Immediately, the ground shook,and dormant forces began to rise—among them was Damon.
Arthur fled through the door before the witch could see him,but when she arrived and saw the shattered stones, she froze in shock.
She hurried toward the throne room to alert Julius... but stopped in her tracks.
Arthur was already there,standing before Julius,surrounded by dozens of palace guards.
He fought them all,using only his fists.
He brought them down bravely.
But he wasn't killed.
As their numbers drained him,he fell to his knees, exhausted.
Julius said calmly:
"Take him to the dungeon beneath the palace... We'll deal with him later."
But before he could leave the room,a soldier's voice boomed from outside:
"Sir! Something strange is happening in the city!"
Julius walked to the balcony,and looked down...The kingdom is burning.
Chaos fills the streets.
Unknown soldiers rise.
Pawn Rebellion
As Daemon sank deeper into his chains in the dark dungeon beneath the camp, a strange sensation swept over him—like a cold shiver running down his spine. For a moment, he felt something inside him break... no, something was released.
Suddenly, the seals binding him shattered, as if the spell of bondage had collapsed of its own accord.
Daemon rose as if waking from a nightmare that had lasted days. The nearby cells echoed with the screams of former soldiers—those who had endured chains, betrayal, and abandonment. Their screams were not sobs... but the roar of revolt.
When Daemon emerged from his cell, the crowd before him split. The soldiers who had been prisoners now stood in silent obedience, clearing a path like a king. His presence was undeniable. Many remembered who Daemon had been before his imprisonment… a leader, a warrior, a symbol of one who spoke when silence reigned. He ascended the stone platform in the heart of the old camp, standing tall, his heavy sword resting on his shoulder. He looked down at the faces staring back at him—waiting for a word… a spark… a path. He took a deep breath, then his voice boomed like a storm:
"O forgotten soldiers behind the bars of silence,We who were called pawns—tricked into dying for card kings!"
Today, we are no longer pieces in someone else's game.
Today, we shatter the board and break the hands that move us!
We were slaves in magical chains,But the magic was broken, the chains melted away...
And here, from the ashes of the prison, we are born again.
Look into your eyes...
Do you see fear?
Or do you see a flame that will never die?
Look at me...I was silent,I was an outcast in the dark...But I stand!
I stand with my sword, my wound, and my dignity!
We are not pawns...We are the castles that protect each other,We are the knights who wait for no orders,We are the king at the end of the line,We are the end that never They expect it!
He who betrayed us from the throne,He who sacrificed us in the battlefields,Today, they will learn...
"That when a pawn reaches the end, it becomes anything it chooses!"
Raise your swords—not to die...But to live as we choose,Love whom we choose,And feed our children bread untouched by betrayal!
From this day forward, no orders shall be carried out rashly,No names shall be forgotten,No pawn of a cowardly king shall be neglected!
From this day forward—we are the rebellion,we are the fire,we are the truth walking on the ruins of lies!
Let those who fear, flee...But those who remain, march with me toward glory... or an honorable death!
When the speech ended, there was a solemn silence... Then the camp erupted with thunderous screams—not screams of blood, but screams of life.
Damon was no longer just Warrior.
He became a symbol...A symbol for pawns who chose to become kings.