Let me tell you the story behind this.
The moment when everything started.
Twenty-two years ago, during the War of Qiolous, two nations were tearing each other apart.
The Country of Warios and the Country of Azrial. They were Born enemies. Bloodthirsty rivals.
The kings of both sides had no intention of making peace.
Not until he rose.
The War of Qiolous was not fought to conquer land or power.
It was fought to attain the most precious thing of all. Peace.
The King of Warios was a peaceful man. All he wanted was peace between the two nations, so both sides could live happily and without fear. The people of Warios supported him, because they wanted peace too.
So they fought in the war.
But it was a war with no swords.
Where there were No weapons. No armor.
They went to the battlefield unarmed.
The Azrial side thought it was a trap.
But it wasn't.
So they killed everyone, believing they would be betrayed.
"What now? They killed everyone!"
"Is this your plan? Is this how you will attain peace?!"
The civilians of Warios were furious. They had lost their countrymen. And their loved ones. Which lead them to Slowly believe that their king was a coward. he can't fight, and so he sent his people to die. Their death were in vain.
"STOP!" but a voice rose from the crowd's murumur.
"Sacrifices are made to attain something great like peace.
Sacrifices are nothing!"
It was me.
The elder of the village.
"If you think you can attain peace by killing them, you are wrong. Fighting mercilessly and killing will not give you peace, it will only give you an eternal suffering.
If you believe peace can be achieved through killing and war, then go on! Fight all you want!
If you truly love your country and peace, go on and fight!"
The roar of the crowd died instantly.
Silence swallowed them all.
But my intenstion was not to make them silent.
"I wanted another roar." So I turned and looked at my king.
"Tomorrow… we will show them." He spoke his words.
"We will show them what a king can do for his civilians."
And the moment he spoke, I knew he would say that. Because Our king was different.
He was better.
The moment I looked at him, I knew it.
He would roar.
Like a lion in the jungle.
He was truly… A King.
"ALL HAIL WARIOS!"
"ALL HAIL WARIOS!"
"ALL HAIL WARIOS!!!"
The next morning, everything was silent.
The hills of Mount Nori were calm, and on the other side, crossing the ocean at the castle of Azrial's there were soldiers guarding the border. Even though they were protected by the ocean itself, but the world they live in and the ages they've been through all of these years had taught them that nothing is protected in this world.
Suddenly, one of the soldiers noticed movement in the jungle of Mount Nori.
"Hey… someone's coming." He alerted them all.
"Hold your position." and they took their attacking stance, bows aimed at the approaching figure.
But the thing was that he wasn't alone.
Another person was walking beside him.
And Both were weaponless.
"What are the even thinking?"
Then, suddenly, a drum echoed.
Dum… dum… dum… dum… dum~
"Can you hear the music?" it had reached them, the vibration and the sound were too loud that it crossed the mount nori and the ocean.
"What are they doing?" The behaviour was strange that they had no idea what is even happening. So they decided.
"Doesn't matter. Kill them."
They pulled back their bowstrings and released.
But as the drum grew louder and stronger, the arrows fell to the ground before reaching them.
"They… fell." the vibration protected them.
"They're protecting themselves with the vibration of an instrument." Art instrument is a defensive weapon which was created by the Fiar dragon in the world 5.
The country of Azrial were no näive, "Bring the cannons!"
Then the cannons were brought forward.
Then a shell rang out. It was a sound so sharp and powerful that it echoed through their ears. Which collapsed the Soldiers to the ground, clutching their heads, trying to protect their ears.
The sound was so intense that blood began to flow from them.
"What is this?!" It panicked them, but despite all of these. They didn't stopped.
"Reload the cannon! Shoot them!" At that moment, an army and a crowd emerged from the forest.
"It's too loud! I can't stand this!"
The vibration was so strong that everyone began losing control of their own bodies.
The king of Azrial, Azrial T. 5th, was furious that the king of Warios could come up with something like this. With his crown and cape, he moved to the wall to see what was happening. Even though his ears were bleeding, he stood at the wall, and all the soldiers tried to take their positions.
