Caster 2: "Hahaha, where your war is your game."
Caster 1: "So it's time?"
Caster 2: "Yup...and I know you wanna scream it out loud."
Caster 1: "IT'S WAR OF THE WORLD!!!!"
Caster 2: "That's right! And why? Because today, we will witness two teams, from two infamous family, two rivalries, Valirion and Jashash!"
Caster 1: "Hey do you wanna here this story?"
Caster 2: "I'm intrigued though. You're the one who is always wanna break some stories and all, hahaha."
Caster 1: " Why not bruh, HAHAHA. Because both of Yarh's have their history. They used together under the notorious team Rose. And after the incidents of Mya, that we don't know what happened, maybe that's a reasons why AyLex and Gholsha Holfen from Crimson Crown left."
Caster 2: "Wait, Gholsha used to be in there too?"
Caster 1: "Yeah, like come on! How they got our Hosh princess, Hennah in the first place?!"
Caster 2: "Oh and also I heard Mingwara Jifu also used to be in there too, right?"
Caster 1: "Yeeeee, good catch, me friend. Yes, Ming, Hennah used to be in Rose, now called as Valirion as we knew today. Anyways, 17 minutes ahead for the battle begins. I'm so excited to see how the bloodbath will be in Geil Arena, Tala, Jarta!"
Caster 2: "Haha, yeah me too. And for you, we will be back as the game has begun!"
At the lift, one dwarve stands there with Valirion as he guide them to the arena. "You know what would you gonna do from the end of the battle," he said.
Myke stays silent, Ying tries to remember her moves, Ming inspects her rifle to make sure she didn't missed a thing. And as for Jug and Hennah, as usual... 'planning'.
"I'm gonna make you fly and..."
"NO! THIS IS GEIL. NOT HOSH!!" Jug intercept her words.
"But..."
"NO!" Valirion said.
The dwarve shocked about one voice. "Well that's something." he muttered.
"Ying," Myke breaks the silence. "Focus on my lead,"
"I will," she replied, yet still hesitate.
As they arrived above, they approach the light, and the brightness breaks with a crowds applausing, encouraging horns with waving banners. Ying felt awe as she saw it. "ARE YOU READY, GEIL!!" the announcer yelled and the crowds cheers more, with light deafening.
"On the Shyak Hyshen! Valirion!!" They cheered loudly.
"On the Sheilsh Hyshen!! Jashash!!" and it's getting louder.
"Not too tight...not too loose...balance it...balance it..." Ying repeatedly saying it.
"Ming, Jug, to the lower lane, Ying, on me, and Hennah..." Myke said before Hennah inteferes.
"YEAH YEAH...FARMING~" She said sarcastically.
"WELCOME TO GEIL ARENA!! WAR OF THE WORLDS!!" The announcer energetically yelled and the horn sounds and the game begins.
Ming hopped on Jug's back, and they dashed to their lane. Hennah wandered off into the forest. Myke and Ying rushed toward top lane. "Myke? Who will I face off?" Ying asked mid-run.
"Kana."
"WHAT?!" she gasped—then Myke suddenly veered into the jungle.
“THE ONE WHO’S HAVING SEX WITH AYLEX?!” she shouted.
"That's right, vermin," a voice purred.
Kana emerged from the brush, body barely covered—tattoos sprawled across her exposed skin, each marking a body she'd slept with. She giggled darkly. "And you must be Yingli F. Hesky. More like—Yingli Fuck Toy Hesky."
Ying froze.
But only for a second— Kana lunged in with her Mantis Mating style, twin blades slicing. Ying managed to parry just in time.
Steel clashed with steel— Feints, swipes, counters. Kana danced with chaos, and Ying read each move, catching every false strike with clean parries.
The crowd—mostly men—roared.
"Ugh... they’re chanting my name," Kana moaned. "It’s making me wet."
