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  Thrid Person POV

  Yi-Ti, 297 AC.

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  The chaos otlefield was deafening at this moment. Fmes burned ihyst tones as men dressed in brown armor screamed in terror, desperately trying to tain the enemy. But they were too numerous, breaking through the defenses and starting to ihe army.

  The worst was yet to e, as the ground began to tremble with the arrival of a row of giants in armor. Any arrows shot at them were stopped by their imperable armor. Soldiers wondered how these beings could even move under all that metal as they charged forward, raising their giant swords and cutting several men in half with a single swing, advang relentlessly.

  Right behind them came dwarves mounted on small animals, wielding hammers and crushing the skulls of their enemies without hesitation. Soldiers in the same armor, bearing the symbol of ártica, followed swiftly, using their swords and shields t defeat to the enemy, cutting down anyone in their way without difficulty.

  The opposing army desded into despair. It was not just the Artis fag the Mongols; samurai also led the people of Yi-Ti in fiant groups, advang alongside the fn allies across the battlefield. Even without the strength of ártica's armor or ons, the samurai tributed with numbers aermination, strengthening the bat lines.

  This tinued for some time. The Mongols tried to fight back, but repeated defeats over the past moons had already weakehem. They were now only a shadow of the force they had beehey decided to invade Yi-Ti. Eventually, their army colpsed, and the survivors began fleeiward. Some men gave chase but ultimately allowed them to escape.

  "It seems it's over, Lord Shimura," murmured Kin'emon beside him, his armor stained with blood. He elegantly sheathed his sword and sighed as he watched the remnants of the enemy army flee.

  "Yes, we've finished our battle with a crushing victory," Shimura replied, his disgust evident. "But there's no sign of Khotun Khan. The coward still hides, along with Prinonosuke, held hostage."

  The men around them began clearing the battlefield, celebrating loudly. Giants at the front surrendered captured enemies, while Arti anders led their troops across the bloody field.

  In the ter of the chaos, Jon Artica stood, ing his bloodied bdes and listening to his men's reports about the fight.

  Lord Shimura watched Jon from a distance. He didn't quite know how to defihe fner who had initially e only to trade his goods but was now fighting alongside Yi-Ti, pletely altering the course of the war. Since Jon had rescued the people of the province, he had proven to be an unparalleled warrior and an eveer ander. His bde skills were exceptional, but his ability to lead armies was even more remarkable. It was strahat the Shogun had grahis fner permission to lead the entire Yi-Ti army.

  But now, Shimura reized that Jon was not just an exceptional ander; he was a natural-born strategist. His ability taroops and pn battles seemed fwless, bringing victories even under seemingly unfavorable ditions. It was as if he could foresee the enemy's moves before they happeurning difficult battles into stunning triumphs.

  The region's inhabitants, as well as the soldiers themselves, had already given Jon many niames. He was called "ōkuo Makami" and "Fuhai-ō," but there were also more mystical rumors. Many cimed he trolled wild animals, with his eyes stantly fixed on his enemies.

  Lord Shimura, though initially skeptical, no longer doubted it. He watched the eagles flying in the sky, theorizing that Jon could intercept any enemy advance during the fight by having an aerial view of the battlefield and finding weaknesses in their defenses. His men, highly trained for this, respoo his shouted orders with precision.

  Shifting his gaze from the eagles in the sky, he saw the giant wolves, bloodied, wandering the battlefield without attag anyone else. It was as if they were waiting for orders from the King of ártica himself.

  "Let's go," murmured Kin'emon beside him, the battlefield. He khat many doubted the powers of the fner Jon Artica, but he didn't care. Perhaps, to Kin'emon, Jon really could trol animals or use sorcery as some cimed, but ohing was certain: he was liberating the people of Yi-Ti from their current crisis. That was all that mattered.

  The two samurai approached as Jon finished listening to the report.

  "Uood. I want the troanized after the area is cleared. Send groups to nearby vilges and eliminate any Mongols in the area. I'll guide them ohey arrive," Jon ordered. The man nodded a quickly, leaving Joo turn to the two nobles approag him.

  All three wore samurai armor, but Jon's was unique: made of Valyrian steel, it was a singur pie the entire world.