They prepared the cannons.
But the king was stunned as he looked at them.
Buwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~
The shell rang out again. The pressure forced the king to step back. The air was heavy, almost unbearable.
They couldn't understand it — until they saw something approaching in the air.
"Hey, look!" the air was covered.
"I… I can't stand!" vibration was too much for them to stand that it brought them on their knees.
"Something is coming toward us!"
"What is it!?"
"Is it…?"
"The Roaring Lion…"
"The Flag of Warios!"
It was The flag of Warios which was thrown toward them, blocking their view. Stones were tied to each corner, and the flag was so massive it covered the entire castle.
As soon as it covered the castle, it caused chaos — they began to lose control.
"Get out of there!"
"They're going to rush!"
"The whole army is with them! They're coming to attack!"
"Fiar: Thousand Slash!" King Azrial cut the flag into two large pieces, giving everyone a chance to escape its effect. When they looked again, they saw them standing there.
"They are…"
"What are they thinking?"
"They are…"
Something had stunned the army of Azrial. They weren't even preparing to attack. They were just standing. Literally doing nothing.
"Let's go. I want to have a talk with him." King Azrial had something in his mind. The moment he saw them, he knew he had to confront them.
When they finally met at the center of the border between the two countries, the sea which lay restless beneath them.
"Fiar: Stage." Azrial chanted his mantra.
The ocean froze instantly which stopped the waves' mid‑motion, turning into solid ice. The border itself became a battlefield. A path formed across the frozen sea, leading straight to the King of Warios.
The King of Azrial possessed the power of Fiar, the ancient dragon once feared across World 5, ruler of the southern lands. His ancestors had slain that dragon and inherited its power. The ability to change the state of anything.
When Azrial spoke, the world obeyed.
The stage was set. But Whispers spread through the crowd.
"I saw our king last night… with someone."
"He made a deal. I didn't heard it clearly, but… it was definitely a deal."
Azrial's voice cut through the air.
"You have five minutes. When they end, you will either die by the ocean beneath you or by my men. I don't want any kind of negotiations."
The King of Warios spoke calmly.
"Stop the war. Accept peace. Together, we can become a great country."
…
Silence swallowed everything.
Azrial stood still, stunned. The words were too simple. Too direct. He couldn't comprehend how someone could say something like that so easily.
"Are you kidding me?" He laughed, then wheezed as his voice rose.
"What do you think this is? A joke? We have been enemies since the age of God itself and.. now... now you're telling me to stop the war?"
His expression hardened.
"Do you even know our history? This war wasn't started by us. It was started by your family! Don't play the victim. It's us, who are the real victims."
His voice trembled with restrained fury.
"And now we are giving you the same taste of your own medicine. Yet you stand here and talk about peace?"
He stepped forward.
"What about my father? He wanted to end this war. And your father betrayed him. He stabbed him from behind."
Azrial's eyes burned.
"That was the act of a coward. Not of a king."
The King of Warios stepped forward and extended his hand.
"We can't change the past," he said calmly. "But we can shape the future. Together. We can become a great country."
It was a proposal. He wanted them to unite, to become one nation.
Azrial's expression didn't change. Not even slightly. To him, it sounded like a joke. Or worse, he thought this is a trap.
So, He refused.
And then, the King of Warios did something that shook everyone.
"What—!?"
"Didn't I tell you? I saw him talking to a strange man last night!"
Suddenly—
Swikkkk!
Ting!
An arrow flew straight toward Azrial's heart.
It could strike, but a sword flashed.
The arrow was cut in mid‑air.
The King of Warios had saved Azrial.
"Although I didn't heard their entire conversation, but..."
The King of Warios raised his voice.
"Everyone, bow down. Don't panic!"
"What was that!?"
"But… he warned him to leave. Said he would kill him."
Both armies moved instantly, forming a circle, a protective wall around their kings and the civilians.
"Where did that come from?"
