EP 8 - THE SOLARIS KINGOM

EPISODE 8 - The Solaris Kingdom

The demons looked at Master in surprise.

Master: (confident) “Should we be able to break the wall now?”

Demons: (laughing) “Yes, maybe.”

Master: (chuckles, snapping his right hand) “…Good.”

A strange rush moved through his body, like blood shifting. Instantly, the soldiers returned to normal. But this time, their eyes no longer feared Master. They realized the truth—it was not Master who was evil, but the king himself.

The sun set and campfires lit the night. Soldiers waited patiently for food. The Queen of Nature appeared, carrying heaps of meat and fruits. Soldiers instinctively grabbed their weapons.

Joy: (commanding) “Sit down. She is an ally.”

They hesitated, but then watched in awe as the food multiplied each time they finished eating. Realization struck.

Soldiers: (bowing) “The Queen of Nature…”

By the fire, the commander sat beside Master and the demons.

Commander: (serious) “Master, we will not be able to defeat or invade any other country. Solaris Kingdom is the weakest in the world. We don’t even have magic casters.”

Master thought intensely, then suddenly shouted.

Master: “Where are the wolves?!”

Rage: (calmly) “They went hunting.”

Master: (curious) “…I want to see how they hunt.”

The wolves scattered across the forest, working in flawless unity. They hunted enormous deer—car-sized, yet still smaller than the wolves. At their leader’s signal, they leapt from the bushes together, striking down about 100 deer, sparing only the fawns.

Back at the camp, Rage looked at the commander.

Rage: “We will make Solaris a better place.”

Master: (shaking his head) “No. We will not rule this country.”

Everyone froze in shock.

Master: (loudly) “Okay guys, go to sleep.”

He climbed into a giant eagle’s nest, hidden among branches. The eagle, massive, with eggs beside it, allowed him to rest. Forest eagles were known for hospitality, guiding travelers and helping them survive.

Dawn came. Light scattered through the branches, gleaming on the eggs. One of them shifted. Out of instinct, Master placed his hand on them. A strange blue energy flowed into all three. The mother eagle flew away to hunt, knowing the eggs would hatch within a day.

Master: (calling out) “Rage! Pity! Joy! Come here!”

The three demons peered into the nest.

Master: “What’s this?”

Demons: (panicked) “Master! How long have you been doing this?!”

Master: (sheepish) “Uh… two, maybe three minutes.”

Joy: (alarmed) “Master, remove your hands—now!”

Master quickly pulled away.

Rage: “You’ve given them tremendous power. Your aura’s still intact, but if you’d continued longer…”

Pity: “Those chicks could have become a nation-level disaster.”

Master: (scratching his head, apologetic) “Hehe… I just wanted to thank them for their hospitality.”

A loud shout broke the calm.

Commander: “WE ARE MOVING FORWARD!”

Soldiers stood at once. Master and the demons rose with them. The great army of 35,000 soldiers, joined by the royal wolves, marched toward the Holy Wall. Each step made the earth tremble.

High on a nearby mountain, the strange man watched.

Strange Man: (smirking) “You’re pretty talented, kid… well done.”

Then he bent his knees, sprinted the opposite way, and leapt. The mountain collapsed in two. Soldiers gasped.

Random Soldier: “I think… it was a meteor!”

Commander: (furious) “Shut up, fool!”

Rage: “Master!”

Master: (serious, steady) “I know what it is. Keep moving.”

He clenched his fist, remembering the man’s crushing grip—the moment his hand lost all coordination.

The army advanced until a massive green hemisphere appeared before them.

Love: (eyes wide) “Wow… what a sight. I love this scenery.”

Pity: “I should try finding the edge of it.”

Rage: “We need a plan to break the wall.”

Joy: (grinning, darting around) “Hahaha! New record!” He patted soldiers as he ran by, brimming with energy.

Master ordered the camp set. The soldiers organized: 30% cutting trees, 30% helping the Queen of Nature plant new ones, 20% guarding and gathering food, 20% resting as backup. Master, the demons, and the commanders gathered, strategizing how to break the wall.

In the castle of Solaris, a 17-year-old princess kicked a poor servant across the floor. A 14-year-old prince trained in the gardens. The eldest prince, 21, lay ill in bed, swollen from disease and obesity, with twenty doctors fussing around him. In the garden, the masked swordsman taught the young prince. Facing the prince and eight soldiers, he wielded only a wooden sword. His hands were tied behind his back, yet none could land a blow or even scratch his wooden blade.

Meanwhile, in the capital, merchants traded, children played, life seemed happy—until palace soldiers stormed the streets, force-recruiting civilians. Fear and panic spread.

Back in the palace, the king watched the masked swordsman’s fight through a window. His voice cracked.

King: (whispering, tears in his eyes) “Bye-bye, kingdom… we’ve lost.”

A tear fell to the floor. The queen entered behind him.

Queen: (coldly) “We should leave as soon as possible… and kill all the civilians, so they cannot profit from our country.”

King: (snapping, furious) “Shut UP! You’ve turned my kingdom into hell!”

The 14-year-old prince smirked faintly, continuing his training. The king finally realized—the queen had misled him all along.

And as the great army of Solaris camped near the wall, Master clenched his fist, loading a punch.