The enemy army, fueled by dark magic and a lust for destruction, rampaged through the city, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Buildings burned, their wooden beams crackling like firewood in a furnace. The streets ran red with the blood of the fallen, the cries of the wounded echoing through the air like a chorus of the damned.

The kingdom's defenders, vastly outnumbered and outmatched, fought valiantly but were slowly being pushed back. Their lines wavered, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that they might not survive the day.

In the midst of the chaos, 8 figures figure emerged, the warrior of great renown with a sword shining like a star in the darkness. Akshara commander , the kingdom's greatest hope, fought with a ferocity that inspired his comrades and struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.

But even Akshara's. Commander valiant efforts couldn't stem the tide of destruction. The enemy army seemed endless, their numbers pouring in like a dark tide that threatened to engulf the kingdom whole.

Just when all seemed lost, a desperate the ninthcommander burst onto the scene, his eyes wide with fear and his face etched with worry. "The kingdom is under attack!" he cried, his voice trembling with urgency. "The enemy army has breached our defenses and is pouring into the city!"

And with that, the akshara leaved in his face set in a determined grimace as he charged into battle alongside his commander with frustration and anger ...

Who could have thought As we stood together, Akshara's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a desire that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment. But our moment of passion will be short-lived, as a desperate soldier burst onto the scene, his eyes wide with fear and his face etched with worry.

"The kingdom is under attack!" he cried, his voice trembling with urgency. "The enemy army has breached our defenses and is pouring into the city!"

Akshara's rage was instantaneous, his face contorting with anger and his fists clenched at his sides. He charged into battle alongside his commander, their swords drawn and their eyes blazing with determination.

I followed close behind, my heart racing with anticipation and my senses on high alert. We arrived at the kingdom, the devastation evident in the ruins that lay before us. The once-majestic structures were now nothing more than smoldering rubble, the surrounding area of the castle the only remaining stronghold.

Akshara unleashed his aura, a powerful blast of energy that sent the enemy army stumbling backward. But I was consumed by confusion and fear, my mind reeling with questions. Why were there only 8 kings, where was the 9th? And what was the significance of the silver sword with a purple hue that had suddenly appeared, piercing my stomach like a dagger?

As we entered the war, the chaos was overwhelming. Swords clashed, spells exploded, and the sound of steel on steel echoed through the air like a never-ending storm. Akshara fought valiantly, his sword slicing through the enemy army with deadly precision. But the kings were relentless, their attacks coming from all sides like a tidal wave of steel and magic.

I watched in horror, my vision blurring, as Akshara's defenses began to crumble. The king who had attacked me earlier struck Akshara with a critical hit, sending him crashing to the ground like a fallen giant. The enemy army surged forward, their weapons raised for the final blow.

My vision began to darken, a sense of fear taking over me like a shroud. 'What is happening to me?' I thought, my mind racing with panic. 'Am I going to die again?' Why wasn't I reincarnated in this body? Questions raced through my mind like a whirlpool, but I didn't have time to find the answers. My consciousness left me, pulled into the abyss of nothingness like a leaf on a windless day.

As I fell, I saw Akshara's face, his eyes filled with determination and love. I saw the kingdoms, their armies clashing in a frenzy of steel and magic. And I saw the silver sword, its purple hue glowing with an otherworldly energy like a beacon in the darkness.

My senses dissolved, my consciousness unraveling like threads being pulled from a tapestry. Then everything became empty, a vast and endless void that consumed me whole like a hungry abyss. I was gone, lost in the nothingness, my fate unknown and my future uncertain.

And also a regret that i didn't early understand who is wrong aksahra or the kingdoms but now there is nothing as how could they be good if they were why they would attack k Aysha earlier and I don't understand why I take this descision