  "It seems we've won another battle, my lords. We're ering the enemy. Soon, he'll have nowhere left to run," Jon said as he looked around, the men shouting and celebrating.

  "Yes, but we still o capture Prinonosuke from Khotun Khan," Shimura replied thoughtfully.

  "That won't be a problem much longer..." murmured Kin'emon fidently, as other samurai from different provinces, uhe Shogun's and, began to gather with them.

  "Well, let's return and discuss the steps in the mai," Jon suggested. Everyone agreed and began leaving the battlefield, leaving the soldiers to handle ing the area and burning the enemy bodies.

  They proceeded to the main camp, where a meeting was vened with the principal leaders: the four samurai anders of their provinces, Jon Artica, his royal guards, as well as Arti anders and a few Yi-Ti he atmosphere was tense, with everyone bloodied but focused.

  "We have the st strategic point to trap them. They're trying to maintain a siege at Higashi Fortress. We 't miss this opportunity; otherwise, they'll retreat to the north, and that will bee a major problem. If the prince is still there, they'll likely use him as a bargaining chip. We o act before that happens, and I have a pn," Jon decred.

  The discussion tinued, with each tributing to the pn. This could be the unique opportunity to defeat Khotun Khan and rescue the prince. In the end, Joed his final strategy, which ted without question. Until that point, his pns had been fwless, always leading to success with a 100% rate. It was no wonder he had retly bee known as the "Warlord."

  When the meeting ended, Jo apanied by his royal guard, heading to his personal tent. Ghost was absent, as he was assisting the Arti men heading to nearby vilges.

  As he approached his tent, Jon could see that, even in his absehe location remained heavily guarded by royal guards. The prote persisted, even when he was out fighting in the war.

  He greeted the guards aered alohe richly decorated interior had everything a king would need. Spotting the ready bath, he moved toward it and began removing his bloodied armor.

  "I heard you had a crushing victory in this battle. Let me help you with that," a feminine voice echoed ihe tent.

  Jon turned his faotig the woman who had been sitting and reading a book wheered. She stood and walked toward him with a ed look, searg for any injuries amidst all the blood.

  "Yes, we're finally ending this war. Soon, we'll be heading home," Jon said as she pced her fingers on parts of the armor he couldn't easily reach, loosening it. She began to disma skillfully, as if she had dohis many times before.

  "Are you hurt?" she asked.

  "No, just a few scratches from fighting dozens of men, but the armor protected me well," Jon replied as he removed the st pieces of armor and stepped into the bath, sitting ier and rexing.

  The womahe armor on the floor for others to collect ter and approached him, croug beside the bath. "Let me help you up," she said, pig up a spoh a special Arti ing product. Lathering it, she began washing Jon's body. He closed his eyes, rexing under her touch.

  "When you talk about going home, I still wonder what ártica is like. I try to dream of it, but dreams have bee so much harder... after the first ones," the woman said with a small, sad smile.

  "I could talk endlessly about ártica, as I have so many times before with you... and still, I wouldn't be able to describe it perfectly," Jon replied, gazing at the dles ient while feeling the sponge and the woman's hands ing his body, removing the sweat and blood left from the battle.

  "You miss home, don't you?" the woman asked softly.

  "Yes. We've been away from home for a long time. I want to return soon, and it finally feels like that moment is getting closer," Jon replied, his voice calm as he rexed in silehe woman tinued ing him carefully.

  When she finished, Jon stood up, leaving the bath behind. He put on a light tunic for sleeping and turned his gaze toward the closed entrance of the tent. It was already nightfall, and through the eyes of distant animals, especially Ghost, he saw his men st vilges still occupied by Mongols. The enemy, trying to flee after their defeat, was quickly struck down, while the vilgers—abused and oppressed—were being anized and aided.

  "It's almost over," Jon murmured to himself.

  "Why are you talking to yourself? How about ing to bed now? I'm waiting for you," the woman called, breaking Jon's train of thought. He looked at her standing by the bed, gazing at him intensely. Moving her hands to the straps of her dress, she let it fall to her feet, revealing her bare body.

