Chapter 242 – Wrath of a God

  ander Allistor:

  Thunder roared across the sky, apanied by a torrential downpour that fell with uing fury. The boy stood motionless in the ter of the storm, lightning crashing down around him. Instinctively, as if orchestrated by an unseen force, every single one of us took a step back when his pierg gaze locked onto us. My entire body screamed a single, primal and: RUN!

  My hands trembled untrolbly, and I had to shout internally to suppress the terror threatening to e me amidst the chaos.

  “Attention!” I barked at the soldiers around me. “Prepare fagement! Form ranks! bat Mages, hold your lines! Shes, ready your most powerful spells! Fight to kill!” My voice barely masked the fear c through me, but I khere was no other choice. That boy had to be eliminated. Every instine that even if a fragment of him remained, he would destroy us all.

  Looking at him felt like staring into the eyes of a massive serpent ready to strike. The pressure was unbearable, and I had to force myself not to avert my gaze, even though my lungs felt as though they might colpse uhe weight of it.

  “Advance! bat Mage Squadron!” another ander yelled, raising his sword to the thunderous heavens. “Attack!”

  The torrential rain blurred our vision as darkness oradically broken by the glow of magical orbs and scattered torches. Above us, lightning shrough the storm clouds, illuminating the battlefield with momentary fshes of blinding brilliance.

  The bat Mage Squadrons charged en masse, surging toward the boy like a wave of impendiru. The rhythmic pounding of boots on waterlogged ground reverberated, a chaotic drumbeat mixed with the war cries of soldiers.

  A, alone and unarmed, he remaiill, staring us down with those eyes that seemed to pierce through our very souls. His posture was calm, but it bore an indescribable weight.

  Then, without hesitation, he began running toward the advang forces.

  This boy is insane! He’s charging an army by himself!

  The sight was surreal. The boy, barehanded, dashed toward hundreds of soldiers wielding ons and casting spells. The rain only heightehe drama, each drop casg off his bck hair as his determirides echoed across the drenched battlefield. He was a mere silhouette against the chaos, yet somehow, he ahe space around him with an overwhelming presence.

  From our vantage point, it looked like suicide. Every soldier in that squadron was battle-hardened. Mages were casting spells, archers loosing ented arrows, swordsmen f an imperable lihis was the elite force, the pride of the noble armies.

  And there he was, sprinting alooward that wall of steel and magic, rain soaking his clothes but failing to diminish the iy of his movements.

  “Is he out of his mind?” someone whispered beside me, but no one answered. We were frozen, caught in the web of disbelief and mounting tension that thied the air.

  The two forces collided with a deafening crash, the impaleashing a shockwave that rippled through the area. The boy became a blur of speed, disarming a soldier with a devastating kick to the jaw. The soldier’s sword flew from his grasp, and the boy spun with unparalleled dexterity, wielding the stoleh lethal precision.

  Every ssh was exact, every movement a deadly dance of steel. His teique was fwless, merciless.

  He tore through the ranks like a living storm, sidestepping strikes with inhuman agility before delivering a kick that sent a man flying like a ragdoll. In one swift motion, he severed another soldier’s arm, the blood spraying through the rain like crimson mist. He moved like a force of nature, cutting down soldiers one by ohout hesitation.

  “AH!” A soldier was flung violently, crashing face-first into the wall beside me. The siing crack of his skull shattering filled the air as his face disied into a grotesque mess of blood and bone shards.

  “Fuck…” I muttered, uo process the sheer brutality unfolding before me.

  Chaos erupted around me as the boy tinued his relentless assault against a sea of soldiers. Fming arrows and kreaked through the air, yet he deflected eae with precision. Wielding two swords, his movements defied prehension. Every bde aimed at him arried, every strike anticipated and evaded with an ease that sent chills down my spine.

  He dashed forward, stepping onto a fallen sword on the ground, sending it spinning into the air. With a wind-empowered kick, he uhe bde with unerring precision, impaling a distant soldier. It was a massacre, but the cold, calcuted way he carried it out was far more terrifying than the age itself.

  Arrows and bdes flew toward him, yet nothing found its mark. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he deflected each projectile with his swords. His fierce gaze swept across the battlefield, calm and posed amidst the chaos. When one of the soldiers shouted an order to fire, he became the victim. The boy hurled his sword, the bde embedding itself in the man’s face with lethal precision.

  In a seamless motion, the boy snatched a knife from the air as if it were sed nature and threw it into the neck of an approag soldier. Without missing a beat, he pressed on.

  A soldier propelled by fire magic charged at him with blinding speed, aiming for a lethal strike. The boy sidestepped effortlessly, as if he had anticipated the attack. With a swift motion, he locked the soldier’s arm and, with a siing ch, broke it in half. The man’s scream of agony was immediate, and I saw the jagged white of bone pierce through his flesh.

  “You won’t be needing this anymore,” the boy remarked nontly, ripping the broken bone from the soldier’s arm and wielding it as an improvised on.

  Another soldier charged, and the boy, without hesitation, drove the bone shard into the man’s eye. The agonized scream that followed was cut short as the soldier was flung back by a ferocious strike.

