The Multiverse Hunter

VOOOOOM

The dread of dragonfire still clung to the torn field like a nightmare that refused to die — charred bodies and smouldering plates of armour littered the blackened grass. Some knights, half-melted and limping, clawed at smouldering breastplates just to breathe. Others forced themselves back into a fight that had already left them behind — blades raised, eyes flicking constantly skyward at the shape circling overhead.

Their horror found new teeth when the clouds parted again — not with fire this time, but with raw, cutting force. A piercing wind screamed across the scorched valley as a second colossus tore through the clouds: a great green dragon descending like a scythe.

"ANOTHER ONE, SHIELDSSSSS!" Kale's roar cracked through the panic — his throat raw, eyes wide behind soot-streaked steel. Knights, trembling and half-burned, snapped to his order by sheer instinct. Aura flared — battered shields slammed together, each battered man feeding the last scraps of strength into the invisible walls that might just buy them one more breath.

But above them, Eldora was a thing beyond mortal shields. Her emerald wings folded tight against her ribs as she plummeted, wind howling around her vast bulk like a hurricane trapped in scale and sinew. And then — at the precise heartbeat Ali had chosen — she opened.

WOOOOOOOOOOOSH

The wind erupted like a god's slap across the battlefield. Her wings carved the air, turning sky to blade — and the smouldering fire below, which had only just begun to sputter into embers, roared back to demonic life. Tornadoes of flame coiled up like grasping hands, licking across steel, tearing through unsteady aura like paper. The burning wind whipped the fire into swirling infernos that clawed across armour and flesh alike.

AHHHHHHHHHH

UGH!

COUGH COUGH COUGH!

Knights staggered, hacking black soot that seared their lungs raw. Some dropped to their knees as their last reserves of aura gave out, eyes wide as burning air scraped them hollow from the inside. Some simply fell, armour still hot enough to weld their bones inside the blackened plates.

For the men who'd survived Abeloth's flames by sheer stubbornness or luck, Eldora's wind buried them. The battlefield vanished beneath a rising tide of oily smoke, a crawling storm of embers and human screams.

"NO—!" Kale's bellow rang out — raw desperation ripping through his throat as he watched boys he'd raised like sons crumple into glowing heaps. Knights he'd personally trained, armoured, trusted — swept away by ancient monsters that no peasant steel could hope to defy. Dragons were not foes. Dragons were disasters — the kind lords whispered about in fire-lit halls but never truly believed they'd face.

Only two figures now stood upright in the carnage: Kale himself, and the Black Knight of Cinder. The giant slaver-born commander stood among the half-burned corpses of his own men, black helm flicking down to the charred hands that reached for him in the dirt. He watched them writhe — and gave them nothing. He had never cared. His massive blade rested on his shoulder like a farmer's axe waiting for a stubborn tree.

Both men turned in unison when the air shifted behind them — something heavy and alive landing silent in the soft ash.

SMASH

A swirl of cinders danced around a lone figure clad in black, a gold-marked mask the only break in the soot. Ali stood where the flame and wind met, boots half-buried in charred earth — as if the storm that devoured a hundred men parted just to crown him king of its ruin.

Ali's eyes flicked from one knight to the other behind his mask — then, almost lazily, he lifted a hand and flicked the mask away, letting the gold vanish into nothing with a pulse of the interface. His true face glowed in the haze: calm, unsmiling, utterly unbothered by the scorched madness.

"I don't need this now I suppose," he said, voice flat as the smouldering wind. The words floated through the hush that followed, almost casual.

Kale's nostrils flared — ash streaked his temple where sweat had carved channels through soot.

"YOU. You're Ali. You're the one who controls those dragons, aren't you!!!" His tone cracked like steel snapping on an anvil. His aura burned outward in a bright, furious flare — orange light cutting through the black haze. His longsword hissed where aura met air. A perfect stance — a soldier's stance.

The Black Knight of Cinder shifted on the other side— a silent giant draped in ragged authority and old pain. His monstrous blade dropped from his shoulder to the dirt, its point sinking deep. Blue aura bled out in cold waves that hissed when they brushed the embers, rolling off his broad back like ghostly steam. His knees bent, muscles tensing like coiled steel wire — the stance of a brute trained to strike fast and kill faster.

The burnt earth between them trembled as both men fixed Ali with the same look: the promise that they would die before yielding him another step of ground.

The wind carried the ghost of Eldora's wings above — the air still humming with her last strike.

Ali only tilted his head, measuring both men with the same quiet stare. Somewhere behind that blank expression — behind the black eyes that gave away nothing — the butcher's grin waited its turn.

