The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

Ascendrian Command Camp — Hours Later

The meteor's fallout still smoked across the battlefield.

Thousands dead. Necromancers burned to ash.

Morale shattered.

But Ascendria's war council stood grim and unyielding.

Marshal Kaedros, his expression twisted with frustration, addressed the remaining commanders:

> "The boy rewrites reality."

"But reality bends further than he knows."

"Summon them—the Deep Priests."

A murmur rippled. Even battle-hardened generals paled.

> "The Abyssal Cult?"

"That magic… it's outlawed by every kingdom—"

Kaedros' voice cut sharper than blades:

> "The law doesn't matter if Aurellia burns."

"Release the Voidborn."

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🌫 Eastern Border — Nightfall

The ground still smoldered from Achilles' meteor. His soldiers repaired fortifications, recovering morale, awed by their commander's brutal display.

Kael approached Achilles at the war table, unease etched into his face:

> "Scouts report strange activity behind Ascendria's lines."

"Cult symbols. Ritual circles."

"They… they're summoning from beyond."

Achilles' System flared new warnings:

>>> Forbidden Energy Detected: Abyssal Signature

>>> Historical Data: High Probability of Eldritch Entities

>>> Battlefield Risk: Catastrophic

Achilles' gaze remained cold, focused:

> "They send death. They send the void."

"We stand. We adapt."

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⚔ The Voidborn Arrive

Midnight descended—and with it, the impossible.

The skies rippled unnaturally as fractures tore through reality itself.

From the cracks poured Voidborn—grotesque entities, shifting forms of blackened sinew and impossible geometry.

They whispered insanity into the air—soldiers clutching their heads, some collapsing.

Kael shouted:

> "Hold formation—ignore the voices!"

"They're breaking reality itself—!"

The 3rd Legion faltered—but Achilles remained immovable.

The System scanned the abominations:

>>> Voidborn Analysis: Reality-Distorting Entities

>>> Standard Weapon Effectiveness: Minimal

>>> Required Countermeasure: Reality Anchor Magic

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⚔ Rewrite the Unwritable

Achilles issued his command:

> "Mages—anchor spells now."

"We stabilize reality itself—no excuses."

The mages, trembling but obedient, chanted stabilization rites, weaving golden lattices of mana to suppress the distortions.

Voidborn screeched, flickering between dimensions—but the anchors held.

Achilles advanced, blade glowing faintly with his modified mana structure—rewriting his weapon beyond conventional limits.

Kael gaped:

> "That sword… you've rewritten its very code—"

Achilles didn't answer. He struck—cleaving a Voidborn apart, rewriting its unstable form into oblivion.

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🌑 Turning the Tide Again

With anchors in place and Achilles leading the assault, the Legion rallied:

Blades imbued with rewritten mana cut through impossibilities.

Voidborn shrieked, their forms collapsing under calculated strikes.

The battlefield, though warped, stabilized—order forced back upon chaos.

The System pulsed confirmation:

>>> Voidborn Entities: 70% Neutralized

>>> Reality Stability: Improving

>>> Legion Morale: Resilient

But as the last of the current wave fell—Kael approached, bloodied but fierce:

> "This doesn't end here…"

"They'll keep escalating—there's no line they won't cross."

Achilles' voice remained devoid of fear:

> "They escalate into madness."

"We escalate into gods."