Glorious Battle - THE CHRONICLES OF SHADOW

⚔️ THE CHRONICLES OF SHADOW ⚔️

A Tale of Blood, Glory, Sacrifice, and Brotherhood Against Tempest and Longreach

Prologue – The Call to Arms

When the war horns howled over the cold lands of GoTWiC, three banners rose in defiance.

Tempest Faction the Iron Riders of the East;

Longreach Faction the Stormbringers of the South;

And from the Shadows of the North-East, our Faction emerged, silent but relentless, bound by no one name but echoed throughout the land Shadow Faction

No Kings or Queens commanded us. No gods blessed us. What we did have was eachother. Bound in purpose and driven by discipline and the hunger to claim GLORY

And so it begins Glorious Battle is here

Day I – The Dawn of War

The ground bled red across the lands as the Shadow Faction marched. Armor gleaming under the torchlight, and the scent of oil and rain thickening the air, the ground trembled beneath marching boots.

Then it happened Shadow Faction stuck fast, silent blades cutting through NPC garrisons like smoke through flame. Two… three buildings fell before the sun could rise. their walls shattered by the sheer weight of our will.

The night burned with firelight and fury. But victory was not without sacrifice. For every city taken, a brother’s name was whispered into the dust, a sister’s sword lay broken beside her.

But even in triumph, discipline held firm. “Once you hit the building, recall,” came the call not out of fear, but fairness. Every soldier deserved their share of glory. Every warrior’s march mattered. When the smoke cleared, the first banners of Shadow flew high. a vow was made in blood and shadow alike:

“We are strong… but our enemies are too. Stay sharp. Fight smart. And let this be a Glorious Battle to remember.”

That night, beneath burning skies, we did not sleep. We prepared for tomorrow, the real war would begin.

Day II – The Shadow Gates

The war plan was simple the Gates must fall and become Shadow Factions. At dawn, the Shadow Gates loomed ahead ancient and unyielding, guardians of the frontier.

The battlefield roared to life clashing beneath a blood-red sky. Arrows slicing through the air, siege weapons cracking the walls. NPC guards fell one after another as our forces surged like a tide of vengeance.

Gate -1 fell first, then Gate -2. Each capture came with a price men buried beneath rubble, women clutching shattered blades, but never surrendering. When the dust cleared, both gates bore our mark. The Shadow’s emblem.

We did not recall, We could not. This was a race and every second mattered. A promise to every soul that fought that we would hold, no matter the storm that followed.

The earth was littered with wreckage and blood, the scent of burning wood thick in the air. Our warriors battered but unbroken, We pushed onwards toward the Fortresses and Depots, eyes burning with purpose.

There would be no sleep that night, only the sound of hammers reforging what the battle had broke. Behind the front lines, carts rumbled 50 million in resources sent to our Military Cities.

Every hand gave what it could. Every heart knew the price. And when the sun set that night, the Shadow Faction stood victorious tired, bleeding, but more united than ever.

Day III – The Builders of War

There are wars won by swords and wars won by those who build.

The third day belonged to the latter. 

The clang of hammers replaced the clash of swords. While others sharpened their steel, soldiers of Shadow became builders, smiths, and dreamers of war. Forges glowed red with purpose, resources flowed like veins through our cities.

Leaders posted builds and every man, woman, and child of Shadow answered. Tempest’s scouts watched. Longreach waited. But we were already stronger than they could see.

Because for Shadow, unity was the sharpest weapon of all.

Once more, we faced NPCs a test not of strength, but endurance. We struck, then recalled. The plan was perfect: everyone had their chance to fight, to earn, to belong.

Three buildings fell that day. Fifty soldiers in each held the line while others regrouped. The air shimmered with heat and hope.

It was not a glorious battle of fire and fury it was something greater: the quiet proof that unity itself was a weapon. Shadow was becoming something the world could not understand and would never forget. 

Day IV – The First Battles of Many

Tempest struck first. Peace shattering when Tempest came for Fortress -2.

It was their prime hour the moment the storm was strongest but Shadow stood ready. Their armies came howling with the dawn, a storm of steel and thunder.

But fighting in our weakest hour held the fortress walls like a mountain holds back the sea.

“Send at least one march! Every troop counts!”

The calls rang through the ranks. And they came — farmers, warriors, even cousins and children borrowed from distant Shadow lands — all answering the same cry:

“Hold the line!”

The fortress shook beneath the weight of the assault. Arrows fell like rain, walls splintered, and the sky burned orange as oil fires turned night to day.

Our defenders bled at the walls, their armor cracked, their voices hoarse from shouting. Yet we did not yield.

Every soldier, every scout, every unseen fighter gave everything they had. When our gates nearly broke, reinforcements surged through, their banners tattered but unbroken. Even those too weary to fight stood in the breaches with shields raised and eyes blazing.

When dawn came Tempest's fury and storm was spent Fortress -2 still stood.

But victory came with heartbreak for many would not rise again. Their names were written into the fortress stones, so their spirits could guard it forevermore.

That night, the fires burned high, not in celebration, but remembrance.

But before the smoke cleared, word came: Longreach was on the move Shadow was fighting in our lands somewhere else.

We shifted, fast as wolves from defense to offense.

"do not swap setups! No time" came LeViAtHaN's order “Hold steady. For Shadow. For Glory.”

