The tent was silent.

The air smelled of steel, ash, and anticipation.

Taehyung stood at the head of the war table, black armor darkened with gold across the chest the sigil of the Empire burning deep on his cape.

His presence alone made even the torches flicker with caution.

Around the map, the generals assembled.

Yoongi leaned forward, sharp-eyed and lethal in midnight armor. "They're planning a three-prong ambush from the valley, but they're underestimating our scouts."

Namjoon, robed in scholar-warrior armour with scrolls tucked beside his blade, added calmly,

"The eastern cliff is unguarded. If we push Jimin and Hoseok's units through the ravine here-" he pointed "....we flank them before they know we've moved."

Jin, already in ceremonial armor as the empire's shield, nodded. "I'll guard the rear lines. No one touches the castle."

Jimin smirked, rolling his neck. "Let me take the aerial squad. Our dragons need fresh fire."

Hoseok, dual sabers strapped to his back, cracked his knuckles. "Let them come. I haven't danced in days."

The shadows shifted.

Jungkook entered last.

Dressed in white and black, his white hair dusted with moonlight, face cold and unreadable.

All heads turned.

Taehyung's jaw tightened not with anger, but something deeper.

He smells... different.

"Position?" Yoongi asked, eyeing the young warrior.

"West flank" Jungkook said smoothly, voice low. "Where their commander rides. I want his head."

"No one's giving orders to themselves" Taehyung interrupted, voice firm.

Jungkook met his eyes. "I'm not taking orders from anyone."

The tension could slice steel.

Then Taehyung smirked, just slightly.

"...Fine. You get the commander. But stay within sight."

Kuro snorted. "That's not happening."

---

Mist blanketed the valley. Enemy standards rose like spears through the fog....the mark of the enemy, taunting them.

They had dragons. They had numbers. They had magic.

But Taehyung had something more.

He had loyalty, legends.

Moreover, He had Jungkook.✨

The King mounted his black warhorse, blade at his hip, crown glinting like bloodied starlight.

As his soldiers bowed low, he raised his arm and bellowed

"For the Empire.....BURN THE TRAITORS TO ASH!"

The battlefield answered in unison

"FOR THE KING!"

---

Jimin's dragons tore through the skies, their fire lighting the morning into gold and flame. Wings beat like war drums above enemy lines.

Hoseok landed first, sabers slicing through foot soldiers with savage grace. He spun, flipped, and cut down five men in one breath.

Yoongi stood atop the central tower, spells on his tongue, arrows enchanted with runes. One by one, enemy commanders fell, faces frozen in horror.

Namjoon and Jin led the backlines, defending healers and scholars, their formation unbreakable, a wall of blades and brilliance.

But at the center of chaos

Taehyung rode like death itself.

His sword was a blur of crimson and bone. His wolf snarled through him, a beast of godlike fury.

Each swing ended lives, each order turned tides. The enemy tried to reach him but none returned.

----

They called him the White Wolf for a reason.

Jungkook was wind in the fog, a flicker of white slicing through bodies like a cursed blade. He didn't kill. He erased.

Kuro fought, howling with fury. Together, they tore through the commander's guards like paper.

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For hours, the battlefield raged.

Smoke hung thick in the air. Ash stuck to the skin like blood's shadow.

Cries of agony, of battle-lust, of death echoed across the valley. The war had turned brutal.

Jungkook's blades were red now soaked to the hilt. His breath came ragged. Every inch of him ached.

But he moved like a ghost a blur between bodies, wind laced in death.

He limped, wounded but unyielding, eyes blazing like storm blue.

Then came him.

The enemy general.

Clad in spiked obsidian armor, towering and cruel-eyed. His axe was nearly the size of Jungkook's body, dripping with dark enchantments and stolen blood.

"You're the king's bitch, aren't you?" the general spat. "Let's see what he screams like when I drag your corpse to his throne."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed.

"You talk too much."

He attacked first. Fast and Precise.

But the general was a monster laughing through wounds, swinging with power that shook the earth.

Their blades clashed again and again, sparks flying. The forest around them burned. Ground cracked beneath their feet. Blood sprayed from open wounds on both sides.

Suddenly Jimin lunged in

But the general struck him midair with the flat of his axe, sending him crashing into a rock wall with a sickening crunch.

"Hyung!!"

Jungkook screamed and in that split-second, he hesitated.

The axe came down.

Straight into Jungkook's side.

CRACK........

His ribs shattered.

He dropped to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth.

The glow beneath his armor flickered.

The general loomed over him. "Let's see what's inside a glowing whore."

He raised the axe again.....

Jungkook died.......Along with his children

The End

SIKEEE! just kidding😂

Let's countinue....... ☠️

The general loomed over him.

"Let's see what's inside a glowing whore."

He raised the axe again.....

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!".

The voice split the sky.

Taehyung.

Cloak shredded, crown gone, armor smeared in blood, eyes glowing molten Lava.

His sword was already mid-swing.

He didn't just block the axe.

He shattered it.

Metal split like paper under divine fury. The general stumbled back, stunned but Taehyung wasn't done.😌💅

He dropped his sword.

And lunged with bare hands.

"YOU DARE TOUCH WHAT'S MINE?!"

He tore into the man fists, elbows, blade-hilt.

Every strike cracked bone, broke flesh. The general screamed.

Taehyung was a king no longer.......

He was wrath.

V howled so loud it echoed through the mountains.

When he lifted the enemy general by the throat, the man clawed at him, wheezing, weeping.

"My name" Taehyung growled, "is King Taehyung of the Crimson Empire."

He snapped the man's neck like a twig.

"And that" he hissed, turning to Jungkook, "is my queen."
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Taehyung dropped to his knees beside Jungkook.

"Jungkook...baby! look at me-" he cupped his face, voice cracking. "Stay awake."

Blood poured from Jungkook's side. His eyes fluttered.

"I... couldn't... let him win..." Jungkook whispered.

Taehyung's hands pressed hard against the wound. His own blood mixed with Jungkook's.

"Stay awake. Please! don't leave me- I felt it.....I know now.....I know you're carrying our child-!"

Jungkook's lips curved faintly. "Took you... long enough."

His body began to slump.

"NO!" Taehyung screamed. "MEDICS! JIN! YOONGI! NOW!!"
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Yoongi limped, arm shredded, still firing spells from the other hand.

Jimin had burn marks across his chest, dragon downed behind him.

Hoseok was unconscious, blade snapped in half, chest rising faintly.

Jin carried Namjoon, bleeding from a head wound, both barely standing.

They'd all given everything.

The field was littered with broken weapons, dead enemies, and shattered flags..........

BUT....................