  A t soldier wielding a massive sword charged at him with overwhelming force. The boy dodged at the st moment, allowing the giant bde to crash into the ground. Using the sword as a ramp, he sprinted up its length. At the peak of his leap, he delivered a spinning double kick, sending the massive soldier hurtling into a wall with bone-crushing impact. In one fluid motion, the boy yahe massive sword from the ground and hurled it like a spear, impaling the soldier through the abdomen.

  The bat Mage squadron quickly encircled him, their ons glowing with magical energy as they formed an imperable ring.

  “Attack!” one of the leaders shouted, and the mages, enhanced by wind magic, surged forward in a synized assault.

  The boy snapped his fingers, and in a blinding fsh, a spear of yellow light materialized in his hands. The on glowed as if imbued with the power of the sun itself, leaving a trail of golden sparks with every movement.

  "Light element?" I muttered in disbelief, my heart rag. "That's supposed to be exclusive to High Elves... How does he have it?"

  He didn’t hesitate. Spinning the spear in a masterful arc, he tur into a radiant blur. Each rotatioed rings of light that dazzled the soldiers around him, making it impossible for ao approach without being blinded.

  When the first soldier charged, the boy leaped into the air, spinning the spear above his head before delivering a devastatiical strike that cleaved the enemy's sword in half. Before the man could react, the boy swept the spear horizontally, striking his chest with enough force to send him flying backward.

  “BAM!” A blinding explosion of light erupted as he nded, spinning the spear so quickly it seemed to form an imperable shield around him. A mage attempted to cast a wind spell, but the boy darted forward with absurd speed, dodging the attack like a golden streak. Twisting his body, the spear’s tip struck the mage's temple, knog him out instantly.

  He moved among the enemies like ahereal figure, evading sword strikes and arrows with astonishing agility. He leaped and spun, his movements fluid and precise. Sliding under a soldier's legs, he swept the spear to take the man down with a strike behind the knees. Before the soldier hit the ground, the boy spun on one foot, delivering a kick to the chest of another enemy, sending him flying.

  "Focus on him!" the squad leader shouted, but it was too te.

  The boy used the battlefield to his advantage, leaping and striking with devastating power. The spear sliced through the air with blinding speed, taking down two soldiers simultaneously with deadly precision. A group attempted to surround him, but he exploited the wet terrain, slidiween them while spinning the spear in a devastating mahat cleared the area around him.

  In a jump, he unched himself into the air and desded like a bolt of lightning, smming the spear into the ground. A wave of light exploded outward, tossing nearby soldiers like leaves in the wind. With a fluid motion, he pulled the spear from the ground, spinning it effortlessly in his hands as he faced the remaining soldiers with a cold, determined gaze.

  A group of mages began ting in unison, their hands brimming with fiery energy. “Grand Fire Barrage!” they shouted, unleashing a tidal wave of fmes that surged toward him like an unstoppable inferno.

  In respohe boy stomped on the ground, raising a massive n of stohat propelled him high into the air. The wave of fire roared upward in pursuit, but he did something ued. While still airborne, he exhaled a powerful bst of water, creating a tsunami that collided with the fmes. The csh of the two elements triggered an explosive burst of steam, shrouding the battlefield in a dense, blinding mist.

  “Water element… ah element…” a ander beside me murmured in disbelief. “How is that possible?”

  Through the dense vapor, his eyes glowed an intense blue. The fire mages, seeing that pierg light within the fog, froze iracks, paralyzed with fear.

  “He stopped our spell!” one of the mages cried out in utter panic.

  “Keep attag!” another shouted, but the creeping terror had already taken hold. The boy, his sharp gaze aermiride cutting through the mist, showed no sign of mercy.

  The bat Mages, bolstered by their elemental powers, charged at him with incredible speed, but his words made them falter for a split sed:

  "Do you think a few years of training prepare you for war against me?" he said in a menag tone, raising his arm toward the sky. "I've seen rger, braver armies than yours. They fell all the same!"

  And then, something utterly horrifying occurred. The rain falling otlefield froze midair and began to asd, as if the heavens themselves were pulling it back. The droplets coalesced into a massive sphere above the boy, swirling slowly at first.

  The dark clouds bing the sky started to verge, drawn toward the colossal sphere. Lightning streaked through the water, illuminating it with an eerie blue glow. The wind grew ferocious, cutting like invisible bdes and kig up dust and debris. The atmosphere became suffogly heavy, as if the air itself was being drained from our lungs.

  The sphere spun faster and faster, its sound deafening as the roar of the wind merged with the crag of thunder, emanating from within the swirling maelstrom. The water tio grow, fed by the rain and drawing power from the ing bck clouds above.

  Soldiers around me begareating, their faces pale with terror. I stood frozen, uo tear my gaze away from the spectacle. The boy, standing at the epiter of the chaos, raised his hand toward the heavens as if anding the destructive force. His glowing eyes burned with an otherworldly iy.

  The sphere kept spinning, faster and faster, until everything around it seemed to be drawn in: air, light, even sound itself. Then, for a brief moment, the rotation slowed, like the silence before an explosion.

  It was in that instant that the true nature of what he was creating became terrifyingly clear.

  “It’s a tornado!” a soldier beside me screamed, his voice trembling with urained fear.