"King of Azrial," Warios said, his voice steady, "I met someone yesterday. He told me to kill you using the same trick my father once used."
Azrial's eyes narrowed.
"And what if you're doing the same? Just protecting your image in front of your people?"
With this moment, The air grew heavy.
The conversation stopped there. Azrial didn't believed him. But the King of Warios wasn't lying.
"I don't care whether you believe me or not," Warios continued. "I'm here to protect you. His power… is something I fear."
The two kings stood within the circle of soldiers.
Then, A voice echoed. "Scary."
The King of Warios froze.
"Kill him," he shouted immediately.
Another command followed.
"Stand up." And everyone stood.
"What is this…?"
"My body... it's not listening to me."
"It's moving on its own…" they had lost the control on their body.
The King of Warios stood, still moving with the bodies around him. Everyone obeyed his command.
Far off, a voice echoed again. Then A figure appeared, cloaked in darkness, old yet with an unsettling presence.
"Is he laughing?" someone whispered.
"Azrial, go away! You need to run!" Warios ordered him.
"Watch your tone," Azrial bellowed, his pride as unyielding as a mountain. "I am the king. I do not run. When the time comes, I fight!"
With that, Azrial charged. The ocean beneath them froze under his power, solid as crystal. His sheathed sword glimmered in the sunlight.
"Is this the one who wanted to kill me?"
"Azrial, no!" Warios shouted.
Azrial swung his sword with lethal precision. The tip grazed a neck, yet it was not the target. It was the King of Warios.
"So you're protecting him?" Azrial growled, halting mid‑strike.
"Don't listen! Run! Before he kills you! We need you!"
"SHUT UP! You're the same as your father, playing the same cheap games!"
Azrial lunged again, aiming for Warios, but Warios deflected the attack and sent his sword spinning into the air.
"I am not protecting him," Warios said, voice calm yet strained. "It's my body… my body is not under my control."
Azrial did not believe him. The clash continued.
Warios leapt, snatching his sword midair, disappearing, then striking from behind.
Ting! Ting!
The swords collided, sparks flying. The figure in the woods laughed, a manic sound that echoed as if delighting in the chaos.
"If your body is not in control… how are you fighting so well?" Azrial demanded.
"I don't know," Warios admitted. "But something feels wrong. It's like… my body isn't mine."
"Stop making excuses," Azrial barked.
"I'm not. This. Is. Real." and finally, Azrial stopped, scanning the soldiers behind him. Their movements were off, unnatural. He gave the command to defend, but they ignored him. He realised, "It's true… he stole their will," Azrial whispered.
The figure laughed again, delighting in the control he held over both kings. Azrial pointed his sword.
"Who are you?"
The man ran, manic and swift, disappearing into the deep forest. Azrial followed, motioning for Warios to come with him.
"I can't. I can't move," Warios said, struggling. The stolen will held him prisoner.
"Then I go alone," Azrial declared, pressing forward into the forest.
The woods were dense, the air thick with dust. Vines shivered in the cold breeze, carrying answers to questions he hadn't yet fully asked. The forest was silent, eerily so yet Azrial sensed it had always been this way.
He remembered coming here as a child. The forest lay between the two nations, it was a neutral territory. Its air, its oxygen, the woods for fire and shelter, the fruits and minerals. None belonged to anyone, but to all. This was the Mountain of Nori, a gift from the gods for the human he loved.
"Something's not right," he muttered. The air shifted, heavier, rougher. Dust thickened, stinging his lungs. He covered his mouth, instincts on edge.
Then, movement. Someone running toward him. Danger surged but it was the King of Warios.
"You… you can move?" Azrial asked, lowering his guard slightly.
"Yeah," Warios replied. His tone carried a strange, unfamiliar edge.
Azrial drew his sword and pointed.
"Who are you?"
Ting!
Their swords clashed. Azrial and Warios collided with a ferocity that shook the forest floor.
"I knew it.... you were acting!" Azrial shouted, kicking Warios in the stomach, balancing himself as he dropped to the ground.
