ARENA OF HONOR TRIPLE ALLIANCE

In the forgotten lands of Kingdom K136, where the sand walls still echo with ancient battles, a solitary night came alive. A raven, its wings as black as misfortune, soared through the skies with a message that would change the course of the clans: SkyRocket summoned to the arena of honor.

As unwritten oaths dictate, those summoned answered the call, thirsting for glory, or at least a place in history. But when dreams of grandeur are etched upon the sand, the shadow of rivalry is never far from rising.

For where there are strong allies, there also appear fearsome rivals. And that night, the name of Astrryx resounded once more, accompanied by the banner of THE KJ BOOM of the NBe alliance. A triple duel between friends, more pact than war, more strategy than spite.

Thus fate was decided: Astrryx and his warriors would occupy the throne, our banner would fly second, and THE KJ BOOM would rest upon the bronze. There would be no needless attrition or cruel betrayal. Only a duel of honor... where each clash of swords would be a silent pact to discover the limits of each warrior.

We decided to build trading posts and focus on the Maiden's Altar, as that boosts our points generated by the posts, and when the time comes to fight, we will send SkyRocket or DerKobold, our strongest faction leaders.

At the Altars of the Unknown there were no problems, due to the prior agreement, no one attacked us, so we were able to win our altar... but in the second round of altars, everyone wanted to obtain the one of the maiden, since only the group from Astrryx had made offensive camps..., especially our eternal rivals.

Frozor, having sent a raven to one of the altars SkyRocket was occupying, decided to attack, since he had the advantage with his cavalry over our infantry that we decided to send. However, to his bitter surprise, the attack failed, since SkyRocket is very well prepared to receive counterattacks... and they needed a more solid and stronger cavalry to be able to defeat him!

Once the Maiden's Altar, that sanctuary of power coveted by kings and traitors, was claimed, SkyRocket, guardian of our banner, scanned the horizon with suspicion.

From among the ranks, a name emerged, unknown to the coalition and a stranger to the pacts sealed under the moonlight. He was an ally of mine, yes, but his presence was a crack in the harmony forged from silent alliances.

Without a word, SkyRocket made the decision that every commander must have in their blood: to attack without hesitation.

The rally banner was raised, the drums thundered, and the warriors' cries echoed in the icy air of the arena.

An infantry duel would be fought, and although both marched under a common emblem, the force that marched with SkyRocket was that of a titan. His infantry, hardened by countless victories, far surpassed that of the unfortunate enemy... one who never knew of the pact, nor of the truce, nor of the destiny that already awaited him.

Time passed, when suddenly the city of glory was taken by Astrryx, who obtained first place, then now the battle was only friendly against THE KJ BOOM's team, where we put Derkobold full reinforcements to fight against their infantry, although the blow was won, THE KJ BOOM did good damage, that if it had been a real fight they would have attacked the building once after another.

But just as steel forges legends, it also tests the brave. The same happened to SkyRocket, who, determined to test his strength, raised his banner before Strawberry, a warrior whose defenses were as ironclad as the walls of Harrenhal.

With each enemy cavalry charge, SkyRocket's lines trembled. Charge after charge, the horses surged forward relentlessly, wounding pride and eroding morale.

The confrontation became a cruel dance of power and endurance. Until, finally, after countless clashes and storms of lances, SkyRocket's infantry fell to their knees before the fury of his cavalry.

But that collapse, far from being a disgrace, left a lesson etched in stone:

If our hands had reinforced his walls, if our troops had answered the call... that final blow would not have been so easy, nor so swift.

But it wasn't a war of glory, but a duel of knowledge. A test of the limits of our strength, to understand that in the arena, you don't just win the podium... you also gain wisdom.

And so, the arena fell silent.

The banners, stained with dust and sweat, waved across a field where there were no absolute victors nor defeated vanquished, but warriors who faced each other with respect.

The battle came to an end as agreed. Three allies, each with their own story, their own steel, and their own pride, left the arena untouched, not out of weakness, but because of an agreement stronger than any spear: the pact of honor.

For that night, they did not fight for crowns or eternal glory. They fought to understand the strength of their comrade, to illuminate weaknesses and celebrate virtues.

It was a clash between friends, forged not to destroy, but to grow.

Epilogue

In time, the sands of the kingdom were once again covered in dust, concealing the traces of that singular night. However, in the halls where history is whispered by the fireside, that arena will be remembered not for the gleam of a victor, but for the wisdom it left behind.

The three leaders returned to their respective strongholds, wiser, more cautious, more united. And although war would continue to knock at their doors, that night sealed an undeniable truth:

In times of peace, friends sharpen their swords against each other.

But when war calls, those same comrades will fight together… and their strength will know no bounds.