The walls of Spawnhold, once filled with shouting orders and scattered panic, had fallen into an unnatural silence.
All eyes were on the battlefield.
Thousands of soldiers, siege weapons, and enemies pushed back... by one man.
The wind carried the sound of tal clashing and bones breaking. But up here, it felt like the world had stopped.
Young Commander Aki, who once sneered at the idea of trusting a farr, leaned forward, gripping the edge of the battlent.
His lips parted. A whisper slipped out.
"He’s... pushing them back."
No one answered at first. Most couldn’t.
General Marvik, ever proud, ever composed, was slack-jawed.
"That’s... not normal. How is there soone like that?" he said, voice low. "What is he? He’s insane..."
Beside him, Elder Simon watched with calm eyes, as if he had been expecting this all along.
"No," Simon said. "He’s not insane. He’s the storm they weren’t ready for."
Denise stood a few steps away, hands clenched tight around the stone railing. Her knuckles were white.
She didn’t speak.
Her heart was pounding, and not from fear alone.
There was fear, yes, but tangled with sothing else. Sothing deeper.
Hope.
"So that’s the one behind the fall of king Geoffrey?" she thought.
—-----
On the battlefield, blood stained the grass. The roars of war didn’t stop, but sothing had changed.
Flas burst from the ground as General Lander swung his sword in a wide arc. The fire roared, and dozens of locusts burned midair, their wings curling in the heat.
He stood in the middle of the battlefield now, surrounded by smoke, steel, and screams.
His breath was steady.
The swarm still kept coming.
Lander gritted his teeth and slashed again.
His blade howled, and a shockwave of fire burst out with the swing.
It exploded in all directions, like a ring of fla crashing through the swarm.
Locusts burned midair. Their bodies curled and dropped like ash.
The ground around him turned black, cracked, and is smoking.
For a mont, the battlefield near him was empty.
For a second, just a second, he looked beyond the fire.
And he saw him.
Isaac.
Covered in blood and dust. His axe glowing. His sickles are dripping. Moving alone, but not alone. The battlefield bent around him. Soldiers died just trying to get close.
"That’s not a farr," Lander muttered, voice low.
"That’s death... wrapped in skin."
He raised his hand and shouted over the battlefield noise.
"Kaltros! Gromma! Silveth!"
His voice carried like a blade through the smoke.
Three shadows broke from the chaos, elite soldiers who had been killing the swarm near the flanks.
The first to arrive was Kaltros the Frost Fang. Cold mist followed his footsteps. His long coat shimred with frost. His expression was emotionless.
"It’s just one man," Kaltros said quietly.
"I’ll freeze him in place before he speaks another word."
Next was Gromma the Wrecking Chain. His massive body slamd into the ground like a siege weapon. The heavy spiked ball dragged behind him, tearing a trail of dirt.
"I like farrs," Gromma said with a grin.
"They scream the loudest when you break their legs."
And finally, Silveth the Blink Blade appeared in a flicker of speed. Dual daggers in hand. His movent was smooth, like he was dancing through air.
"Fifteen seconds," Silveth smirked.
"That’s all I need."
Lander didn’t look impressed.
He watched Isaac one more ti. Still standing. Still fighting. Still pushing back an army.
Lander’s voice dropped low.
"Then stop talking."
He tightened his grip on his sword.
"Go. Kill him."
The ground rumbled softly beneath Isaac’s feet.
He felt it before he saw them, three sharp forces locking onto his body like invisible blades.
[Warning: Class S enemies approaching.]
Isaac’s eyes narrowed.
From the haze of dust and fire, three shadows moved.
They weren’t like the others.
They didn’t charge.
They cut through the chaos like they owned the war.
—-----
The first to step out was Kaltros the Frost Fang. Kaltros didn’t speak at first. He simply raised one gloved hand.
"Ice won’t care if you’re special," he said coldly.
"Frost Coffin."
The temperature dropped.
The ground groaned.
Ice snaked up from the dirt, wrapping around Isaac’s boots before he could react.
Isaac gritted his teeth and pulled free with a sharp swing of his sickle.
Behind him, a spike of ice exploded out of the ground. He barely moved in ti.
Then another.
And another.
Kaltros didn’t chase him.
He didn’t even flinch.
He stood still, casting from a distance, turning the battlefield into a frozen cage.
Isaac narrowed his eyes, then threw his axe.
[Skill Activated: Reaper’s Boorang]
The spinning weapon tore through the air and shattered the ice wall near Kaltros’s feet, forcing him to back away.
Finally, a reaction.
But before Isaac could breathe, light flashed above him.
He looked up.
Too late.
Silveth’s twin daggers ca down fast. One aid for his neck, the other for his side.
Isaac blocked both with his sickles.
tal clashed. Sparks flew.
He stepped back, but Silveth vanished again.
"Blink Step."
He reappeared behind Isaac. A stab aid for his spine.
Isaac ducked, rolled, and countered with a slash from his left hand.
But Silveth wasn’t there anymore.
A cocky voice echoed nearby.
"You’re faster than I thought, Farr."
Isaac didn’t reply. His eyes were already scanning for the third.
He didn’t have to look far.
The ground rumbled.
Then, boom.
A massive chain smashed into the battlefield like a falling boulder.
Dirt flew. The ground split. Isaac was forced to leap back.
At the end of that chain was a monster of a man, Gromma. Towering, armored, grinning wide.
"Earthbreaker Swing!"
The chained ball ca flying again, whistling through the air.
Isaac dodged, but the impact still sent him sliding.
A crater ford where he had just been standing.
Three Class S enemies.
Each different.
Each dangerous.
And none of them holding back.
Isaac’s chest rose and fell. Sweat dripped down his brow.
He exhaled.
Then steadied himself.
His vision sharpened.
Everything else blurred out.
"Alright," Isaac said softly.
"Make bleed."
His eyes locked onto them, unwavering.
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