Warios remained still, silent, as if he were already dead.
And Azrial stood there, staring at him, his sword pointed straight ahead.
And in that moment, his past flooded his mind.
Betrayal had followed him since his childhood..
When he was five, he learned that his own friend had tried to kill him in his sleep. He survived only because his father's secret guards intervened. From that day onward, Azrial became cautious which lead him isolating himself. He could not trust anyone. He grew up without friends, carrying suspicion through his teenage years.
Then he met a girl.
She spoke to him about the history of the world, about his country, about the endless war. Through her words, Azrial began to believe that the war should end. That peace was possible. He even convinced his father to stop it.
But when his father tried to explain why he couldn't… Azrial took matters into his own hands.
He went to Warios himself, hoping to end the war.
And once again, he received betrayal.
The girl was a spy from Warios. She wanted Azrial to abandon Azrial Country and help weaken it from within. Azrial refused. They tried to kill him.
He killed them instead, unleashing his 'Fiar powers' without hesitation.
But the poison they left behind took its toll. Azrial lost consciousness for three years.
When he finally woke up, the first thing he did was go to see his father. A meeting was underway with the King of Warios. Azrial tried not to interfere. He quietly opened the door.
And there, before his eyes.
His father was stabbed by the King of Warios.
At that moment, Azrial's heart hardened.
If they want war… then so be it.
I will not end this war until they collapse.
The clash between the two kings rained down like a storm. Azrial lost himself completely. His attacks were merciless. He injured Warios again and again, blood spilling freely.
He didn't care anymore.
All he wanted was death.
Betrayal had drained everything from him.
"This is the last," Azrial declared, slashing with all his remaining strength.
In the result, Warios fell.
"You said it was the last?" But Warios spoke, he was still standing despite his wounds. Tirelessly and weakingly he was standing till he sees Azrial collapse.
Azrial had died...
He was stabbed by Warios, he died due to too much loss of blood.
"Amazing! Amazing!" When the battle ended, The man hiding in the shadows stepped forward, laughing as he stared at Azrial's lifeless body.
"You did it!" he cheered. "You won."
He knew it. If Azrial had caught him, he would not have been spared.
"Azrial… the heir of Nori's blood," the man revealed.
Azrial was connected to Nori. The one loved by God.
That was why he feared him.
That was why he killed him.
And when Turning to Warios, he smiled.
"You did a great job killing him."
That is what happened that day.
Our king, Warios, killed Azrial. The heir of Nori.
Our king was a liar.
And he used us.
We could not move even an inch. Our bodies were frozen, our wills were stolen. Yet we saw everything. King Warios dragged Azrial across the surface of the ice. Azrial looked dead… but we were still standing on the ocean.
So I thought... maybe he is alive.
"King! What are you doing?" I tried to shout so I could wake him up. I did cheered him, "You can still fight. You are still the strongest."
"Shut up." But, That man was behind me. He covered my mouth. And I could not speak. No, it felt as if I no longer had a mouth at all.
But I saw it.
Azrial was still alive. He was breathing. His eyes slowly opened, looking toward us.
The moment that man noticed it, he kicked Azrial without hesitation.
Warios did nothing.
He stood there... motionless.... he was waiting for orders.
That man had stolen our will. And King Warios was forced to obey. Because no one would willingly watch his own brother be beaten like that.
Yes… that is the hidden history.
Azrial and Warios were brothers.
I saw him crying.
King Warios was broken, compelled to act against his own heart. That cruel man stole everything from him. From us. He turned us all into slaves.
And From that day onward, we could not leave this island. And No one could even enter. No one could escape. It was as if, We became puppets of him.
King Warios took the throne, but not by his own will. That man forced him to commit countless cruel crimes. Even now, our king remains his captive.
This is it.
This is the end of the story.
After knowing all this… I believe you will understand us.
Even if you don't
I, the elder of this village, beg you.
Please…
Server of God...
Please help us.