............Aarav motioned for his men to halt, crouching low behind a rocky outcrop. He surveyed the scene, his sharp eyes picking out key targets.Rajendra and Lord Lumara joined him, their expressions grim as they assessed the camp’s layout.“We’ll strike from two sides,” Aarav whispered, his voice barely audible. “The Chauhans will lead the frontal assault, drawing their attention. Half of the Lumaras will support them, providing cover and swift elimination. The other half will move alongside Archbishop Deniel and his holy knights. The Moonshrouds will use their dark arts to neutralize any key figures or defenses they encounter, while also protecting our soldiers.”Rajendra nodded, his gaze hard. “We’ll hit them hard and fast, My Lord. They won’t know what hit them.”Lady Isolde, who had been quietly observing, added in a low voice, “We’ll ensure their leaders are incapacitated before they can rally their forces.”Archbishop Deniel, more familiar with the situation, spoke up, “M

............“Lord Chauhan... Lord!” The men around him shouted in panic, their faces tight with concern as they saw his arm dangling, blood pouring from the wound.“Cough... cough... Damn it... DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! JUST KEEP TAKING OUT THOSE BASTARDS... cough... cough!” Rajendra Chauhan forced out between fits of coughing. He could hear the worry in his men’s voices, but he refused to let them be distracted. If they lost focus now, they’d lose their lives in this brutal battle.Struggling to his feet, Rajendra’s attention locked onto the fallen cultist nearby. He stumbled towards the body, lying face down and motionless in the dirt.“Phew... bastard cost me an arm... but at least he’s dead!” Rajendra breathed a sigh of relief, checking the cultist’s vitals to confirm he was truly gone.Exhausted, he slumped to the ground, clutching his wounded arm. A wave of helplessness washed over him. He wanted nothing more than to help his men, but his body was betraying him."I wonder how Lady

............In the middle of the cultist Camp,The clash of metal and the roar of power filled the air. "Whoosh... Boom!" "Swiish... Swiish... Claanng! Claanng!" Two figures were locked in a high-speed battle, while four others stood on the sidelines, amusement clear on their faces.“Is this all you’ve got, Heir of Elandor?” The bald man, wearing a black robe with dark tattoos on his head, sneered sarcastically at Aarav Veridian, who met his gaze with a cold, steely stare.“Are you really that eager to meet your end?” Aarav shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm."Swiish... Bannng...!!"Aarav swiftly blocked the cultist’s strike aimed at his throat and, in one smooth motion, delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the man’s ribs. The bald cultist’s eyes widened in pain as he stumbled backward, trying to regain his balance.“Argh... you bastard!” the cultist cursed, groaning in pain as he stood up, clutching his side where Aarav’s kick had landed. His eyes burned with fury.“

............"Enough of this!" One of the cultists yelled, raising his hand into the air. A dark aura began swirling around him, corrupting the very energy in the atmosphere. The others followed, channeling the same malevolent force, preparing for a combined attack.Aarav could feel the shift—their power was immense. He flinched, sensing the ominous energy closing in around him."You think that’ll be enough to get rid of me?" Aarav’s voice cut through the tension. "You’ve forgotten who you're dealing with."As the dark energy swirled and gathered, Aarav took a deep breath and raised his weapon high. The blade gleamed with a blinding light, and the ground trembled under his feet as his divine power flared to life."Let me show you what true divine power looks like," Aarav declared, his voice steady. With one decisive motion, he shattered the one-use divine tool he carried, instantly replenishing the lost energy within him.And then, with explosive force, he unleashed it."Craaack... B

............“Thank you,” Aria replied, her movements graceful as she took a seat across from him. Between them stood a small circular table, with a basket of snacks and fruit placed in the center, adding a touch of warmth to the room’s otherwise solemn atmosphere."Mr. Aarav, what are your plans regarding the cultists? I’m certain they won’t stop invading this continent and causing chaos," Aria asked, sitting back in a relaxed position, her eyes steady on him.Aarav sighed, his tone dim and unconfident. "What can I do alone? Even with the Crystal Healing Organization backing me, I’m not confident in facing those lunatic cultists." He spoke with a heaviness, aware of the overwhelming power he had witnessed in their last battle.He knew his own limitations. The devastation left by the cultists was a harsh reminder. Even Pope Aurelius, with all his influence, wouldn’t be enough to turn the tide. Aarav understood that unless he reached the fourth stage, the *Virtuoso of Vitality*, he wo