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Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

Marshall was the highest rank in the military. Most Marshals were retired 4-star generals but 3 stars could make the jump if they had accomplished something exemplary on the battlefield. One could become a Marshall even without being in the military, but only by achieving something incredible like becoming a powerhouse or a master Spirit-smith.

Marshals had independent armies under them and could attack at will. All generals worked under a specific Marshall. In other words, where you were recruited affected what Marshall you work for.

"We fall under Marshall Fay Bronze, master Spirit-smith and Dean of Ethereal Forge Academy!"

Darius was not stupid. He knew that this division of the army was also the country's number one elite division with many academy graduates. Many from the Spirit-smith Academy under them. That meant that this division was under…

Sudden Twist