Soul Forging System

"I count one hundred free souls ready for harvesting," Stephan said, his grin never faltering as his Ossuary Sword materialized with a whisper of bone and steel. The blade hummed, resonating with the very essence of the Soul Desert.

"Alright then… let's get started."

The skeletal infantry suddenly halted, shields grounding in the sand as if an invisible command froze them. Stephan raised a brow.

Then he heard it...clack, clack, clack...the sound of bones shifting in unison. The archers stepped forward in perfect discipline, their hollow sockets locking onto him. Without a sound, they drew their bows.

A ripple of dark soul-fire lit their arrowheads.

And then, with eerie synchronicity, a hundred bows loosed.

The air howled as the arrows rained down, blotting out the dim light above, descending like a black storm onto Stephan.

Stephan's face split into a dark grin. Then he vanished in a blur.

By the time the first arrows hit the sand, he was already among them.

To the skeletons, it was chaos, they had no eyes, only hollow sockets, and yet they still couldn't track him. To Stephan, it was symphony. His irises darted left and right at superhuman speed, mapping every weak point, every fracture in their armor, every seam where bone met rusted steel.

The Ossuary Sword howled through the air.

Shhhk! A spear snapped in half.

Crack! A ribcage split wide.

Thunk! A skull flew off and rolled into the sand.

Ding!

[+1 Soul added]

Another sweep, an entire rank collapsed in a rain of shattered bones.

Ding!

[+7 Souls added]

The archers tried loosing again, but Stephan spun through them like a storm. Bone dust exploded in his wake.

Ding!

[+27 Souls added]

Stephan came to a halt, blade dripping with black energy. His grin widened.

"So in this part of the Soul Maw…" he muttered, watching the soul counters climb in his vision, "…I can harvest souls, huh?"

The ground trembled. Behind the broken legion, the armored skeleton captain stepped down from his boulder, dragging a rusted greatsword that screeched across the black stone. Unlike the fodder, this one radiated presence, the soul fire in its sockets burned brighter, almost… intelligent.

"Here comes the mini-boss," Stephan said with a smirk as the captain bolted forward.

They met halfway, steel screaming against steel. Sparks burst in the dark as their blades locked.

"I'm so disappointed," Stephan sneered, pushing against the skeletal knight's rusted greatsword. "I genuinely thought you'd make a better opponent."

With a sudden surge of strength, he shoved the captain back and drove a boot into its hollow ribcage. The creature went flying, smashing against a jagged boulder. One arm snapped clean off, clattering to the sand.

And still it stood.

"How persistent!" Stephan chuckled.

The broken legion swarmed, skeletal feet crunching across the black stones. Arrows rattled, spears lowered. A tide of bone was about to swallow him whole.

Stephan only inhaled deeply, raising the Ossuary Sword. "I've no time to waste here. I've gotta finish before dawn."

The blade trembled in his grip, black fire licking its edge.

"I wonder…" His grin widened. "If I can unleash Whiplash with this sword." He remembered Grief's own devastating strike, and the thought sparked a darker idea. Perhaps there's even a worthy soul here, one I can break, bind, and turn into a servant.

He exhaled slowly. "Whiplash."

The Ossuary Sword screamed. A black arc of flame ripped outward, tearing across the desert like a tidal wave. The sand itself charred into glass where it touched. Skeletons ignited in bursts of soul-fire, their screams a chorus of hollow rattles. Shields melted. Bones split. A hundred figures collapsed in ash.

The night rang with the sound of shattering souls.

Ding!

[+87 Souls added]

Before the survivors could even reform ranks, Stephan blurred through them. The Ossuary Sword carved through skulls and spines with surgical precision.

Ding!

[+100 Souls added]

The battlefield fell silent. The only figure left standing was the captain, staggering forward on one arm, its soul-fire guttering like a candle in the wind.

Stephan tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "I'm afraid this is the end of your captaincy, my friend."

He vanished in a heartbeat, then reappeared behind the knight. The Ossuary Sword traced a merciless arc, splitting helmet and skull in half before curving down through armor and ribcage.

The body crumbled into scattered bones.

Ding!

[+101 Souls added]

Stephan lowered his blade, the black flames fading, his grin carved deeper than ever.

"Now that," he muttered, watching the soul counter climb, "was worth my time."

Ding!

