Bang! Bang!
Epoch Breaker whined in Damien’s hands, a soft chanical cry heralding a rain of devastation. Bullets faster than the speed of sound scread across the battlefield, cutting through armored rats like red-hot blades through paper.
Damien stood atop the wall, a reaper bathed in the glow of mana and death, unshaken amidst the chaos. Each trigger pull unleashed a divine judgnt upon the tide below, wave after wave of gleaming rats shredded into mangled heaps.
[Acceleration Exp 66]
[Acceleration Exp 78]
Prompts flickered at the edge of his vision, but he paid them no heed. His focus remained razor-sharp, a cold blade pointed at the horde.
The flow of mana within him surged in violent bursts. As soon as his reserves thinned, his Acceleration talent kicked into overdrive, yanking Amma from the atmosphere at a frantic pace. Even so, the Epoch Breaker’s hunger was monstrous, and Damien struggled to keep up, feeling the familiar drain sink into his bones.
The barrel of the weapon glowed a fierce, angry orange, spitting arcs of heated mana and fla. The scorching air slapped against the soldiers stationed atop the wall, washing over them like relentless ocean waves.
Yet none of them flinched.
Every pair of eyes remained locked on the scene before them, mouths parted in stunned disbelief.
Where Damien’s bullets landed, armored rat corpses piled in grotesque mountains. Rivers of blood soaked into the cracked dirt, the once overwhelming rat tide now slowed to a chaotic crawl. Thousands—no, tens of thousands—fell beneath his relentless assault.
If it were any other man, he would have collapsed from mana exhaustion long ago. But not Damien.
Both of his talents—Acceleration and Enhanced Recovery—worked together seamlessly, sustaining the massacre.
Ti blurred. Seconds stretched into agonizing eternity.
Slowly, sothing shifted among the soldiers. Beyond the shock, a new emotion stirred in their eyes—an ugly, desperate greed.
"What if I had that weapon?"
The thought word its way into their hearts. In the minds of so of them, Damien’s terrifying might was not his own—it belonged to the weapon he wielded. They reasoned that if they, too, possessed such a tool, they could beco gods of the battlefield.
But none dared move. None dared voice their envy. The difference between them and Damien felt too wide to even dream of crossing.
anwhile, General Clayn Maroone watched, a bitter, conflicted emotion brewing in his heart.
"Could I do the sa?"
He imdiately shook his head.
Even as a Silver Rank, trained for decades in warfare, he knew the truth: the devastation Damien unleashed was far beyond him. Perhaps if he went all-out, expending every last drop of mana, he could briefly mimic such power—but it would last only minutes before he crumbled.
"Wait... does that an..."
"No... that’s not possible."
For a fleeting mont, a terrifying possibility crossed his mind—that Damien’s mana reserves might exceed his own. But he quickly discarded the thought. Such a thing was impossible. Mana reserves were strictly tied to one’s Rank, a law that none could defy.
Clayn’s gaze darkened.
Beside him, Anek—cold and silent as ever—gripped his sword tightly. A muttered whisper escaped his lips, too soft for anyone to hear, his knuckles whitening.
Could the sword achieve what the gun could?
He did not know. But watching Damien, doubt gnawed at his convictions.
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Unaware of the growing turbulence behind him, Damien remained stoic.
His eyes, cold and rciless, locked on the battlefield ahead. Under the furious onslaught of mana bullets, the monstrous tide wavered and began to retreat, their once unstoppable montum shattered.
Then, his voice thundered atop the wall, sharp and commanding:
"Stop gawking and move!"
The words cracked like a whip across the soldiers’ spines. Awakened from their stupor, they jolted upright, iron resolve reigniting in their hearts.
"Follow the Crown Prince—ATTACK!!"
"Obliterate these filthy beasts!!"
Their cries rose like a tidal wave, feverish and electrified. The hopeless despair that had gripped them earlier was swept away by burning determination.
With a grim smile touching his lips, Damien leapt off the wall.
A ripple of force spread from his landing, dust spiraling around him. The soldiers, now roaring with newfound courage, charged after him, their swords flashing under the dying afternoon sun.
Damien didn’t slow.
He had to close the distance. Epoch Breaker’s effective range, while devastating, was not infinite. Getting closer would maximize its killing efficiency.
He had barely taken a few strides into the field of carnage when—THUD!—a heavy impact rumbled behind him.
Without looking back, Damien caught the scene from the corner of his eye.
A familiar figure hurtled forward, cloaked in a fierce silver glow.
Clayn Maroone.
"Heheh... let loosen up a little..." the grizzled general muttered, an old battle-lust flaring in his eyes.
In one brutal motion, Clayn’s foot slamd into the ground. The air cracked, a visible shockwave blasting outward as he propelled himself forward like a cannonball.
In the blink of an eye, he overtook Damien.
Boom!
A cluster of armored rats in his path exploded into mangled chunks of flesh and armor under a single punch.
The sheer power behind the blow caused even the reinforced earth beneath their feet to tremble.
Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto Clayn’s retreating back.
Hmmm.
For a brief mont, a subtle fire kindled in Damien’s cold heart—not of rivalry, but of sothing deeper.
Clayn’s raw power was fearso, worthy of admiration. Yet even now, Damien knew—this battle, this war—they would have to reach even higher.
Much higher.
Because this was only the beginning.
While Damien was thinking he felt a violent fluctuation in the distance.
Not wasting any more ti he moved.
The whitish silver glow of acceleration enveloping his body, causing it to imdiately accelerate to its limit.
Imdiately Damien Body turned into a blur of white light catching up with Clayn.
The armoured rats that tried to attack him were imdiately gunned down without rcy.
Just at this mont, his eyes narrowed.
A group of five to four people were surrounded by Normal than larger looking Armoured rats.
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