~ Invasion NO REAL vs Legion Demon - The kingdom will remember kingdom 111 ~

📖 Prologue - A silent tension

Kingdom 111 had always been a turbulent territory. For several weeks, the military maps had shown invisible lines between the major powers. Two alliances had now emerged, each with diametrically opposed visions of war.

On one side, the alliance: the RRH. A discreet, measured, patient alliance, where RRH veterans had learned a lesson: not to seek immediate chaos, but the slow erosion of the enemy command. Observe, count, then strike. Methodically, surgically. While the infantry of a ground army can often seem the heaviest instrument and even the main burden of war, the RRH was able to display respectable strength, with compact formations, allowing them to absorb the impact before counter-attacking.

On the other side, there was also the FoX alliance, more aggressive, more conspicuous, more vocal. More capable, then, of flexing its muscles, of extending its arms in the ebb and flow of international relations. The FoX fortresses were acclaimed, more numerous, and, let's say, more generous, but sometimes a little too ambitious, a little too self-assured in their very generosity, where certainties often go hand in hand with the flaws that make it surprising to see them crumble as if they had never fallen before.

Between the two alliances, dare we say that tension was ever-present. No treaty to govern trade, no real declaration. A map where the eyes of generals met, where armies moved, and the silence that always precedes storms.

While not a flamboyant name steeped in history and provocation, the attire of NO REAL members is dark and discreet; within the closed circles of RRH, it inspires a quiet respect. Particularly effective for infantry, they possess the art of engaging the enemy in hand-to-hand combat where discipline, rigor, and instinctive solidarity guarantee survival.

Their formations advance slowly, but never retreat, entrenched behind their shields. In close contact with their terrifying, tightly bound blades, they form a living, ever-present wall, stopping time as the bodies move, crushing the enemy with each passing moment. NO REAL never reactively attacks. NO REAL's attacks are prepared, measured, designed to sow doubt before the impact even occurs, to make the opponent change their mind.

Knowing FoX's mindset, Legion Demon was the perfect representative of its displayed power, its massive armies, and its nonchalant attitude towards authority. Its fortified lands, its numerous troops, and its influence extended far across Kingdom 111.

Legion Demon had never been targeted, especially not by such a highly anticipated infantry player. For FoX, the stakes were hardly worth the effort, perceived as insignificant and falsely negligible. A mistake that proved costly.

⚔️ First Attack - The Awakening of Shadows

The scouts were the first to sense the change. Unusual, orderly movements, too perfect to be accidental. Night had barely fallen on Legion Demon's lands when NO REAL's army began its march.

The attack began not with the clash of battle, but with a silence heavy with tension. The first infantry lines advanced slowly under cover of defensive fire. The walls held, but with each passing minute, the tide turned in favor of the attackers. The defenders, panicked, began to lose their composure.

When the battle truly began, it was extremely brutal. The plains and the narratives succumbed, shattered under the relentless onslaught. The losses mounted far faster than anticipated. Initial confidence gave way to incomprehension.

NO REAL Victory 18M vs. Legion Demon 205M

When the dust settled, the battlefield was unrecognizable. FoX banners lay torn and mangled on the ground. NO REAL had struck hard, but had also taken a serious risk. This war would not be short. Nor would it be favorable.

⚔️Second Attack - Trembling Foundations

Legion Demon attempted to regroup quickly, but the fortress, though battered, still held. Reinforcements were arriving in droves, and the idea of ​​returning to the attack was taking hold.

The first assault had passed in deathly silence, giving NO REAL time to resume its attack before the wounds had healed. The men of Legion Demon were now more than prepared… or so they thought.

The clashes were even more chaotic. Shouts drowned out the clanging of metal; lines held and then broke. NO REAL shifted its strategy at every opportunity, exploiting the slightest weakness and the smallest delay in the enemy's execution.

NO REAL Victory 14M vs. 164M for Legion Demon

This defeat had shattered FoX's morale. The numbers spoke for themselves. It was no longer a single raid, but a methodical campaign of destruction.

⚔️Third Attack - Doubt Sets in

After two defeats, a disintegration had crept into Legion Demon. Not visible on the battle wall, not visible on the map patches that could be observed, but very real nonetheless. The troops remained in position, yet the silence in the ranks had become heavy, almost oppressive. Orders arrived late, sometimes contradictory. Confidence had turned into tense anticipation.

NO REAL's third attack unfolded silently. The RRH scouts had spotted the weaknesses: missing rotations, poorly withdrawn units, defenses built more on autopilot than conviction. The infantry advanced along the front, massed and ready for every clash. Each step weighed a little more on the already weakened morale of the men in position.

And the battle was fierce. The Legion Demon lines tried to hold, but they broke under the relentless pressure. The fighters battled, of course, but in a chaotic flurry, with no hope of saving the Capitol. Their resistance was too weakened, their fatigue too evident in every heavy movement, every hesitant decision.

NO REAL Victory 6M vs. 115M for Legion Demon

Once the battle was over, only broken ranks and bewildered faces remained. This third defeat wasn't simply a matter of inevitably diminished power. The defeat instilled an irreversible, overwhelming doubt in the minds of Legion Demon and its alliance.

⚔️Fourth Attack - The End of an Era

The final assault was unlike any before. No more illusions, no more hope of rescue. Legion Demon's lands had been ravaged by war, to the point that every soldier knew the coming battle would be decisive. The stronghold still held, but it no longer inspired the confidence it once had. It was merely a refuge, not protection.

NO REAL advanced with chilling detachment. The RRH infantry troops deployed methodically, as if each move had been rehearsed dozens of times. No haste, no excesses. Just the certainty of being at their limit. The first close-quarters combats were very tough, but short. Resistance soon crumbled.

Inside, chaos reigned. The last Legion Demon units were desperately trying to defend what they could, but cohesion had vanished. Each loss brought the inevitable closer. NO REAL's troops advanced unstoppably, crushing any possibility of a counter-offensive.

NO REAL Wins 1M vs. 117M for Legion Demon

Legion Demon Loses Its Lord

The lord's fall definitively sealed the fate of this campaign. The ensuing silence was more deafening than any battle. It was not merely a defeat. It was the end of a reign, and the symbol of a domination shattered by rigor and patience.

📜Conclusion - When Patience Becomes a Weapon

Following the return of calm to the ravaged lands of the kingdom, nothing remained of what had once been the pride of Legion Demon. The walls still stood, yet they were now nothing more than silent stones, devoid of meaning. The numbers conveyed a certain brutality; not, however, to the point of allowing one to appreciate defeat before it transformed into a terrible reality. This additional conflict proved devastating, sinister, and disastrous; He destroyed not only armies, but also anything that could constitute certainty.

NO REAL, by far, had always shunned exhibitionism and immediate glory. His offensive adhered to an implacable regularity, striking where it would hurt, giving the enemy just enough time to understand… never enough to recover. Each assault launched on a Legion Demon reference point further reduced the space, the stamina, and the will of an army that, ultimately, could no longer, or could no longer, resist sufficiently.

For RRH, this victory was more than a strategic advantage; it truly confirmed a philosophy of warfare governed by the slogan of patience, discipline, and mastery of time in a war where victory was won before the enemy even realized it.

For FoX, the loss was heavy, symbolic, lasting and the fall of the lord a turning point from the indifference previously expressedly assumed to these events concerning affectively "timeless" powers, the lesson of this war could already be violent: no fortress is eternal, no power is safe, provided however that one admits the determination of war and of the adversary.

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