Kate and Dae: Blood Trails and Burning Castles

The dust of the last hunt hadn't even settled. The ruined castle's smoke drifted through the air, but Kate didn't breathe. Didn't wait. Her absence had lasted long, but now her senses were sharper than ever — the blood-lust raging through her veins over-bubbled.

She was the first to arrive at Kingdom 338, a kingdom that was speckled with too many unbubbled castles and too much rashness. It wasn't long before she caught sight of a prize that made the heart race: an 11-million mixed troop player, deep in enemy territory, confident enough to lounge out in the open without any alliance tag, any warning, any defense. 

Kate didn't hesitate.

Her first solo march thundered across the field, a cavalry-dense formation thundering across the grass. The news returned hot and glowing red with ruin: millions of T1s annihilated, a sweep through the weakest layers. To see it provided her with the high she required.

The second one was even more effective — 7 million soldiers died, mostly T4 and T3. His wall was shattered like paper. His formation was destroyed, disoriented, and flooded. The enemy was collapsing. And he didn't have time to react.

The third solo did it. In a final flurry of energy, Kate pierced what remained of the man's formation and captured his Lord prisoner, imprisoning him with a grin. One castle won. Hundreds to win.

This wasn't just a successful hunt — it was an announcement: Kate was back.

She didn't rest. Kingdom 338 wasn't rich enough for her. She strode rapidly to Kingdom 82, her shadow dragon bounding behind her through the sky.

The reward here? 10 million soldiers, another mixed comp account — clearly someone who calculated that sheer numbers were what he needed in order to keep him safe.

He was wrong.

Kate's first strike annihilated the T1 and T2 layers in a moment — 3 million men destroyed in one precision strike. It was surgical, and the road to the core now lay open after removing the fodder.

Her second blow was more severe — a brutal crash that obliterated 6 million troops. The T3s and most of the T4s died like grain before a scythe. His hospital was already overcrowded. His castle was already ablaze.

Her final blow was swift and pitiless. She swept his Lord away cleanly, shaved his wall to ash, and branded his name on the map. Her presets had been spot-on, the formation deadly.

But the kingdom hadn't finished yet.

Two small castles unbubbled suddenly just next to her. One contained 2 million soldiers, the other 500,000. Kate didn't bother using scouts. She relied on instinct. She soloed both with rapid back-to-back attacks. The first dissolved immediately, and the second attempted porting — but too slowly. She caught it halfway through the animation.

With each castle she reduced to ashes, she became braver. The reports mounted. The kingdom talk went into overdrive. Some players started bubbling. Others dropped the game altogether.

But Kate? She had just begun.

Meanwhile, in his home Kingdom, Dae had witnessed action. One of his old friends — that had revived an old grudge — had unbubbled. The castle had 8 million soldiers, full bow make-up, which Dae immediately recognized to be a dangerous but inferior choice.

That castle was full of history. That player had tried to bring down Dae's coalition, years ago. Now, fate brought them back to square one — and Dae was not going to let it get away.

The first solo? Savage. He wiped out all T1s and T2s in the enemy's composition. The bows scattered like autumn leaves. It became a personal matter now.

The second assault wiped out another wave — millions of T3s were killed, and the T4s were emerging. The wall had been breached. The report? Excellent.

Dae struck once more on his third solo, killing another 2 million soldiers. His bleed of infantry had been timed perfectly, catching the bows before they even began to form up. By now, the fire ravaged half of the enemy's keep.

One final march did it. The enemy was shattered. Dae swept the entire castle, taking the final kill with total mastery.

But still, it wasn't over.

A smaller castle unbubbled in close proximity — just 1.5 million soldiers, and likely bait. Dae saw the trick. But he entered on a clean solo, and as expected — no reinforcements came. The Lord of the enemy was caught in a moment.

Kate and Dae weren't just hunting. They were cleansing kingdoms.

Their war council hall was where tensions mounted. Whispers passed between war council members:

"Kate's already topped 300 million merits…"

"Dae hit 570 million. He's approaching 600."

"Who will reach 1 billion first?"

It wasn't a hunt anymore.

It was a competition — a battle not just for dominance, but for glory.

Across burned castles, shattered friendships, and fallen Lords, two names were immortalized in history, one by one.

Kate and Dae — Executioners of the Realms.