She spun faster, more erratic, her movements unpredictable—her pressure relentless. Ying stumbled back, holding her spear one-handed, swirling it as best she could.
She tried to center herself—breathe—stay balanced.
Kana’s brutality left her no space.
"Slow down! SLOW DOWN!!" Ying cried.
Kana only laughed louder—turning Ying’s desperation into her weapon.
"M-M-MING!!!" Ying shouted.
From afar—a bullet ripped through Kana’s neck.
She dropped instantly.
Ying gasped, chest heaving. "Fuck..."
But then—Kana stirred.
“VERMIN!!” she screamed, rising. “WE’RE NOT FINISHED YET!!”
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Ying turned. Kana regenerated mid-lunge—already closing in. Ying reacted fast—split into a glitching clone, ducked, and reset her stance. Kana slaughtered the fake. She spun—aiming for Ying.
Ying panicked—but thrust her spear forward with full force. Kana stopped. Wide-eyed. The spearhead sank into her chest. “That’s… unexpected…” Kana whispered, breath fading.
“MING!!” Ying yelled again.
Another bullet.
Straight through Kana’s skull.
Her body slumped. Dead.
Meanwhile, Ming, having already made her shot, focused on the creeps with Jug. "Yo, Ming?" Jug asked. "Speak," she replied, keeping her eyes on the shadows behind him. "Do you think Myke will forgive himself?" "No words from me unless it's necessary." "But what if—" "Focus." Ming ended the conversation immediately.
Suddenly, a dark force appeared—erasing Jug from the land. Ming dropped to the ground as Dhark emerged, preparing to cast a flame curse.
Ming shot at his head, but the bullets passed clean through his shadowed form. "Shit..." she muttered.
Myke dove in, grabbing her out of Dhark’s attack range. "Ming..." he said calmly. "Get out of my way!" she snapped, continuing to fire—still no damage. Her bullets were meaningless.
Dhark raised his hand, flames curling toward them.
But suddenly—
A savage kick landed straight into his groin. Hennah had arrived. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FAT PIGEON?!" she screamed, rage boiling over as she kicked him again.
"Hennah..." Myke whispered.
"SHALA FAHLA SHOO!" she shouted. A massive burst of flame ignited, engulfing Dhark. The void howled in agony, its scream deafening before it began to fade.
But Hennah kept casting, her fury years in the making.
"HENNAH!" Ming shouted. She froze.
"He's dead."
"I don’t think so, lieutenant!" Hennah yelled, trembling.
"Hennah... focus... breathe—" "I... can’t... THIS BASTARD—"
Her vision glitched. Darkness flooded her eyes. "AAARRRGHH!! FUCK YOU, DHARK! YOU IMBECILE!!"
Then—silence.
Sonnie's claw sliced through her neck like paper. Her head dropped. Her body fell.
"Too much talking, huh?" Sonnie chuckled. "That being said… an opportunity," he grinned, blades dripping.
"MING!" Myke shouted. "He moves too much!" she called out, scanning.
"COME AND GET ME!" Sonnie roared.
Then, something huge crashed from the sky— Jug.
He landed with a quake. Sonnie barely dodged.
"Big guy! AHAHAHAHA!" Sonnie laughed.
Jug grabbed a tree branch thicker than most human torsos. He lunged.
No one expected him to move that fast. Not even Sonnie.
Jug swung like ten hammers crashing at once. Sonnie evaded, but still reeled in disbelief.
"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU THIS FAST WITH THAT WEIGHT?!"
"He catches millions of flies a day," Ming said calmly in the middle of the fight.
"WHAT?!"
"COME HERE, YOU FUCKING PEST!" Jug roared.
Sonnie blurred—lightning-fast. But Jug caught up.
"Ming?!" Myke called out in desperation.
"I'm busy..." she replied coldly.
She watched. She calculated. Then—perfect shot.
Right through Sonnie’s skull.
