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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

"Of course Elder Omega! This servant will do all he can."

Omega was pleased, "Good, you did well sneaking the Indomitable shrimp into the first exam. And you did well by using your own connections so none come back to us. Your loyalty has been noticed.

Didier bowed as he half knelt, "It is this servant's honour to be in service of such powerful beings."

'We have prepared a reward for you once you have properly trained the boy. You may have half of it now.'

The silhouette tapped the old man's forehead and information flooded into the old man. He immediately sat down and started to meditate on the knowledge he was given. He was forced to cut off his connection to the outside world complete;y to digest the insights he had been given.

Omega looked on as Darius was being battered left right and centre. It was truly a sight to see.

Battle Maniacs