The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

Eastern Border — Just Before Dawn

The battlefield was eerily quiet. The mangled remains of the corrupted beasts still littered the frost-covered fields.

But Achilles wasn't waiting for Ascendria to regroup.

His voice cut through the cold like steel:

> "They believe they control fear."

"They believe corruption wins."

"Tonight—we rewrite fear itself."

"We bring the war to their camps."

The Legion erupted—not hesitant, but roaring in brutal unity:

> "VERENTIS! VERENTIS! FOR THE EASTERN BORDER!"

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⚔ Night Raid Begins

Achilles led the vanguard—Kael and the elite knights at his side.

Across the ravaged valley, Ascendria's camp burned with torches and false confidence.

But their confidence shattered when the roar of Verentis soldiers split the darkness:

> "FOR ACHILLES! FOR THE BORDER! FOR BLOOD!"

The counter-raid struck like lightning:

Archers rained arrows over confused enemy formations.

Knights crashed into disoriented infantry, blades flashing.

Abomination summoners, caught off-guard, fell with their heads severed before spells completed.

The roar of steel meeting flesh drowned the night:

Ascendria screamed in panic.

Verentis soldiers howled in vengeance.

Achilles advanced—calm, his System overlay guiding every lethal step.

>>> Enemy Command Structure: Disrupted

>>> Morale Collapse: Accelerating

>>> Capture Priority Targets for Public Execution

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🩸 Behead the Cowards

Three enemy officers fell into Achilles' trap—pinned by Verentis knights, bloodied but alive.

Kael sneered, presenting them like failed variables:

> "Ascendria sent filth to corrupt our lines."

"We return their corruption—headless."

Achilles gave no speech—only action:

One by one, the officers were forced to their knees.

The System calculated vectors—clean, efficient strikes.

With each head severed—the roaring Verentis forces grew louder:

> "FOR THE BORDER! FOR VERENTIS! NO MERCY!"

Ascendria's surviving troops fled into the darkness, morale shattered beyond repair.

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⚔ Aftermath: The Message Delivered

As the sun crested the frost-dusted plains:

Severed heads lined the outer trenches.

Ascendria's war banners burned, trampled beneath Verentis boots.

The fortress stood—unbroken, louder, fiercer.

Achilles stood at the edge, voice low, unreadable:

> "They wanted a symbol of fear…"

"They got one."

"And I'm not done."

The System pulsed:

>>> Enemy Border Camps: Disrupted

>>> Legion Morale: Peak Combat Readiness

>>> Psychological Warfare: Overwhelming Success

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🌑 Across Ascendria's Lines

Marshal Kaedros listened to panicked reports, his jaw tightening:

> "The boy… he's not just surviving—he's dictating the entire front."

"Blood for blood… code for chaos…"

His eyes narrowed:

> "Time to escalate beyond warfare."

"Time to shatter the kingdom itself."