As Sonnie’s body staggered, Jug raised the tree and smashed it down, crushing him into a splatter of blood and bone.
Jug stood still for a moment, breathing heavily.
"And there’s no pest," he muttered, smiling with calm satisfaction.
"I... see," Myke said quietly.
As Grug wandered through the outer field, farming souls, he suddenly collided with Ying—both crashing to the ground.
“Ying!” Grug exclaimed.
“Grug?! Why are you—”
“Ying, listen! You need to come back with us! Valirion isn’t your place!” he pleaded.
Ying stood up slowly, her hand tightening around her spear. Her stance shifted—not for defense… but challenge.
“No.”
“Ying, please. I’m not gonna fight you,” he said, lowering his hammer. “You’re my friend. We’ve known each other for years.”
“Yeah? Guess what?” she snapped. “You never stopped me from joining Valirion in the first place.”
Then she lunged.
Grug gasped and dodged, watching her spear blur in motion.
“Wait—HEY! Hold on! I’m sorry! I never meant to treat you like that in the old team!”
“You should’ve!” Ying shouted. “YOU were the one who always held me back!”
“Please, just listen to me!”
She didn’t.
“I LOVE YOU!!”
Everything stopped.
Ying froze mid-motion.
The words clung to the air.
Grug smiled—hopeful. Vulnerable.
Then, Ying’s spear had already moved. Grug’s head slid from his shoulders. His body dropped. Ying stared in horror. Trembling. Her legs buckled beneath her.
“What…” she gasped. “What… what… what WHAT?!”
She screamed. Loud, raw. Knees crashing to the ground.
Tears burst from her eyes.
Then—silence.
Sonnie’s claw swept across her neck.
Her head rolled.
She didn’t even see it coming.
Her body collapsed beside Grug’s, and Dhark's black flame erupted—burning her corpse to ash.
Her head remained intact, tears frozen in her glassy eyes. A face caught mid-scream… staring into nothing.
As if she saw herself burning.
At the Shyak Hyshen, Ying respawned.
She appeared with her face heavy in sorrow, the grief still fresh—too fresh. She crawled toward the edge of the platform, curled up in silence, and let the tears fall again.
“Why…” she whispered, voice cracking.
Moments later, Hennah respawned too. Just as she prepared to charge back into battle, she spotted Ying, huddled at the edge of the Hyshen.
“YING!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?!” Hennah shouted.
“Too… much… too muc—” Ying stammered, unable to finish.
Without hesitation, Hennah grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up.
“I DON’T WANNA GO BACK THERE!!” Ying screamed, breaking down.
SLAP.
Hennah struck her.
“HEY! Red hair! Stop crying!”
SLAP.
Again.
“HEY! I SAID STOP CRYING!!”
She kept slapping until Ying went silent, stunned.
Then Hennah leaned in, her tone twisted with both fury and love. “Listen here, pussycat. No time for tears.”
“But—”
“NO BUTS!”
“But I—”
“HEY, LISTENED HERE, BITCH!” Hennah yelled, grabbing both her shoulders.
“The more tears you drop, the more you’ll ruin that beautiful face of yours! You wanna be strong?! Then ACT like it!”
Ying trembled.
“Now get your shit together and BE THE WOMAN MING SEES IN YOU! BE VALIRION! BE WHO YOU CHOSE TO BE!”
With a final slap on the back, Hennah sprinted off, cackling like the feral goddess she was.
Ying stood there… shaking.
Then, slowly, she wiped her face. Her hands found her spear again. Her fingers trembled.
She forced herself to walk—limping forward. Step by step. Her heart still breaking.
“Fight… fight, Ying…” she whispered.
And then—
“Protect my Blossoms, my little cinders…”
The voice echoed. Soft. Familiar.
Ying gasped.
Tears threatened to return—but she gritted her teeth. She screamed, fueled by love and death.
“FIGHT!!! I MUST FIGHT!!!”
And she charged back into war.