CHAPTER 2: Clash of Titans
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"ALL TROOPS! ADVANCE!! ASSIST THE YOUNG LORD!!"
General Moratta's voice thundered across the battlefield.
Where moments ago fear had ruled, courage now surged.
Soldiers, freed from hesitation, roared in unison, their voices shaking the air with raw determination:
"LET IT BURN, MEN!! LET NO MONSTER SURVIVE OUR HANDS!! LET THE YOUNG LORD NOT OUTDO US!! SHOW THEM WHAT HUMANITY IS MADE OF!!"
"LET THE FIELD RUN RED WITH THEIR BLOOD!! LEAVE NO SOUL BEHIND!!"
The army's march erupted into a sprint.
Boots pounded the ground like thunder, the sound echoing across the battlefield,
their resolve unshakable, their fear long forgotten.
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From the shadows of the enemy lines, a monstrous figure observed.
It sat upon a throne fashioned from human bones, bathed in blood, adorned with skulls.
Darkness seemed to pool around its seat like ink,
masking the horrors beneath it.
Flanking it were two colossal elephants, towering over the tallest human structures, their skin trembling with tension.
The monster itself humanoid yet utterly demonic stood naked and imposing,
its black, unfeeling eyes opening as it sensed disruption in its army.
The ground trembled beneath its presence.
Explosions ripped through the field.
The giants screamed, unsteady, staggering as their massive legs buckled.
Blood and shattered limbs of monsters sprayed across the battlefield.
Yet not a single human fell.
The demon's black eyes widened in frustration.
It slammed a clawed hand against the armrest of its throne.
Before it could roar, a massive head crashed down behind it.
One of its eyes alone was larger than the demon itself.
It recoiled, horror and disbelief flooding its expression.
"W-what… what kind of monster have the humans summoned?"
The remaining giant elephants panicked, fleeing the battlefield.
Then the demon heard it, a voice.
"The human kind," the young lord's calm voice carried across the battlefield.
The demon snapped its gaze to the source.
The young lord stood alone, unscathed, untouched, unarmed, yet emanating an overwhelming presence.
The demon could sense the bodies of its allies sliced, destroyed but no sign of fatigue or damage on the human.
"You… you are responsible for this?" the demon spat, fury and disbelief mixing in its growl.
The young lord remained silent, unmoving, unaffected by the chaos around him.
"Instant-death magic isn't working…?" the demon thought, dread creeping in.
The demon rose from its throne.
Its towering frame cast a shadow over the battlefield, dwarfing the young lord.
"Then… let us see," it hissed.
Dark energy pooled in the palm of its clawed hand, twisting the very shadows into a black sword that dripped with ominous aura.
Still, the young lord did not flinch.
The demon vanished.
Time itself seemed to reject its presence.
Its strike would be untraceable, unstoppable, beyond space itself.
It reappeared instantly, blade descending in a strike meant to obliterate the young lord.
But with a subtle shift of the young lord's hand, the attack was stopped not by armor, not by steel, but by something unknown.
A calm, imperceptible defiance against the monster's wrath.
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To Be Continued...
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