While the clang of swords echoed through the capital and warriors doused themselves in the musk of war — gas, oil, and sweat — F31Roger chose a different path.

After teleporting his base to the battlefield, he stepped into the cold stone shower chamber beneath the barracks, steam rising like a quiet rebellion against the chaos outside. As others sharpened blades, he sharpened his aura.

And when he emerged, armor gleaming and hair still damp, he reached for the one thing that would set him apart: Axe Dark Temptation.

A single spritz. Then another. The scent — rich chocolate, spice, and defiance — wrapped around him like a second cape. Not for intimidation. Not for dominance. But for presence.

When he walked into the battlefield, heads turned. Not because he was the strongest. Not because he was the loudest. But because he smelled like someone who came not to fight… …but to be remembered.

In the shadow of the capital’s obsidian walls, banners of many Alliances fluttered in the wind, each one carried by a suitor who came with sharpened steel and sharpened pride. The queen stood atop the steps of the citadel, her crimson cape trailing like spilled wine, her eyes glowing RED with the fire of a thousand battles.

They came to battle her. 

But he came to see her.

F31Roger did not unsheathe his blade or bore no challenge. While others roared their names into the storm, he simply walked — through the crowd, through the tension, through the centuries of tradition — and stood before her.

She looked down, expecting another warrior. Instead, she found a moment.

Amidst the swirling dust and the thunder of TvT battle, this regular soldier found himself approaching closely to the queen. He was a lower class Ronin Samurai, that followed the Bushido code, and yet his gaze kept returning to her, a silent admiration burning in his heart.

“My lower level and inexperience would definitely show in the battlefield, but my chance to get a picture with the queen has increased my courage with extra speed ups.“ He thought to himself.

Two souls meet in the chaos and bloodshed of a battlefield. They are from opposing sides, their eyes locking across the smoke-filled expanse.

Queen Eve, adorned in gleaming silver armor, her ruby red eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield, was a formidable sight. Her presence alone inspired her soldiers, a beacon of strength amidst the clashing swords and war cries. Yet, even a queen, in moments of intense pressure, could be vulnerable.

The battlefield fades away for a minute. In this small, shielded space, they find a shared humanity that transcends the uniforms they wear. A fragile bond forms, a secret garden of connection blooming in a wasteland of destruction. As more Void tanks in the distance start to converge, they know they must return to their respective sides. They will meet again, perhaps when the war is over…

 In a lull, as they briefly caught their breath, their eyes met. For a fleeting second, amidst the death and destruction, a spark ignited. A shared understanding, a recognition of courage and perhaps, something more, passed between them. It was a silent acknowledgment of a connection that transcended their Alliances and Servers….

F31roger’s mind ENVISIONED…

THE REALITY…

 

But the moment was shattered when VOID tanks came to the aid of the Queen. The battle resumed with renewed ferocity, pulling them apart. The romantic flicker was extinguished, replaced by the grim reality of war. Queen Eve, regaining her composure, issued commands, her voice ringing with authority.

 F31Roger, his heart still thrumming from their brief connection, quickly returned to his base. The image of her ruby red eyes etched in his mind. The server war had reclaimed both of them, but for a precious instant, something beautiful had bloomed on the battlefield.

After the encounter and before the Server portal closed… F31Roger sent a discrete package that wouldn’t raise suspicion.