most horrible warriors, his influence was the largest compared to other warriors, and his defense was still undefeated. Not many even contemplated resisting him; those who dared to resist him suffered categorical extermination.

Power breeds a certain vanity that always walks hand in hand with forgetfulness.

Two warlords, Jesselton W, and Mahmoud Gaber, decided to show face with the singular notion of tearing down the War alliance. Unlike their predecessors, they didn’t come up to challenge the borders of K221; they had the intention of demolishing it to pieces. They operated on a one-size-fits-all basis, where each of the toughest players was eliminated first, leading to a systematic dismantling of their remaining forces. To no one’s surprise, this resulted in an abundance of mayhem.

The invasion started with the sun crawling over a horizon, illuminating the imposing fortifications K221 had.

FIRST STRIKE

Vlad Bul’s city stood as a display of military perfection. All of his protective walls, made of stacked steel along with stone, had never been breached. His royal infantry was stationed alongside archers and was spearheaded by a commander, each of them had fought under the name of War for many years. He had his faith set in them without reserve.

But faith made no sense when they came across an unpredictable anomaly.

The Clash started

Standing at the gate of the fortress, General Jesselton W observed his soldiers flowing throughout the valley like a body of water.

Vlad's archers struggled to defend against his foes as he rained fiery arrows down on infantry that advanced with shields braced for attacks. The infantry sector was on fire as stone boulders slammed into the walls and set everything ablaze.

Vlad prepared himself for the oncoming attack.

The Fortress at Randall was not built to be breached, but with ruthless dispatch, Vlad’s defenders paired any attempts made to break the out into a bloodbath. With missiles roaring overhead, infantry marched forward, suppressing any attempts that could be made to keep them back. They advanced on my fortress as a singular unit making coordinated efforts.

Even holy crusaders learned the art of war. With a triumphant cry, the heavily armed soldiers forced their way through, setting anything and everything ablaze until no shred of life was left. With each passing hour, my brother of arm fell, but before the sun set chin rested upon the ground, burning as fiercely as the battlefield. Before the day came to a close it was as if my surroundings were erased from existence. After all, I was completely engrossed in the utter mind-warping chaos of oblivion.

The renowned name of Mahmoud Gaber had been obliterated.

Bevont Had Sliced and Beheaded

While still at war with Mahmoud Gaber, Beovnt prepared for something far more chaotic and lethal that lay waiting for him on the other side.his target: Bevont, a heroic archer and tactical genius lacking synergy since bows didn't have their synergy. Bevont wasn't just another soldier, he was a legend in K221, his army consisted of skilled archers, solid infantrymen, and the cream of the crop.

The First Encounter

Bevont’s fortress rested on a high plateau. Natural cliffs and stone walls fortified by the magic-infused barriers surrounded it. Stealth attacks would have resulted in suicide. Instead, Mahmoud lured the Bevont’s forces out of the fort. He tried to destroy Becasuein's supply lines by firing them and looting them with the help of a fast-moving small unit. He sent out his archers and down to crush the invaders as expected.

That was Mahmoud's signal to engage.

The Downfall of Bevont

While Mahmoud’s soldiers were gunned down by the archers, they didn’t know that he had hidden forces that were just waiting to finish them off as they initiated a tri-side attack. Cavalry force trapped and pinned forth opposing spearmen that had wheeled towards arches forming bass tile cautiously. What followed now was sheer pandemonium. Ats were hidden and beasts razed flames that engulfed everything; slashing all that came in their path culminating into nothing. But Mahmoud had anticipated this. Enchanted sphere-wielding glowing knights integrated themselves. They cleaved the beasts skyward cloaked from ankles revealing them. It was then the phase crumbled revealing the greatest feared greatest foes now reduced to mana ash and forgotten dreams - wings to tatters were served to shreds and flew into nothingness.

Without his dragons, Bevont broke like glass. His archers were encircled like prey, and they were slaughtered without mercy. His elite infantry thought to be a wall that could not be breached, was pulverized into nothingness against the ceaseless wave of Mahmoud’s warriors. In a final Dash, Mahmoud Gaber gambled everything and destroyed what little was left of Bevont’s careful stratagem. His castle gates were destroyed, his wealth plundered, and his name banished from history’s pages.

Bevont was made to feel as if he had never existed.

The Invasion: The Collapse of the War Pact

When the smoke settled, the remaining members of the War Pact had endured a loss they could never recover from.

The most important pieces on their chess board, Vlad Bul and Bevont, had been fully executed. Their legions, which were the pride of K221 have now become mere carcasses littering the post-modern Maria Theresean no man’s land. The dwarfed multi-towered strongholds which withstood unstoppable before decimated sieges are now defenseless and open.

The War pact is officially dead.

Mahmoud Gaber and Jesselton W have claimed the victory.

With the most powerful fighters from K221’s being bested, the rest of the kingdom teetered on the brink of collapse. Would the survivors of the War alliance try to put the pieces together or would K221 succumb to its invaders?