In the centre of that charred, shifting battlefield, Ali stood perfectly still — his eyes closed as if the smoke and ruin around him didn't exist at all.

In his right hand rested a handle unlike any hilt the two knights had ever seen: a strange, alien thing that whispered a power they couldn't name. But their eyes didn't linger. They'd faced beasts, mages, and knights — they'd survived to stand here through sheer skill and bitter scars. This was no different. They were ready. Words were pointless now.

"Force…" Ali murmured. The word drifted from his lips — soft, almost lazy — just as the two knights surged forward like unleashed hounds, feet ripping the ruined dirt. Twin trails of aura sliced through the drifting ash, the smoke parting in pale ribbons as they charged.

Kale's blade swung down in an arc meant to cleave Ali in half from crown to sternum — the captain's massive black sword swept low, his whole giant frame coiled like a bear ready to tear Ali's side wide open with one brutal swing.

"Sense…" Ali breathed the second word at the last possible instant.

And his Force Sense returned to him — not the crude, wavering rush of the first time but a blade honed to an edge. In that heartbeat the world unfolded for Ali: every swing, every ounce of pressure behind the blades, the faint tremble of intention that preceded motion — all of it laid bare in exquisite detail.

'I can see it…', His mind snapped awake as if his veins pumped pure lightning. 'I can see the attacks, the weight, the angles — their will, their fear, the cracks in their resolve. All of it is here, waiting for me to choose how they die.'

His fingers closed tighter on the handle — and his lightsaber flared alive with a thunderous hiss, its long cross-guard blade a screaming bar of crimson that carved a red wound through the air.

The knights flinched for the briefest heartbeat at the searing glow — a weapon like no other — but they didn't break. They committed. Two masters who'd cut through dozens on fields far from here.

BLOCK

UGH

Ali caught Kale's furious downward strike with the lightsaber one-handed. Sparks flew as the burning red beam scraped the edge of Kale's roaring orange aura. At the same time, Ali's free hand lifted with casual certainty — and the black knight's swing slammed into an invisible wall mid-motion, steel ringing against air that refused to give way.

Kale's teeth ground together in disbelief — that a single arm could catch his power and hold it there. The captain strained, veins bulging under battered armour as his blade pressed against nothing. He could feel it — the air itself was solid.

'This was something I wasn't able to do before'… Ali's mind flashed back to the Demi-humans that once hunted him through the forest — his Force, too weak to cage their primal aura. But now…

A devil's smirk cut across his lips. His black eyes drifted toward the captain.

"The Force is stronger within me…" Ali said, his tone as casual as if he were remarking on the weather. The words meant nothing to his enemies.

He flicked his hand down. The captain screamed as if the ground had swallowed him whole — his massive frame smashed into the scorched dirt with a loud CRUNCH, carving a new crater where he hit. Dust and black ash burst up around the pit like a burial shroud.

Kale's eyes flew wide. Shock tore through him. 'What is HE? WHO IS HE?' The questions clawed at him even as instinct slammed the horror down — there was no room for it. Ali was turning — the devil's grin still there — pressing forward into Kale's blade with the red saber.

SPARK SPARK

Kale's sword sparked again and again as Ali met him blow for blow. Twice Ali swung — impossible speed, each strike driving sparks from Kale's aura-bound edge. A third strike spun from nowhere — but this time, Ali let the lightsaber fly free from his grip just as Kale's blade caught it.

Kale's eyes snapped wide. He dropped it? His mind barely processed it before instinct snarled kill — his sword slashed out, hungry for Ali's unguarded throat.

But Ali was already gone from its path, a casual sidestep that mocked the effort. Behind Kale, the lightsaber obeyed its master's will —.

Ali's hand shot forward — open fingers a breath from Kale's breastplate.

"FUCK—!" Kale roared, pure fight-or-die reflex saving him as his armoured hand caught Ali's wrist mid-thrust. His instincts shrieked: Don't let him touch you — or you won't stand up again.

Orange aura detonated across Kale's back like a living wall, the force of it pulling Ali's arm sideways as Kale spun to face him fully, dragging him in — at the same time his longsword swung for Ali's gut while the rogue saber chased him from behind.

It was a beautiful, desperate play — the kind only a master would gamble.

"So easy…" Ali said aloud, a whisper that dug into Kale's skull like a spike. Ali's Force Sense drank the whole manoeuvre like sweet wine — the desperate feint, the braced foot, the hopeful kill stroke — he saw it before it was born.

