The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

Eastern Border — Command Fortress

The morning sun barely touched the frost-bitten valley when a Verentis knight approached Achilles—dusty from hard riding, bearing a sealed letter.

The wax crest unmistakable: House Verentis—Twin Lions Entwined.

Kael glanced at the rider:

> "More politics?"

"You know the capital twists words like blades."

Achilles remained unreadable, breaking the seal—reading his mother's unmistakably sharp handwriting:

"The kingdom fractures beneath cowards and conspirators."

"We hold the heart—you hold the blade."

"Do not abandon the border, Achilles. If it breaks, Aurellia dies."

"We will sever traitors here—your task remains clear."

His father's script followed, iron-clad:

"You are the shield wall. You are the storm. We defend the throne from within."

"You rewrite their fears, son. Hold the line. No mercy."

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⚔ No Distraction — Only War

Achilles burned the letter in his hand—the ashes scattering in the cold wind.

Kael waited for orders.

Achilles spoke, voice cutting:

> "The capital rots, but it stands."

"Our task remains—the Eastern Border holds, or the kingdom falls."

"We focus. We finish Ascendria here."

His System pulsed—ever analyzing, ever rewriting:

>>> Border Integrity: 61%

>>> Enemy Escalation: Ongoing

>>> Rebellion Impact: Localized (Contained)

>>> Operational Priority: Border Supremacy

Kael smirked:

> "No distractions."

"No hesitation."

"We break them before they reach our walls again."

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🌫 Ascendria Escalates Again

The quiet didn't last. Scouts returned breathless:

New siege lines constructed overnight.

More abominations stalking the tree lines.

Ascendria's elite advancing—mercenaries, summoners, war beasts.

They learned. They adapted.

But so did Achilles.

His gaze scanned the battlefield—the System overlay rewriting strategy faster than any general could:

>>> Siege Weak Points Calculated

>>> Abomination Vitals Exposed

>>> Enemy Commander Locations Estimated

>>> Probability of Decisive Victory: 73%

Achilles' voice rang across the ramparts:

> "They send beasts. We send blades."

"They send fear. We send heads."

"This border—our line, our ground—holds."

The 3rd Legion roared in return:

> "FOR THE BORDER! FOR VERENTIS! FOR THE KINGDOM!"

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⚔ The War Continues

As Ascendria prepared their next assault, Achilles stood resolute:

The capital's chaos? Handled.

The traitors? Hunted by his family.

His task? Rewrite the battlefield—again and again—until no enemy dared breach the line.