EPISODE 9 – Clash at Solaris Palace

EPISODE 9 – Clash at Solaris Palace

Master stood at the front of his army, every soldier tense, knowing what they faced. Before him, two figures—standing tall despite knowing the risk—glared back. The silence was thick.

Master: “Do you even know what you’re doing?!”

The 14-year-old prince stepped forward, white cloak flowing, noble attire immaculate, yet his eyes burned with fire.

Prince: “This is my kingdom! I will do anything to protect it! Kill me if you want… scare me if you can… I will not retreat!”

The masked tutor moved as one, hand wide, tossing a wooden sword into the air. A real sword appeared in his grasp, sharp and gleaming.

Master’s eyes softened for a moment, whispering almost to himself:

Master: “What a waste of talent…”

Then his voice roared, cutting through the tension:

Master: “I DO NOT WANT TO KILL ANYONE! Stop forcing me!”

The prince drew his sword from thin air, mirroring the tutor. Their voices and steel rang through the city, stirring every soul.

Doors flew open. From every house, people emerged—crying, shaking, holding knives, hammers, tools. Mothers clutched children. Fathers held whatever they could. Fear, desperation, determination—they all converged.

Prince: “Wait… what are you all doing?!”

An old man stepped forward, wand appearing in his hand as if summoned by sheer will.

Old Man: “Kid… even when we’ve lost everything, you stood ready. You expect us to just watch you die? We are with you!”

He hurled a massive fireball at Master.

Master didn’t move. The fireball struck—not him, but the invisible barrier surrounding him, the same protective aura seen before.

A single tear rolled down the prince’s cheek, falling silently to the ground.

Old Man: (mocking) “Prince… afraid to fight? Hahaha!”

The villagers surged forward, shouting, rushing at Master’s army. The army froze. They could not strike their own families and friends.

The prince’s rage erupted. He leapt into the fight, sword swinging. The tutor chuckled under his mask, joining the prince.

Master froze for a heartbeat, memories crashing back.

Flashback – Master’s Past

He was just a boy, exhausted, outnumbered. He had taken down two opponents, but they were relentless. A powerful punch came toward his face—he was thrown back, his body slammed to the ground. His friends and seniors dove in, pushing him out of the way, taking blows meant for him. A girl’s voice called out:

Girl: “Are you… okay?”

Reality snapped back.

Commander: “Master! Master! What should we do?!”

Master: (roaring) “RETREAT! EVERYONE, RETREAT!”

The army and the wolves, alongside Commander and Pity, pulled back—but Master stayed.

Prince: “Hey! Don’t you want to fight?!”

Master’s body moved on instinct, defending, calculating. The tutor attacked. Master countered. Once fully aware, he engaged both fully, fluidly, effortlessly.

He slammed the tutor unconscious, then turned to the prince. Punch after punch—human strength amplified by aura. After several strikes, the prince fell, unconscious.

The villagers were captured, subdued, but not broken. Master stepped toward the palace garden, sensing something unusual. The prince’s will separated from his body, striking Master like a phantom force. It carried no weight, but it pressed, challenged, resisted.

Master felt his own heart beat—for the first time since arriving in this land.

Master: “RELIEF!”

Ten minutes passed. The prince opened his eyes, sitting atop the palace throne. A single letter rested in his hand:

“Contact me if you want help.”

Scene shifted. Master walked alongside Pity and Commander. The strange man appeared silently, clapping once.

Strange Man: “You are free to summon your demons.”

Glowing text appeared before Master:

2 OBJECTIVES CLEAR — LEVEL 100 REACHED

Master summoned his lost demons: Rage, Joy, Strength, and Love. They emerged, silent but alive, walking beside him across the plains. The wind stirred around them. The strange man vanished.

Love: “Master… tell me everything that happened after de-summoning us! I need to know!”

Joy: “Finally… fresh air.”

Strength: “Master… did you encounter a demon or human stronger than me? I want to train harder!”

Rage smiled quietly.

Master laughed—deep, unrestrained.

Master: “Alright… I’ll tell you everything. But first, we have a long journey ahead. Let’s focus on that.”

The royal wolves arrived, howling, playing among the people who were still standing.

A new adventure begins. A new journey, with Master, his demons, and the royal wolves at his side.