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Emperor Tarthis, atop his forrin, surveyed the battlefield with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. How could this upstart sorcerer, Jonn Nightmare, continue to elude his forces? The reports of his demise had been greatly exaggerated, the Tracker would have much to answer for. But for now the Emperor's army, alongside the Inquisition and the Brute Legion, prepared to clash with the sorcerer's forces.

The air was thick with the tension of impending warfare, the sky above filled with the cries of ravens, as if they too anticipated the bloodshed that was about to unfold. Tarthis, his golden hair catching the light of the morning sun, drew his ancient sword, an artefact of incredible power, its blade shimmering with a spectral energy. Beside him, Captain Garth, tightened his grip on his own artefact weapon, a war hammer that thrummed with electricity. Aurra rode alongside them, her spear gleaming with a fire that seemed to burn with an unquenchable fervour. Her son, Rike, brandished a double-headed axe that could cut through stone.

The ground shook as the combined might of the Inquisition, the Brute Legion, and the Imperial army advanced, their battle cries echoing across the plains. The sorcerer's forces, a motley collection of creatures and rebels, stood defiantly against the Empire's onslaught, their determination fuelled by the belief in their cause.

Alistar positioned his Sentinels strategically, their swords and shields at the ready. They fought not only for their freedom but for the future of their homeland. Their battle cries punctuated by the rallying chant, "Long may we stand!"

The battle was fierce, the clash of steel and the roar of magic filling the air. The Inquisition, their faith in the Empire unwavering, cut through the sorcerer's forces with precision and fury, their artefact weapons glowing with energy as they sought to purge the land of all who dared to oppose them. The Brute Legion, their bodies enhanced by the Empire's dark sorcery, fought with a savagery that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Their strength was unparalleled..

Amidst the chaos, Aurra and Garth found themselves locked in combat with a group of sorcerous beasts. Aurra's spear danced with flames, her every movement a testament to her martial prowess, while Garth's hammer crushed bone and sent shockwaves through those he hit.

Rike, his eyes burning with the thrill of battle, led a contingent of brutes against the Sentinels, his axe cleaving the land and causing the ground beneath the Sentinels to shatter. The Sentinels, however, refused to yield, their swords deflecting the brute's attacks.

As the battle raged on, Emperor Tarthis watched from his vantage point, his mind racing with strategies and calculations. He knew that the true test of his rule was not merely in the strength of his army, but in his ability to outmanoeuvre his enemies. The sorcerer, and Dread Sorcerer Fade, had proven to be a formidable adversary, but Tarthis was confident that victory would ultimately be his.

The Emperor spurred his forrin forward, his blade singing a song of death and destruction as he joined the fray, his every action a grim reminder of the power he wielded. The battlefield was his canvas, his sword swings were his brushstrokes.@@novelbin@@

The Emperor's forces pressed on, their might unrelenting, yet the Sentinels held their ground. The clash of metal upon metal reverberated through the air, mingling with the cries of the fallen. Alistar, his blade coated in the ichor of his foes, roared a battle cry that rallied his men, their spirits unbroken despite the overwhelming odds.

But the Sentinels began to falter. Their lines, once solid and unyielding, started to buckle under the relentless onslaught. The Brute Legion, their muscles rippling with every swing of their weapons, pushed forward, their lust for victory as palpable as their physical strength. Rike, at the forefront, cleaved through the Sentinels' defence, his axe a blur of motion and destruction.

As the Sentinels' ranks thinned, a thunderous roar erupted from the flank of the Empire's forces. Through the dust and chaos came a stampede of monstrous Urnines, their hulking forms a terrifying sight to behold. At their lead, astride the largest of the beasts, were none other than Jonathan and Painsley, their eyes alight with determination and fury.

The Urnines crashed into the Empire's flank like a tidal wave, their sheer mass and momentum sending soldiers flying. Jonathan, his cloak billowing behind him, wielded his liquid metal spear with deadly precision, its tip finding the gaps in the enemy's armour, his hours of practice in the Dread Tower paying off. Painsley, her bond with the creatures unbreakable, commanded her pack with a series of whistles and gestures, directing them to wreak havoc upon the Empire's forces.

The surprise attack turned the tide of the battle, the once confident Imperial soldiers now scrambling to defend themselves against the ferocious beasts. The Urnines tore through the ranks, their claws and teeth ripping through armour and flesh alike. The Sentinels, seizing the opportunity, rallied and pushed back against the Brute Legion. In the midst of the battle Jonathan found Alistar, relaying all that had transpired and how Fade had betrayed them. They needed to retreat.

"But how sir?" Alistar asked. "The enemy are right on our heel."

"I will cover your retreat, just pull your men back." Jonathan assured.

"But you will be killed. I won't let you-"

"Go!" Jonathan's command left little to argue with. Alistar nodded and gave the order.

As the Sentinels began their retreat, Jonathan began looking into the eyes of the nearby Legion brutes. A lewd thought in his mind. One by one the brutes began to falter. Their blood lust turning to regular lust. They turned their sights to nearby female Inquisitors.

Jonathan's eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, swept over the battlefield. His Arousal Control ability, now augmented by the upgrade Painsley had purchased for him, allowed him to affect entire groups of soldiers rapidly. The Empire's forces, disciplined and fierce, began to falter as a wave of insatiable lust washed over them. The upgrade's contagious effect spread like wildfire, soldiers touching one another and becoming ensnared by the same overwhelming desire that had struck their comrades.

The front lines of the Empire's advance crumbled into a frenzy of carnal chaos. Officers grappled with their subordinates in a fevered haze of sexual hunger. The once orderly ranks devolved into a writhing mass of bodies, their military training abandoned in the face of their uncontrollable urges. The Brute Legion, their immense strength now directed towards less martial pursuits, groaned with pleasure and confusion, their bestial nature overwhelmed by Jonathan's power.

Captain Garth, his eyes locked with Jonathan's from across the battlefield, felt a surge of arousal that he could neither explain nor resist. His grip on his war hammer loosened as his mind filled with lewd images of the ashborn Saikhi, her body entwined with his in a thousand different ways. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the desire that gripped him was relentless. He turned to Aurra, who was similarly affected, her spear falling to the ground as she reached for Garth with a hunger that she had never known before.

Aurra's son, Rike, stood amidst the madness, his body tense as he fought against the tide of lust that threatened to consume him. He watched in disbelief as his fellow Inquisitors, their minds clouded by Jonathan's ability, began to fuck each other. Yet, despite his internal struggle, Rike took hold of a nearby female subordinate and pushed her down to the ground, taking her in the midst of battle.

Even the Emperor, Tarthis himself, was not immune to the effects of Jonathan's gaze. His body, normally a vessel for unyielded control and authority, now throbbed with a need that was as undeniable as it was unexpected.

The battlefield, once a scene of fierce combat, had transformed into a sprawling arena of erotic pandemonium. The Empire's soldiers, their minds ensnared by Jonathan's power, were now more concerned with sating their newfound lust than with continuing the fight. The relatively few female soldiers and Inquisitors doing their best to keep up with the many men taking their turns with them. Before long, each woman, including Aurra, were more covered in cum than not.

The chaos that Jonathan had unleashed had effectively halted the Imperial advance, providing Alistar and the Sentinels with the precious time they needed to retreat.

"Where should we retreat to sir?" Alistar asked Jonathan as they retreated.

"Back to the Dread Tower. We are taking it for ourselves."