Chapter 4: Ice and Blood

Mary von Solaris – The Royal Knight of Vengeance

The cold was suffocating. Even through my enchanted armor, I felt it creeping into my bones. Antarctica, the land of ice and death.

Behind me, the Royal Knights, my warriors, moved in perfect synchronization. Before us, the first of many human research stations, a pitiful construct of metal and glass, stood defiantly against the elements. It would not stand against us.

The portal had deposited us at the southernmost tip of this frozen continent. The High Elf generals in command had ordered a swift eradication of the humans present. The Lunar Priestesses had woven a vast veil of magic, severing this land from the rest of Earth’s networks—no communications in, no cries for help out.

"We take this land for Queen Elara, for the Elven Empire," I declared, raising my golden sword, the divine flames of Solaris dancing along its edge. The Royal Knights roared in response.

Tonight, the conquest would begin.

The Defenders' Last Stand

Inside the research base, Dr. Alan Carter pressed a trembling hand to the radio. Static.

"No… no, no, no."

He turned to Commander Reynolds, the head of security. The man, a hardened veteran, clenched his jaw.

"We’re cut off," Reynolds growled.

"This doesn’t make sense! Who could jam satellite signals this deep in Antarctica? Are we facing aliens!" one of the technician panicked.

"I heard a rumour of elves appearing near China maybe it is them?"

"WHAT NONSENSE! You are an educated scientist don't fall to the Chinese Propaganda"

The answer came in the form of a distant explosion. The outer watchtower erupted into flames. Screams echoed in the frozen air.

"They’re here."

Reynolds grabbed his rifle. "Destroy everything. We can’t let them take our research."

The scientists hesitated.

"NOW!"

With shaking hands, they began smashing hard drives, lighting papers on fire, and setting controlled explosions in the most sensitive areas.

But it was too late.

The Royal Knights had arrived.

Mary's Assault – The Crushing of Resistance

We descended like shadows, cutting through the metal gates with Sunfire magic. The human guards fired their primitive metal weapons, but their bullets shattered against our enchanted armor.

"Weak," one of my knights muttered, slashing a soldier down.

I lunged forward, bringing my blade in a clean arc. A scientist tried to flee, his face twisted in terror. I hesitated for only a moment before driving my sword through his back.

I would show no mercy. Not after what they had done to Dyug.

I clenched my teeth, memories flashing in my mind.

Memories of Dyug – A Love Against Fate

"Marry you?" I had laughed, tossing a snowball at Dyug’s face.

"You mock me, Mary," he had grumbled, wiping the frost from his silver hair.

"A Royal Elf, marrying a mere Sun Knight? Impossible."

"Nothing is impossible," he had said, his lunar eyes burning with determination.

"Then prove it," I had whispered, testing him.

And he had.

Dyug had commanded his own expedition, proving his worth as a leader despite the Empire’s disdain for males. He had fought not just for glory, but for us.

Now, he was gone.

And I would make Earth pay.

The Final Defenders – Humanity’s Resolve

"Commander, they’re breaking through!"

Reynolds gritted his teeth. They were outnumbered, outmatched, and surrounded.

He turned to his men—five soldiers left. Scientists were either dead or captured.

"Hold them off as long as you can," he ordered.

"We won’t survive."

"We don’t need to. Just delay long enough to atleast create a chance for even one human to bring the news back."

The men saluted. Then, with defiant roars, they charged.

"LET SHOW THESE BASTARDS SOME REAL METTLE!"

Mary’s Wrath – The End of the Base

I watched as the last of them fell to my knights' blades.

A single human soldier, gasping for breath, looked up at me. Blood trickled from his lips.

"You… you monsters… we’ll… stop you… the reinforcement.....will come ......soon"

"Oh you mean your kinds that have escaped, don't worry they will follow you soon"

His eyes were filled with despair with my revelation and then he tried to shoot me with his metaI weapon they called 'gun'.

"YOU MONSTER I'LL KILL YO—"

But before he could do so I plunged my sword into his heart.

"No. You won’t."

With their deaths, the base belonged to us.

The High Elves arrived, surveying our work. One of them, Lady Vaelis, nodded approvingly.

"The Queen was right to form the Royal Knights," she admitted.

Recognition.

I met her gaze without fear. Let them acknowledge our strength. Let them know that Dyug’s sacrifice was not in vain.

I turned toward the horizon, where more human outposts awaited.

"Burn them all."

Escape Across the Ice

The young scientist's lungs burned as he pushed his ski bike to its limits, racing across the frozen wasteland. Behind him, glowing projectiles crashed into the ice, sending up plumes of frozen mist.

"I can’t stop. I can’t stop. I can’t—"

A golden-haired High Elf commander raised her hand. "Enough. He’s finished."

Mary, watching from the side, scoffed. "He’s just delaying the inevitable. Let him freeze."

The elves halted their pursuit, turning back toward their base, confident that the frozen wasteland would claim him.

But the scientist refused to give up. His hands trembled as he reached the edge of the continent, staring at the black, frigid ocean beneath him.

"No way out."

He took a breath and jumped.

The freezing abyss swallowed him whole. His body screamed in agony as icy water tore away all warmth. This is it…

Then, in the darkness, something moved.

A massive black-and-white figure surfaced—a passing orca. The creature, sensing his fading life, nudged him upwards, guiding him toward a distant shape cutting through the ice.

A U.S. Navy resupply ship.

The ship’s crew spotted something in the water. "Man overboard! Get him up—NOW!"

They pulled the half-dead scientist onto the deck. His lips were blue, his body shaking violently. He clutched at the officer’s jacket, barely whispering:

"Turn back…"

Then his world faded to black.

– A Silent Prisoner

Thousands of miles away, in a classified Indian military base deep within the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, a single containment chamber stood in a heavily guarded underground facility.

Inside, floating in a suspension tank, was Dyug von Forestia.

The medical monitors displayed stable vitals—his body, though comatose, was alive.

A scientist glanced at the readings, shaking his head. "Even after all this time, his body shows no signs of decay… It’s as if something is preserving him."

Another researcher muttered, "This silver energy is it the magic from those fairy tales… If only we could understand it."

Behind the glass, Dyug remained motionless. His silver hair drifted weightlessly in the liquid. His eyes, still closed. His fate—uncertain.

Outside, the world prepared for war.

And the last surviving elf of the first invasion remained trapped in an eternal silence.