The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

Eastern Border, Three Days Later — Dusk

The air trembled with corrupted mana.

Ascendria's new offensive began—not with cavalry or saboteurs—

But with summoned beasts, monstrous constructs, and warped mages whispering spells that distorted the very ground.

Massive, grotesque creatures with stitched flesh and glowing eyes lumbered across the valley.

Ascendria's twisted mages followed, chanting unstable incantations.

Kael spat to the ground:

> "They've abandoned honor entirely…"

"Summoning abominations. Warping magic."

"If they break our lines, those creatures slaughter civilians next."

Achilles' expression stayed cold, detached—calculating as the System fed him real-time data:

>>> Corrupted Entities Detected: 6 Abominations

>>> Enemy Mage Units: 8 Identified

>>> Battlefield Stability: Volatile

>>> Tactical Correction: Lethal Precision Required

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⚔ Rewrite With Ruthlessness

Achilles gave no grand speech—only clear, surgical orders:

> "Archers target the mages."

"Kael's knights intercept the creatures."

"Capture leaders—alive, but only for public execution."

"They send monsters—we send a message."

Kael grinned, bloodthirst barely hidden:

> "Behead the enemy. Break their morale at the neck."

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⚔ Battle Unfolds

The abominations crashed against the fortress—

But traps detonated beneath them, engineered weak points rupturing mutated limbs.

Verentis archers felled twisted mages mid-incantation—arrows laced with mana striking true.

Kael's knights waded into the chaos—swords flashing, shields splintering, heads rolling as enemy commanders fell beneath their strikes.

The first captured Ascendrian mage—a woman with warped eyes and crimson robes—screamed defiance as soldiers dragged her forward.

Achilles stood over her, gaze devoid of sympathy:

> "You unleash corruption onto my soldiers…"

"I return your head to your Empire."

The execution block was prepared swiftly.

Before the assembled Legion—soldiers, bloodied but standing strong—Achilles' sword rose.

The System pulsed:

>>> Enemy Morale: Critical Collapse

>>> Internal Loyalty: Strengthening

With a clean stroke—the mage's head struck the ground, rolling toward the watching enemy ranks.

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🌑 The Enemy Shakes

Ascendrian forces faltered, their summoned beasts faltering, their war chants broken by the brutal display.

Kaedros, receiving the report from afar, clenched his fists:

> "He's rewriting the battlefield—and now he rewrites fear itself."

"Let them know—this war only gets bloodier."

But Achilles already planned the next correction.

The System whispered:

>>> Battlefield Influence: Expanding

>>> Enemy Escalation Imminent

>>> Command Recommendation: Ruthlessness Maintained