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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

Jena was happy, it had been a long day today and she was tired. She could wait to go home. She was, like most of the people in this building, only a mortal. She was in charge of the recruitment section and she was looking at the new list of applicants for Infantry Division today.

As she wa going through the files for spiritknight applicants, which was incredibly small, she saw an oddity that caught her attention.

Jena stood up from her desk as if she was running for her life. She had spotted an error that she had to rectify. If she did not rectify this her career could be at stake!

Meanwhile Darius and other spiritknight applicants were being sent to a testing center, led by beautiful spritualist rangers. The arrogance on the spiritknights was plain to see. These were clearly all nobility. Arrogance was in their bones.

Ricardo Maldini