A Sky Lit With Fire – Dyana’s POV

Northern Mozambique – Aristocrat Forward Operations Camp

Princess Dyana stood atop a makeshift watchtower formed of stone and enchanted steel. The stars above were beginning to dim as distant flashes lit the night sky—tracer rounds, anti-aircraft fire, and the long, streaking lines of missiles. The humans had arrived in force.

“They move faster than expected,” Commander Velthira muttered beside her, eyes narrowed behind her visor. “The radio signals we intercepted suggest a full joint assault.”

Dyana’s golden hair fluttered in the wind, its luster unmarred by the soot of war. Her gaze swept across the horizon. “They said the humans would break. That their alliances were fragile. But here they are—advancing not just with armies but with machines we’ve never seen.”

From their communications equipment—still crackling with intercepted transmissions—one phrase had repeated, translated across a dozen tongues:

“Let the skies burn and the mountains tremble. Elves shall fall under human might.”

And with it, came the names of the machines:

USA – Grey Eagles,

Russia – Blue Titan,

China – Red Archer,

India – Green Guardian.

Mechs. Towering war-golems forged of steel, not magic.

Dyana clenched her fists.

“They mean to retake Antarctica’s island fortress,” Velthira said. “The humans are converging. But…”

“But they underestimate us,” Dyana finished coldly. “And I will not retreat for an artifact I’ve never seen.”

Velthira hesitated. “Princess, Queen Elara has issued a directive—she’s recalled all remaining forces to defend the island. She believes the artifact hidden there allows portals to be opened from Earth to Forestia… from our side.”

Dyana turned slowly. “And you believe this?”

“I… do not know,” Velthira admitted.

Dyana’s smile was thin and sharp. “The Queen is wise, but power dims in exile. No one saw fit to tell us of this artifact until now—convenient, isn’t it? Just as we begin to crush Africa under heel.”

“Others are heeding the call,” Velthira warned.

Dyana’s eyes turned north, toward the coast where refugee camps once stood—now military staging grounds.

“Let them go. The Aristocrats do not yield to fear or rumors. We do not abandon a continent because of some mythical trinket.”

And with that, the Aristocrat faction officially severed itself from Elara’s unified war command.

TIDES OF RESISTANCE – ASHA OKONKWO’S POV

Mozambique – Nacala Naval Base – War Room

The base reeked of ozone, diesel, and scorched jungle. Commander Asha Okonkwo hadn’t slept in 36 hours—no one had. Since the Elven push through Madagascar and across the Indian Ocean, the East African coastline had become a crucible of blood and defiance.

But today, the map of the world had changed.

“We will not surrender the coast,” she said, eyes blazing like wildfire, as she faced the gathered African military leaders: Kenya, Tanzania, Angola, and South Africa all represented in the cramped war room.

The tactical display showed a digital map of coastal Africa. Red warnings blinked over Dar es Salaam, Beira, and Nampula. Elven glyphs marked areas under enemy control. Their magic distorted satellites. Communications flickered in and out.

“We hold the corridor from Nacala to Pemba. If we lose this stretch, they’ll break through into Malawi and Zambia.”

General Mbatha of South Africa stared down at the glowing map. “We know. But how do we stop them? Our weapons falter against their cloaks. Sky Lancers break our air patrols. They’re not like any army we’ve fought.”

Asha gestured to her head engineer, Dr. Teboho Mensah.

Teboho activated the hologram.

“We present the Disruptor Grid,” he announced. A harmonic sphere formed in mid-air, displaying a pulsing wave over a stylized Elven warship.

“Developed through Indo-French collaboration using salvaged Elven cloaking crystals and South Indian resonance fields. It jams arcane frequencies. Think of it as scrambling their version of Wi-Fi—cutting off their spellcasting, clouding their cloaks, and grounding airborne units.”

“Will it kill them?” one commander asked.

“No. But it will blind them. And that’s enough.”

Asha nodded. “We field-tested it in Pemba. We turned the tide. One pulse grounded six Sky Lancers and forced an Elven withdrawal.”

General Mbatha finally smiled. “Then let the world see that Africa remembers how to fight.”

VEINS OF THE FOREST – VAELIN THORNE’S POV

Amazon Rainforest – South America

Neutralist Commander Vaelin Thorne stood at the edge of the broken Human settlement. The tribe that once resisted their jungle advance now lay bound in chains—silent, eyes wide with defeat.

“These humans fought well,” her lieutenant said.

“They did,” Vaelin replied without emotion. “But conquest is not earned through mercy.”

The Neutralists were no longer pretending to be observers. The failed diplomacy of earlier months was over. They had one goal now: conquer Earth by any means necessary—and avoid civil war while doing so.

No factional games. No loyalty to a Queen who ruled from shadows. No patience for Aristocratic grandeur.

Vaelin watched as her soldiers erected perimeter wards and slave pens.

“We’ve decrypted human signals,” her aide reported. “The artifact they speak of… it’s real. Not myth. It exists on the breakaway Antarctic island. A portal generator, Earth-side.”

“And Queen Elara wants to defend it,” Vaelin murmured. “So does Mary.”

“But you don’t believe her?”

Vaelin’s green eyes flashed.