And so we did. Against fire and chaos, we stood unyielding. The walls of Fortress -2 and Longreach Gate -2 were dark with ash and torn to shreds but our banner still flew.

Day V – Blood and Iron Against Factions

At reset, the world trembled. The time for preparation was over the time for true conquest had come.

We raced for the Glory Gate, clashing with NPC hordes. Then came the wars for the Military Cities and Merchants.

Finally our eyes turned on Longreach, steel met steel at the M. Merchant where Longreach's forces made their stand.

The clash was brutal lines shattered, formations bled. But Shadow’s resolve was forged in deeper fires.

We broke them. We took back what they had claimed and pressed forward.

Tempest was up next a duel at their M. Merchant where the sky burned crimson and every soldier’s heart beat to the same rhythm: Victory or Death.

Desperate and furious, but Shadow Faction struck back harder we burned their banners to ash.

Our enemies were broken. But so were we in body not spirit.

At the fortresses, our leaders called for the last reserves:

“If you can send five marches, do it now. The whitelists are open. Every name counts.”

Everyone obeyed. Because by then, we no longer fought for glory alone we fought for each other.

When the sun set, the battlefield was quiet a crimson sea of victory and loss.

Day VI - The Storm and The Glory City

Two wars in one day Tempest’s pride burned like the sun.

We defended L. Military -1 at dawn, then turned and struck L. Merchant -1 before the blood on our swords could dry.

The Shadow Faction fought like no other precise, disciplined, devastating. Tempest learned the cost of underestimating us. 

But every Glorious Battle has its crown, and ours was the Glory City.

The heart and jewel of every Season's war and the Finals trial for those who had survived the storm.

As night fell the race began under a moon of fire. Shadow surged foreards, ranks flawless, hearts on fire. Longreach encircled from the east. But Shadow struck from within.

Our first ranks shattered the enemy lines, while our builders fortified behind them. Every recall, every march, every drop of sweat, The calls from leadership was perfection.

The coordination of hundreds, moving as one body one will. 

When the gates finally fell, the city burned with our colors, we had won. Shadow had taken the Glory City.

That victory broke something inside our enemies and awoke something far greater within us. 

"Amazing job everyone." LeViAtHaN said" “Both offenses victorious, our defense legendary. Keep up the incredible support. Keep sending RSS. We hold strong and we strike harder.” 

And so Shadow Faction did. 

Day VII - The Final Push on the Final Day

The final sunrise came over a land scarred and beautiful. bloodstained and weary. The fields were littered with broken siege towers and banners torn to rags.

But Shadow Faction was not done. Fortresses -3 and -5 opened first the ground still wet with the blood of those who’d fallen before. Every last soldier gave everything they had left.

Hands blistered, armor cracked, hearts heavy with the weight of six relentless days but none turned away.

Even as the strongest faltered, the weakest rose to take their place.

Later came the Merchants and Militaries, each one fought for with precision and heart.

Our leaders made one final decree: 

“If you are over Rank 50 in Eliminations, hold for 15 minutes. Let others earn their glory. This is not just for points it’s for fairness.” 

For Shadow was not built on greed it was built on honor. 

Even as chaos raged people overfilling buildings, others missing their Elims the call remained calm, resolute: 

“Don’t start drama. We tried. We did our best. What matters is we did it together.”

As the final war horn sounded, Shadow's banners rose once more higher than ever, unbroken, and unstoppable.

Shadow stood Victorious. No unscarred. But undefeated. 

Epilogue – The Words of the Fallen and that Remain

When the fires dimmed and smoke cleared, and the cries of battle faded. Silence fell across Shadow's realm.

From the ashes of war, the voices of leaders and soldiers alike rose not in triumph but gratitude.

Mrs FaTe spoke first her words soft carrying like a blessing across the ashes:

“To all our amazing leaders thank you for your hard work, your spirit, your heart. You didn’t just play; you made history.”

And then she turned to the one who led them through every hour of war  LeViAtHaN.

“For seven incredible days, you guided us through blood and flame. You didn’t just lead an army you built a family.”

Then came  LeViAtHaN, Shadow's commander, a leader not of crown but of conviction:

“When the calls to arms were made, you showed up. When we needed, you gave. This wasn’t just a war it was proof that unity, patience, and loyalty can forge victory from chaos. and you all earned it."

And the soldiers answered in kind:

“Best GB ever!” said RoBB.

“You made it fun, drama-free, and glorious,” cried Dark Crow.

“You led with humor, grace, and strength,” others echoed.

Speech rolled like thunder across every soldier:

“We didn’t just win Glorious Battle we earned it. Together.”

The banners were lowered that night not in defeat, but in reverence.

The fires burned long into the dawn, and the wind carried the only truth that mattered:

“We are Shadow. We bleed together. We rise together. And even in peace we stand ready for war.”

And so it was written. And so it will always be remembered.

Glory to the Shadow Faction.

For every blade that fell.

For every soul that rose.

For every heartbeat that fought in the dark so that we could stand in the light.

Glory to the Fallen.

Glory to the Living.

Glory to the Shadow Faction. ⚔️🔥

⚔️ Glory to us all.

And to the warriors who never quit. ⚔️

Written and Chronicled by LeViAtHaN, Commander of the Shadow Faction

🩸 “We bleed together. We rise together.” 🩸