Jonathan (Lord of the Seven Seas)'s Journal
The sand within the ancient scorpion-shaped palace began to tremble. The walls cracked. Symbols lit up with glowing orange veins, and a hidden army emerged—cloaked in golden armor, scorpion-shaped shields in hand, and curved desert blades drawn.
Scorpion of Desert: (smirking with menace)Now… our army will rise.And it will crush you beneath the sands!
From every corner of the palace, scorpion warriors slithered forward—silent, precise, deadly. The air became thick with desert magic. But the heroes didn't flinch.
Evilness of Netherware: (stepping forward, eyes glowing)Then so be it...In the name of the Seven Seas,I call upon the binding spell of erosion.
(pauses, raising hands)
Now... slowly…Your powers will begin to fade,just like stone turns to dust.
Desert Storm and Scorpion of Desert exchanged glances—something had shifted. Their soldiers slowed. Their blades trembled in the air.
Scorpion of Desert: (yelling)No matter what curse you cast—Our army will still defeat you!
Lebewligs: (calmly, drawing his blade)Okay.Let's test that theory.
[FIGHTING BEGINS]
Clashes echoed through the palace. Fire bursts, sand strikes, and magic bolts flashed like lightning across the golden halls. The floor shook. The ceiling cracked. The power of the desert met the strength of the seas.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (laughing mid-battle)Look around you, Scorpion!Even your elite warriors are falling!
Celebrass: (summoning energy)The desert chose the wrong heroes to challenge!
Black Ocean:Their weapons are melting in our power. This is too easy!
One by one, the scorpion army began turning to sand… blown away by the very wind that once protected them.
The battle was not over, but the tide had clearly turned.