Jonathan(Lord of Seven Seas)'s Journal
The air crackled with tension as the two opposing sides faced each other under the strange sky of the Sea of Erea. The winds howled around them, but the heroes stood firm.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (firmly) Hey, Wind Storm—neither you nor your guards can defeat us. We've already defeated Scelevar and his army of shadows!
The two captains exchanged shocked glances.
Wind Hound Captain: (stunned) What? Scelevar?
Wind Storm: (eyes narrowing) What? Did you say... Scelevar?
Black Ocean: (stepping forward) Yes. We defeated Scelevar.
For a moment, Wind Storm's expression shifted—half disbelief, half curiosity.
Wind Storm: (gruffly) But... he was the Last Guardian. I am the First Guardian—the guardian of the Sea of Erea.
The winds picked up, swirling faster around them. The moment for diplomacy was gone.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (commanding) Celebrass! Give me the Eye of Erea—now!
Before Celebrass could move, the captains raised their arms, shouting commands.
Electric Hound Captain: (roaring) Army—ATTACK!
Wind Hound Captain: (joining in) Army—ATTACK!
Lord of the Seven Seas: (drawing his blade) Our army—ATTACK!
The battlefield exploded into chaos. Lightning cracked. Winds roared. The armies clashed—steel against magic, power against power.
[Fierce fighting erupts all around them—shouts, clashing weapons, and magic bursts fill the air]
The battle for the Palace of Erea had truly begun.