  Jon couldn't deny the desire he felt upon seeing her. After an intetle, all he wanted was to ease the weight on his shoulders and find fort in the warmth of a woman. He accepted her invitation without resistand approached her. As he drew near, he felt the heat of her lips and took her in his arms, ying her onto the bed. She surreo him pletely, and the two spent hours together, ed by their passion and al desire.

  They paused briefly for dinner but soouro losing themselves in each other's arms. They allowed no interruptions for the rest of the night. While soldiers celebrated victory throughout the military camp, Jon remained in that tent, listening to the Valyrian woman's moans in his ear.

  The following m, Jon woke up with her in his arms, their bodies iwined. She noticed his movement, opened her eyes, and turned her face toward him with a smile.

  "Good m, Jon," she murmured.

  "Good m, Dani," Jon replied, returning her smile.

  He had found his retionship with his aunt Daenerys unusual at first, despite harb unspoken desires for her. But during the campaign in the south, after she began apanying him in the Yi-Ti war, everything ged.

  She initially cimed she just wao be near him. Jon had beeant and wao leave her in a safe pce with his other wives—after all, the battlefield was no pce for a dy. But after her insistend her promise to return to Yin after some time, he gave in. Jon couldn't remember exactly how it happened, but after ing back from a battle, exhausted, she mao seduce him. He was euphori victory, and the desire in her eyes left him vulnerable. She wore only a simple dress, which she allowed him to remove without resistance—she wahis. Jon took her virginity that day.

  Sihen, Jon had shared his intimacy solely with her. Their retionship became discreet but obvious to some, particurly those who knew who she truly was. Arya, also involved in the army, suspected something but said nothing.

  Jo Daenerys traveling with him, provided she stayed ient and didn't interfere in military matters. To avoid plications, she used mooo prevent pregnancy—a precaution Jon insisted on. He didn't want his aunt to bear his child amidst a war; that would wait for ártica. He had already itted to marrying her on the first night they were together. She agreed to the arra without hesitation.

  Now, that m, as their mutual desire lingered, Jon spoke again. "Let's have breakfast first before my meeting to move the troops," he said, rising from the bed.

  They ordered breakfast, and soon a pte was brought in. During the meal, Daenerys ughed at some of the stories Jon shared about his travels in the days leading up to yesterday's battle.

  Arya ehe tent at that moment. "You're awake," she murmured, looking at the two with a suspicious air. She sighed, as though already knowing what was happening. Arya's gaze lingered intensely on Daenerys, far more than usual, but no one said anything.

  "Good m. Would you like to join us?" Jon asked, looking at her with calm and good humor.

  "No, I've already eaten. I came here to let you know that the leaders are waiting for you to start moving the army," she replied.

  Jon nodded. "Well, I'll be on my way then." He stood up, and Dany followed suit. Jon approached her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, a gesture he often made, ign Arya's sharp gaze. They left the tent together, with Daenerys staying behind.

  "You're sleeping with your whole family..." Arya muttered as she walked beside Jon.

  "It happened... well, it doesn't matter anymore," Jon shrugged, w why Arya had been so bothered by Daenerys tely.

  Jon walked through the camp until he reached the a, where the leaders were already waiting for him. There, they began discussing the steps for moving the army toward the st strategic point, Higashi Fortress, located he northern border.

  The army soon began to mobilize, as Arti men ed the king's armor before his departure and dismahe tent. Daenerys, using a veil to hide her face, traveled in a wagon.

  Thus, thousands of men advaoward the final frontation.

  Meanwhile, Prinonosuke didn't quite know what to make of the events of the past moons as he sat in his cell at Higashi Fortress. He had noticed the Mongols being increasingly agitated over the days and weeks, without uanding why.

  Abruptly, they began moving him from his cell, taking him out of Kaneda Castle and transp him in wagons. Sihen, he hadn't even known where he was, as the Mongols kept relog him from one prison to another without any expnatioe being a prisoner, he could sehey were heading further east, and the apparent desperation among the Mongols surprised him.

  After some time, Momonosuke learhat Yi-Ti had finally retaliated, starting to drive out the Mongols by defeating their forces and advang toward the tral provihis news filled him with joy, and he fervently wished for the plete destru of his captors.

