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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

"Old fool, you thought you could run from us! What the heck are you-"

Fay was livid. All this while, after all, she had been on a wild goose chase. However, when she saw the damage around her, she couldn't help but shut her mouth and stare blankly.

"Natural energy, and-" A chill went down Kylian's spine as he added, "Is that… Divinity? Old man, what happened?" Asked the boy.

"None of your fucking business, that's what! For now, just hurry back to the academy." He dismissed the inquiring eyes with a fierce glare. Then, his expression turned grave as his gaze fell upon the youth in his arms, "He needs immediate medical attention!"

Spiritual Healing