CRACK

Kale's eyes bulged wide in raw disbelief as the sickening sound tore through the battlefield roar.

His arm — the arm gripping Ali's wrist like iron — twisted backward with an inhuman snap. Bone shredded flesh, a jagged splinter of white ripping through skin and scraping against the inside of his armour. Ali's fingers didn't so much as flinch — he'd simply pushed, the Force coiling through his wrist like a loaded spring.

UGH

A strangled grunt forced its way from Kale's throat but his mind — iron-forged by years of training — refused to break. Pain blurred the edges of his vision but his instinct roared louder. He shoved every flickering ember of aura down his good arm, flooding his longsword until it blazed a furious orange.

If that blade found Ali's flesh, even for an instant, it would cut through him like paper — maybe enough to kill him outright. Maybe.

But that was a dream — a dying wish.

TWIST

Ali's body slipped sideways in one clean, coiled motion, the blade hissing harmlessly through empty air where he'd stood a heartbeat ago. In that opening — that perfect, fatal window — Ali's Force-fed senses made the moment shine like a torch in the dark. He felt it more than saw it: Kale's will fracture, the shape of his spirit crumbling as his sword cleaved nothing but smoke.

Ali's hand drifted behind Kale's head, palm closing around the top of his helmet.

TWIST

CRACK

This time it wasn't Ali's body turning — it was Kale's head. The old lord's neck folded like damp twine under Ali's hand, helmet and skull spinning the full circle with an ugly pop that echoed across the silent dead. That iron body — honed by decades swinging a sword — couldn't save him now.

Kale's corpse crashed to the scorched earth like a felled oak.

"LOOOOOOORD—!"

What was left of Nolan's knights — those few ragged survivors crouched behind their baron's bulk for a shred of hope — watched that hope crumple at Ali's feet. The sight of it cracked something in them open. Their battered aura guttered into one last flame of rage that made them forget the black smoke, the burned steel, the clawing stink of death.

Rage so raw they didn't see the purple eyes blooming in the shadows behind them.

BITE. CRUNCH.

Shadow's colossal jaws clamped down from the murk, fangs like ivory guillotines. Two knights vanished in a single snap, armour splitting like tin under the dragon's monstrous bite. Another vanished down his throat whole — a muffled shriek cut short by Shadow's slithering fade back into the haze. The battlefield behind Ali was cleansed of noise — only ash and bone left to tell the tale.

AAAAAAAAAH—

Ali didn't have time to relish it. He dipped low in a blur as a black blade screeched overhead — the knight captain's bellow of fury rolling through the charred field like thunder. The giant was a beast now — his aura deepening, turning from bright blue to something thicker, darker. Rage seethed from him in waves — a sign of raw evolution that most men never reached.

Ali didn't strike back. He welcomed the storm.

DUCK

WEAVE

SIDESTEP

DEFLECT

Again and again the giant swung — each savage blow strong enough to fell an ox. But Ali slipped through the arcs like drifting smoke. He didn't raise a hand. Didn't even open his eyes. His feet drew perfect little pivots in the ash. The knight howled behind his visor, swinging harder, faster — but the man he swung at might as well have been a ghost.

Ali's hands rested behind his back now — chin tilted as if bored by this display.

It still needs work. His mind was calm. He felt everything — 'the dying tremors of rage in Nolan's last knights as Shadow feasted, the seething hate burning in Thomas as he fought for his stolen love. These echoes bleed into my sense… I'll have to refine it, filter the noise out myself next time'. A thought. A note for later.

'Enough testing.'

He felt the next swing before the giant even decided to make it. A massive overhead chop, perfect form, brute force behind every fibre. Ali stepped into the arc — right hand lifting — Force Sense drawing a neat circle around the gap in that mountain of muscle and plate.

His fist paused an inch from the armoured breastplate.

"Go to sleep…" Ali's voice was soft, almost kind. The captain's blade swished wide. His eyes flicked down just in time to see the fist bloom toward him like a red star.

BANG

The punch crashed through the thick black steel as if it were paper. The raw impact rattled the giant's ribs like a drumbeat. He staggered once, massive boots sliding through scorched soil, blade clattering from numb fingers — then his eyes rolled back and he folded backward, aura snuffed like a candle in the wind.

Ali's shadow fell over him as the giant hit the dirt — out cold before his head even struck the ground.

[Personal Mission: Defeat the Knights Captain of House Cinder (1/1)]

[Reward: Item — Slave Knight's Black Armour]

[Personal Mission: Defeat baron Kale Nolan (1/1)]

[Reward: Item — Kale Nolan's Ancestral LongSword]

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