If the humans believed the Moors would sit idly by and wait for battle, they were mistaken. Maximilian and Maleficent stood upon the highest cliffs, gazing across the land that would soon become a battlefield. The air was heavy with magic, crackling like a brewing storm, and the earth itself seemed to shift in anticipation of the coming war.
"They march blindly toward their own destruction," Maximilian muttered. "Arrogant. Ignorant."
Maleficent nodded, her golden eyes narrowed. "Then let them meet what they fear."
Maximilian had never delved into summoning before, but instinct guided him. With a sweep of his hand, his Astral Sand flared into existence, swirling in gold and black currents. The ground trembled beneath his feet as shapes began to form from the shadows, their outlines shifting between reality and nightmare. As the creatures emerged, their glowing eyes locked onto him, recognizing their master.
Slowly, they knelt.
The massive rune-covered treefolk bowed their great heads, roots twisting in reverence as their ancient wisdom acknowledged his power. The bat-wolf hybrids folded their wings, lowering themselves in submission, their runed horns gleaming beneath the storm-lit sky. Even the spirits that had risen from the rivers and mountains inclined their spectral forms, silent but watchful, awaiting his will.
A wave of understanding washed over Maximilian. They were not just creatures summoned for war—they were his. They had answered his call, and now, they pledged themselves to him. His command would be their law, his will their purpose. This was more than preparation. This was allegiance.
Maleficent watched with a knowing expression. "They have chosen you," she murmured. "As the Moors have chosen their protector."
From the trees, massive beings emerged—ancient rune-covered treefolk, their bark etched with glowing symbols of power. Their eyes burned with the essence of the land itself, and when they moved, the earth groaned in response. Their limbs creaked like old wood, but their strength was undeniable, and their purpose unwavering.
In the skies, dark-winged creatures shrieked—a fusion of bats and wolves, their monstrous forms twisted by magic. Their horns curled upward, etched with faintly glowing runes, their massive wings spreading to blot out the sky. They were guardians of the air, swift and merciless, their keen eyes locked onto the distant kingdom that dared challenge the Moors.
Maleficent, standing beside him, raised her own hands. The winds howled as storms gathered in the distance, the very air thickening with her magic. She called upon the fae, upon every creature that lurked in the shadows of the Moors. From the rivers, water spirits rose, their forms shifting and flowing like liquid armor, their glowing eyes betraying their otherworldly nature. From the mountains, great horned beasts stomped forward, their hooves cracking stone beneath them as they answered their queen's call.
Even the land itself seemed to respond. Thorned vines slithered up trees, twisting like serpents, growing dense and sharp, ready to trap and impale any who dared cross into their domain. The roots beneath the soil pulsed with ancient power, waiting for the moment they would be unleashed upon the battlefield.
They had no need for swords or arrows. The Moors would fight with the land itself, with the power that had existed long before humans built their castles and claimed dominion over the world.
Maximilian clenched his fists, feeling the energy thrumming through him. Though he had yet to unlock the full potential of his vampiric and lycanthropic nature, it didn't matter. This battle would be fought on his terms, and he would wield the forces of the Moors like an extension of himself.
Maleficent glanced at him. "When they come, let them know the full wrath of the Moors."
A smirk played at his lips. "Oh, they will."
As the storm raged above them and the creatures of the Moors took their places, the final preparations for war had begun. The humans thought they were prepared, but they had no idea what awaited them beyond their borders. They would march into the unknown, believing themselves conquerors, only to find themselves lost in a nightmare of their own making.
Maximilian turned, his gaze sweeping over the forces that had assembled. The dark creatures he had summoned watched him, awaiting his command. Maleficent stood at his side, power radiating from her as she surveyed their growing army. The time for waiting was over.
The Moors were ready for war.
And soon, the humans would learn the true meaning of fear.
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