There was a heavy silence. And considering the staggering number of people that gathered, it was significant.
It only goes to show the shock that gripped the army of the world Vortharion.
However, in that silence, Atticus gripped his katana.
Ozeroth brandished his twin hamrs.
Thunder crackled across Magnus’s form.
Aric swept his broadsword to the side, a savage aura spilling from him.
Zenon’s arms morphed into twin blades, expression frigid.
The tension spiked, stretching thin, until a panicked voice suddenly bood from the skies.
"What the hell are you staring at!? Fucking attack!"
Elesha’s roar snapped the army out of their trance. Expressions hardened, arms on weapons tightened, and they looked down towards the group, ready to rain hell once more, only to realize... they were already gone.
Atticus’ blade was out of its sheath before anyone even realized. He went for the big ones. The warships.
He moved at unseen speeds. No sound echoed in his wake. No streak of light.
The only sign of his presence... was the deafening explosions of thousands of warships imploding in the skies.
Debris rained down like teors. The skies ignited in a blinding scarlet, torn by fire and smoke, the scent of burning tal flooding the wind.
Ozeroth went for the mountains. His figure tore through the terrain, leaving a golden trail in his wake.
His hamrs t the mountain like judgnt.
A shockwave of roaring force blasted out. The earth quaked as though hit by a grade ten earthquake.
Cracks tore up the ranges, splitting stone into massive chunks. The peaks shattered, tumbling like crumbling towers.
Magnus went for the smaller airborne aircraft. Clouds had cloaked the skies, rumbling with thunder that shook the heavens.
Then, lightning.
Magnus beca a streak of blinding electricity, zipping through the sky, past each aircraft.
Each one exploded into shards and flas as he passed, their wreckage falling like shattered birds.
Aric went for blood.
He scread through the battalion soldiers that had plumted from Ozeroth’s sudden attack on the mountains. Eight swords spun around him in a spiral, and his broadsword swept like a scythe.
He left nothing but blood and gore in his wake, so fast, not even his victims had ti to scream.
Red rained from the skies.
Lastly, Zenon focused on another flank of the battalions, zipping past their ranks, shredding them apart without a shred of hesitation. Limbs flew. Screams echoed. And Zenon didn’t stop.
The expressions of the Warbringers changed violently.
Their auras exploded instinctively.
"Still think they were wrong?" Elesha asked. But there was no smugness on her face. Only dread.
Dekon couldn’t find any words. Neither could the others.
What had just happened... had stunned them that much.
Many swallowed hard.
This trap had been crafted solely to deal with the child god. The beams of mana had been designed to rapidly change their signatures, so he couldn’t negate them.
Even the weapons had been specially engineered to fire with unstable signatures.
And the sigil... the sigil was the true core of the plan. The beauty of sigils was that, as long as enough power was poured in, anyone could be trapped.
The Warbringers had combined their strength to form that sigil. And yet, it had been seen through and broken.
And that wasn’t even the part that shook them most.
What truly stunned them... was that Atticus had taken control of the million beams of mana heading towards them.
He had copied them. Controlled them. Dispersed them.
The ntal capacity needed to pull off such a feat... couldn’t even be fathod my many.
It should only be possible for their god, Nex. But it had happened. Right in front of their eyes.
Elesha gritted her teeth and forced herself to focus. Her eyes regained their sharpness.
"Stop spacing out!" she barked, snapping the others from their daze. "The plan failed. We need to find another way to deal with him."
The expressions of the Warbringers turned grim, then focused. They nodded.
"Eight of you will hold the subordinates. The remaining seven of us will fight him," Elesha said.
None of the Warbringers seed to mind that Elesha had just chosen the strongest of them to go after Atticus. They had seen what he was capable of, after all.
The Warbringers nodded.
Elesha turned, about to give the order to attack when she suddenly t a pair of golden eyes through the chaos.
Her entire body froze and a cold chill crawled down her spine.
’Is that...’
This was the first ti she would et the gaze of their target.
She had heard things about him. His battle sense. His incredible mind. The terrifying variations of his power. He had fought and defeated three gods, erging without a single wound.
She had doubted it at first. But the words had co from their star, so she believed.
Yet sohow, as she t his gaze now, as she saw the boundless light within it, as she felt as though her entire being laid bare... all her doubts vanished into thin smoke.
He was the real deal.
"No—!"
Atticus’ katana was all that engulfed their visions before Elesha could speak.
One mont, he had been across the battlefield, tearing through warships. And in the next, he was upon them, katana slashing out.
The expressions of Elesha and the Warbringers changed violently.
Slashes of azure light tore toward them from every conceivable angle, throats, hearts, heads, limbs... even crotches.
They clenched their fists, expressions snapping back into focus.
They were Warbringers. The best their world had to offer. Warriors, ones who never froze at the first sign of danger.
Their minds moved fast and the Mana answered their call, just as the slashes reached them.
An explosion of insane magnitude ripped across the sky, sending a quake through the earth.
The haze it left behind was thick, and it covered the sky.
Elesha burst out of it, eyes wide, heart thundering in her chest.
She shot her gaze through the haze to assess the damage... only for her eyes to tremble.
’Five Warbringers are dead.’
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