“I don’t care. Whether it opens one portal or a thousand, it’s only useful if we control the Earth. I will not march my soldiers into frozen death just because a fading monarch dreams of saving her throne. Let the Royalists bleed in the ice. Let the Aristocrats chase Africa. We will take South America, the resources, the land—and enslave every tribe that resists us.”

DYANA’S WARPATH – ARISTOCRAT ASSAULT POV

Dar es Salaam – Tanzanian Coast

Dyana landed amidst a sea of burning buildings and crumbling resistance. Her blade glistened with arcane runes, silver and cruel.

“Push forward,” she ordered her troops. “Crush their will before they rally.”

Her battalion of Sky Lancers swooped overhead. High Elven mages conjured shimmering fire and lightning to shatter barricades.

But resistance had learned.

A deep pulse thundered from a rooftop weapon—a frequency disruptor. The air rippled. Cloaks malfunctioned. Spells backfired. Three Sky Lancers fell screaming into a ruined cathedral.

Dyana frowned.

“Get me eyes on that signal,” she barked.

Then came the radio message.

“This is United Africa Resistance Command. Dar es Salaam holds. To all civilians and fighters: fight back. Fight smart. They are not gods.”

The message repeated across hijacked frequencies. Civilians took up arms. Militias surged from alleyways.

“Adapt,” Dyana muttered, frustrated. “They’re learning too fast.”

She called for reinforcements from the sea.

This war was no longer about victory.

It was about control—and she was losing hers.

THE SILENT QUEEN – ELARA’S POV

Forestia – Moonlight Citadel

Elara stood at her high balcony as the twin moons aligned above her citadel. The stars shimmered, but the silence within her was deafening. The Lunar Goddess no longer whispered.

Below, courtiers bickered—Mary's Royal Knights had gone rogue, Dyana scorched continents, and Vaelin… was doing what was originally proposed.

The Elven Empire was splintering.

Elara placed her hand on the Moon Mirror. The mirror pulsed with magical feedback. Images from Earth shimmered across it: flames in Africa, rebel banners in South America, skyships retreating from Southeast Asia.

But then the mirror trembled.

A new vision formed.

“This is Pacific Command. Repeat: Humanity is moving towards  the original Antarctic island stronghold of the Elves. Enemy cloaking systems partially disabled. We’re moving in with full mechanized assault units.”

"The danger is increasing, though Dyana doubts your loyalty but she herself is drunk on the songs sung by those golden hair aristocrats and dreams of the throne, I once saw love in your eyes for Dyug so once again I will test your loyalty, Mary..."

MARY AWAKENS – ROYAL KNIGHTS POV

Southern Timor Sea – Elven Island Base

Mary’s golden hair gleamed in the lantern-lit chamber as she opened her eyes.

The tides had shifted.

“I felt something,” she whispered.

Tirien, her second-in-command, approached. “A disturbance? The Queen’s Envoys?”

“No,” she said. “Humanity... They’re in the old stronghold.”

She turned to the balcony, watching the sea glitter under the moonlight.

Mary stood alone before the circular crystal basin—a Lunar Relay, one of the few means left to contact the Queen directly across the dimensional barrier. The water shimmered with Elara’s face, weary yet regal.

“Mary, they are no longer listening,” Elara said, voice soft and urgent. “But you must. The artifact hidden beneath the island is real. If the humans seize it, they can open their own portals into Forestia. We will not survive that.”

“I believe you, my Queen,” Mary said, golden hair braided back in a tight crown. Her voice was calm, resolved.

“Good. The others may mock me. But you… you have always understood.”

The relay dimmed. Mary turned to her second-in-command.

“Prepare the fleet. We sail south.”

“But—why are we following the Queen’s decree? Princess Dyana declared us a traitor and the queen was silent .”

“I no longer serve a crown,” Mary said coldly. “I serve a memory. I serve Dyug.”

Tirien hesitated. “You think he’s alive?”

Mary smiled faintly. “I know he is.”

She summoned her Royal Knights—gold-armored, loyal to no faction, only to her, the served at first due to Queen's prestige and charm and now Mary’s heroic bravery has won their heart. Their ships—faster than standard Elven vessels, reinforced with ancient silverwood—were soon packed with arms, mechs, and spellcasters.

“The Antarctic wind howls,” Mary said. “Let it hear our vow.”

EPILOGUE: FRACTURES OF WAR

* Dyana, leading the Aristocrats, pushes deeper into Africa, ignoring the Queen’s call and dismissing the artifact’s threat as political manipulation.

* Vaelin Thorne, the ruthless Neutralist, expands her dominion over South America, enslaving human tribes and refusing to aid in defending the artifact.

* Mary, loyal to the end not to Queen but to Dyug, braces for an onslaught on the artifact island, aware that she is the last line of defense between Forestia and Earth and led her Royal Knights toward the southern frost, determined to reclaim the first Elven fortress.

* Asha Okonkwo became Africa’s bulwark, her resistance both human and technological.

* Queen Elara tried to hold together her breaching empire and tries to stop the invasion from becoming a counter invasion

And now, at the edge of the world...

Grey Eagles soared.

Blue Titans rumbled.

Red Archers flanked.

Green Guardians advanced.

The war for Antarctica had begun again.

But this time—Earth was on the offensive.