............"It's time... Attack!" After sitting in silence for an hour, Aarav Veridian finally saw the perfect opportunity. He gave the signal to launch their assault."On it! Move, move! Men, be swift!" Rajendra Chauhan responded immediately, leading his men forward as soon as Aarav gave the command. Half of Lumara's forces followed closely behind, taking charge of the frontal assault.Under the cover of night, with the moon shining above them, the cultists were completely unaware of the impending attack. The first barricade of cultists was breached in an instant, slaughtered by Chauhan's raging forces."Enemy attack! ENEMY ATTACK!" The cultists finally realized they were under attack, but by then, the entire camp was already in chaos. They scrambled to confront the ferocious onslaught, but the Chauhan men were relentless, while Lumara's forces swiftly finished off any cultists left barely alive.The cultists were mercilessly roasted, their ashes scattered in the air as Lumara’s 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
............“Gaaaahhhh... Damn it... you fucking dogs... Aaaahhh!” The cultist's scream and curses echoed through the battlefield as the ground shook. Dust swirled, obscuring the view."Lady Isolde, now’s your chance! Quickly, finish him off!" Thaddeus shouted, his voice urgent. Isolde, who had been thrown back by the impact, quickly regained her balance."On it!" she called out, forcing herself to focus. She sprinted towards the spot where the trap had captured the cultist, her shadow tendrils cutting through the dust. With rage burning in her chest, she aimed her dagger, dark with shadow magic, at the cultist, ready for the killing blow.But her blade pierced nothing.“Huh...?” Isolde’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced down. There was only a severed arm lying in the dirt—the cultist had vanished."CAREFUL!" Thaddeus's shout rang in her ears just as she sensed danger behind her. Instinctively, she twisted her body to dodge the incoming strike.“Ahhhh!” Pain exploded through her sh
............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.“
............"Clanngg....Boomnn...!!""Swiish....Bammn...!!""Ahh... Cough... Cough...!" Aarav took another relentless hit, sliding back a few steps before losing his balance and dropping to one knee, blood dripping from his mouth."Hahaha... Elandor's Heir, already broken? I was hoping to play with you some more!" The bald cultist cackled, his words dripping with contempt.Aarav wiped the blood from his lips, smirking. "Feeling smug, huh? It’s just a scratch, nothing worth mentioning." He rose to his feet, his body glowing as the injury healed instantly, as though it never existed.The cultist's eyes widened, then his expression twisted with anger. "Damn it! I forgot Elandor is the God of Healing and Medicine!" Realizing his mistake, fury replaced his shock, and he lunged at Aarav in a blind rage, furious at being humiliated.Aarav's smile turned cold. "Heh, let me show you what else I can do," he muttered under his breath."Swishhh... Whoosh...!!"The cultist attacked wildly, but A
............"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
............"Ah... thank you! And how should I address you?" Aarav quickly snapped out of his daze, expressing his gratitude before asking with a respectful tone."Aria... Heir to the Goddess of Stars, Astraia. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Heir..." Aria smiled, her face radiant like a flower blooming under the soft glow of moonlight. The sight made Aarav's heart race uncontrollably."Aarav... it's just Aarav, Miss Aria. Please, don't be so formal; it makes me feel uncomfortable." He interrupted her before she could speak too respectfully again, gently requesting that she call him by his name instead.Aarav didn’t want to come off like some spoiled young master, or as if they were stuck in some ancient civilization that hadn’t learned how to speak casually about simple things."Oh... alright, Mr. Aarav." Aria seemed a little surprised but then covered her mouth and chuckled. "Fufu...You don’t seem to like the ancient etiquette, do you?"Her soft laughter filled the air, the warm
............“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