[SOULFORGE DOMINION ACTIVATED]

Options Available for Forging:

[Shadow-bound Servant]

• Cost: 3 standard souls

• Form: Featureless shadow wraith

• Traits: Absolute obedience, silent, limited will

• Power retention: -50%

[Human-form Revenant]

• Cost: 9 standard souls

• Form: Physical, retains original humanlike shape

• Traits: Partial memory & will, can speak, mimic living behavior

• Power retention: 90%

• Risk: Higher corruption bleed-through; potential instability

[Confirm forging path & soul allocation]

Stephan tilted his head, reading the options as if scrolling through a menu only he could see. His Ossuary Sword pulsed faintly, whispering in the back of his mind.

Hmm, I could forge the Captain's soul right now and make a servant out of him… His grin tightened. But this one's weak. A captain of fodder is still fodder. Why waste precious souls on trash?

He dismissed the prompt with a flick of his hand.

No. The real deal is up there, Stephan thought, gazing up the sheer black mountain where the air itself seemed to bleed soul-energy. That's where the real harvest begins. If I take down whatever rules this peak, I'll forge something worthy… something strong enough to stand by my side in this death game.

The Captain's lingering soul flared briefly, then vanished into his counter, absorbed but unclaimed.

"I'll decline… for now," Stephan muttered with a smile, stepping over the fallen bones. His eyes locked on the winding path curling up the mountainside.

"Boss fight awaits."

Stephan began his ascent, boots grinding over the jagged black stones of the mountain path. The way curved upward in slow spirals, its carved steps too deliberate to be natural. This wasn't just a mountain, it was a place of worship. Or a tomb. The path reeked of sanctity corrupted, like he was trespassing on a shrine built for the dead.

The higher he climbed, the heavier the air pressed down. The soul-energy thickened into something tangible, gnawing at his skin and lungs like invisible hands. Each step forward was a challenge to willpower itself.

Then the ground trembled. A low, rolling rumble shook loose gravel down the slopes.

Not thunder, Stephan realized, his grin spreading. That's movement. A horde.

Pebbles rattled at his feet as the sound swelled. The mountain echoed with clattering bones, scraping metal, the synchronized march of thousands.

Stephan tilted his head back and laughed under his breath, sliding the Ossuary Sword free in a slow, savoring draw.

"An army, huh? Finally." His irises gleamed with excitement. "You're still nothing compared to what I faced in the Abyssal Realm. Come on then… bring it on."

The first wave burst into view. They rode down the incline on skeletal steeds, hooves hammering like war drums. Unlike the bare-boned fodder below, these riders bore scraps of withered flesh clinging to their frames. Old sinew stretched taut over bone, like the remnants of life refused to let go. Their empty sockets burned faintly with pale light.

Each carried rusted spears and chipped swords, yet they moved with the discipline of knights.

Stephan's grin widened as the lead rider lowered its spear.

"Cavalry, huh? Now we're talking."

Behind the skeletal riders came the rest of the army, lines upon lines of shambling infantry. Rust-pocked swords, spears, and shields scraped against each other as they marched in lockstep, their hollow jaws clattering like a grotesque chant. The mountain path that had once been silent now pulsed with the drumbeat of a thousand feet.

But what made Stephan's grin sharpen was the figure at the front.

One rider was different. His steed was no bleached frame but a horse of rotting flesh, its muscles twitching beneath patches of mottled skin, steam rising from its nostrils like breath from the grave. The rider himself still bore flesh stretched taut across his bones, his armored chestplate not rusted but whole, his helmet glinting with faint traces of silver. His eyes glowed not pale like the fodder but a deep crimson, filled with wiht something closer to life than death.

A commander. Maybe even higher.

Stephan tilted his head, chuckling. "So the souls in this realm really are organized. Not just wandering scraps of bone… no, they answer to something. To someone." His grip on the Ossuary Sword tightened, the veins on his forearm bulging. "If I'm right, that fancy bastard is about to give the order."

As if on cue, the commander rose in the saddle. His aura flared, a ripple of power that made the lesser dead stiffen as one. He drew a longsword from his side, the metal blackened, and raised it toward the sky. The horde fell into silence, an eerie hush that swallowed even the wind.

Stephan's grin widened, the thrill humming in his chest. "Tch. Hope I don't need to go all out for underlings. Wouldn't want to waste my best tricks before the real boss."

The commander lowered the blade, pointing it straight at Stephan. The crimson in his eyes flared like burning coals.

The silence broke.

The cavalry thundered forward, skeletal hooves crushing the black stones, spears lowering in perfect unison. The infantry behind them roared in hollow screams, shields locking into ranks, their rusty blades raised high as they began the charge.

The mountain itself shook under the weight of the dead.

Stephan raised his sword, exhaling a calm, deliberate breath. His shadow stretched long across the stone path as he whispered to himself, voice carrying a thrill of hunger.

"Now that's more like it."