  In the north, however, he khe situation was different. It was the only point preventing Yi-Ti's soldiers from advang against the rest of the enemy army. Khotun Khan rarely visited him anymore, appearing only occasionally. To Khan, Momonosuke was a nuisance, but he couldn't kill him—Momonosuke was still a bargaining chip.

  Momonosuke knew little of the events unfolding. The Mongols avoided mentioning anything in his presence or that of the other prisoners. He only khat a fner was involved, but the details were kept secret, or perhaps no one wao tell him.

  Now, ba Higashi Fortress, he felt a growing ay.

  "We'll finally leave here tomorrow. We'll escape this cursed nd aurn home..." one guard said to another he prince's cell.

  "Yes... I heard they're about a week behind us. We'll flee once Lord Khotun Khan has sent part of the army to dey them..." the other replied, unaware that the prince was listening. Moments ter, they shut the door, leaving the ppletely silent once again.

  "Damn... will I have to go to the north... to the Mongol Empire?" he muttered to himself, feeling a pang of shame.

  If their escape pn was true, he feared what might happen if he remained a prisoner ierritory. Being used as a on against his father and Yi-Ti would be a fate worse thah.

  As he stared at the ground, lost in thought, he suddenly felt something unusual. Lifting his head, he noticed a disturbing silenveloping the area. Though he was the only prisohere, the eerie stillness felt unnatural. He straio hear something, anything, but no sound reached his ears.

  His gaze fell on one of the windows in the room, where he could see the dark sky. Suddenly, a red glow emanated from outside, like fmes illuminating the exterior of the castle.

  Then, out of nowhere, screams shattered the sileside. He began to wonder what was happening as chaos seemed to take over the fortress. He started hearing the etal and the cries of more and more men.

  Men began running down the prison corridors, flinging the door open and rushing toward his cell. They tried to unlock it in a hurry, their desperation evident. Though the prince didn't kly what was happening, it became clear the fortress was being invaded somehow, filling him with hope.

  But then, as Momonosuke watched the men shouting and fumbling to unlock the cells, their attention shifted to the corridor. Their faces turo sheer terror as giant wolves appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The beasts attacked without hesitation, sughtering the men with ferocity. Their screams echoed as the Mongols attempted to fend off the creatures, to no avail.

  The prince backed away from the bars, watg in terrified awe as the wolves killed every st maood frozen, his mind uo prehend what he was seeing. The wolves, t at nearly one and a half to two meters i, stood motionless in front of his cell. It was a horrifying sight.

  The wolves stopped moving after the sughter and fell into silehen, footsteps echoed down the corridor until a familiar figure appeared before his cell. It was Lord Kin'emon of Yin, apanied by a strange man, clearly a fner. His ck of Yi-Ti's characteristic almond-shaped eyes and the strange green circles within them marked him as an outsider. His striking armor and an unfamiliar emblem on his chest further set him apart.

  "Prinonosuke!" Kin'emon murmured, relief evident in his voice.

  "Lord Kin'emon! What's happening?" Momonosuke asked, stunned, his surprise only growing at the sight of the unknown man beside him.

  "We're here to rescue you. We've infiltrated Higashi Fortress, and we're getting you out," Kin'emon replied. The stranger remained silent.

  The man g the wolves, which began to move again. They turoward the prison door and vanished into the corridor. Watg them disappear sent a chill through Momonosuke. Everythi surreal, but he said nothing.

  "Let's go. The wolves have cleared the way," the stranger said calmly, leading the way forward. Kin'emon followed without question, keeping the prince close, helping him out of the cell as Momonosuke struggled to walk. They moved through the fortress corridors until they finally emerged outside, the stranger guiding them with unerring precision.

  Momonosuke was taken aback by the se before him. Outside the fortress, thousands of soldiers cshed in battle, with fmes casting an eerie light on the chaos.

  "What's happening?" he murmured, visibly shaken.

  "We're destroying the st Mongol stronghold in Yi-Ti, Prince. We've defeated them, and now, with your rescue, we will restore the Empire to its flory," Kin'emon replied, carrying the prince over his shoulder as they moved through the chaos.

  The stranger tio lead the way through the fortress, seeming to know every detail of its yout. After some time, they stopped in a more opehere, several men wearing armor with the same emblem as the stranger were gathered, holding their position.

  In front of them stood anroup, led by her than Khotun Khan himself. The Mongol leader stood silently, waiting, his expression dark and brooding.

  "I want three of you to escort the Prince of Yi-Ti out. The path is clear," Jon instructed his men.

  "Jon Artica, are you going to fight Khotun Khan?" Kin'emon murmured in disbelief. Even Lord Shimura, who had arrived at the se, looked at Jon with .

  "Yes. I'll end this now, while you take the prio safety. The victory is already ours," Jon replied indifferently, shrugging as he walked past his men. Without hesitation, he advaoward Khotun Khan, who had been waiting all along, as demanded before Joo rescue the prih Kin'emon.

  "So, you've accepted my challenge," said Khotun Khan, a massive man, rger than Jon, holding a spear in his hands. His voice was ced with sarcasm and disdain.

  ered, Khotun had proposed a duel: single bat. If he won, he demao be escorted out of Yi-Ti safely. Lord Shimura hesitated, and Kin'emon disliked the idea but left with the prind the royal guards.

  "ander, you shouldn't accept his challenge. He's a coward!" Shimura decred indignantly. "I remember the first time he came to our try. One of our samurai challenged him, and he simply set him on fire before he could react. It's not worth fighting this man."

  Jon merely shook his head, fident. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle him," he replied, fully aware that Khotun Khan might use dirty tricks but uerred.

  Silence fell over the area. Everyoepped back, leaving a clear space for the duel. Meanwhile, Kin'emon and the Arti guards escorted Momonosuke out of the fortress through the gate. The prince couldn't see how the fight ended, but something in Jon's gaze indicated that the oute was already decided. Kin'emon and the royal guards trusted Jon to win, though the princed back with lingering questions that would remain unanswered for now.

  Jon faced his enemy for a moment, and Khotun Khan stared bato his eyes.

  "You've caused us much trouble here, fner. At least I'll take you to your death. You'll regret ever ing to these nds," Khotun said with a malicious smile.

  Jon stood his ground, silent, as the Mongol leader remained in pce, his soldiers watg and waiting for the fight to begin.

  Without warning, Khotun grabbed a vial of oil from his belt and threw it to the ground, spreading it around himself and Jon. Quickly, he ighe oil with two special stones, causing an explosion of fmes. He repared to die but inteo take the fn king—who had caused so many problems for the Mongols—with him.

  Khotun uood that Jon was behind the strategies that had crushed his forces. His name was already known and feared even within the Mongol Empire, and the mere mention of him demoralized enemy armies. Khotun hoped that, with Jon elimihe Great Khan could regain trol of Yi-Ti.

  "Jon Artica!" Lord Shimura shouted as the fmes began to spread, engulfing both Jon and Khotun in the Mongol's underhanded ploy. It was a cowardly move, and Khotun Khan seemed willing to sacrifice his own life to kill the fn king. He had no other way out—his army was defeated, and this was his final stand.

  The fire spread rapidly, and Khotun, fident in his victory, began to scream in pain as his skin burned. Desperate, he swallowed poison to hasten his death. What he didn't expect was the absence of screams from the other side. Instead, he heard steady footsteps approag through the fmes. Before he could react, his head was severed in a sirike by a katana that gleamed through the fire, fed of Valyrian steel.

  "It's a shame I have to give you a quick death, but I still need your head intad not burned," Jon remarked, holding Khotun Khan's severed head by the hair. Despite his legs being engulfed in fmes, Jon seemed unfazed. After all, he was a dragon.

  Jon emerged from the fire, carrying Khotun Khan's head. The fmes licked at his armor, but he showed no sign of pain.

  "It seems it's over. someo least throw some water on me?" Jon said calmly.

  One of his men quickly responded, dousing him with water. Lord Shimura, stunned, watched Jon. He was still trying to process what he had just witnessed. Jon had dispyed an ability never before revealed, something beyond on uanding—no one could resist fire like that.

  Meanwhile, otlefield, the Mongols were being sughtered, with only a few managing to flee. The fight was over. The invaders' leader was dead, and the remaining soldiers simply dropped their ons, aowledgi.

  Thus, the eastern province was fully liberated, with Jon Artica g yet another victory in his growing legend, far from his homend.

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