Discordius

In the boundless expanse of the cosmos, an unrelenting war rages on. 

The devourers, relentless hunters, stalk the living, while brave warriors rise to defend them.

Amidst the chaos, one name echoes through the ranks: Cedric, a prodigious combatant who never backs down from a fight. 

His skill knows no bounds, but a treacherous secret lurks within him, a malevolent force born from the depths of the abyss, waiting to seize control.

To emerge victorious, he must not only master his extraordinary powers but also confront the tempest of emotions raging within him.

As Cedric succumbs to his insatiable thirst for power, he becomes blind to the consequences of his actions. 

Consequently, his adversaries bestow upon him the moniker of "Carnage."

Archon Of Carnage: A Battle Against the Abyss

"Our reports suggest that, guerilla squads 3 and 4 are in risk of getting dropped upon by enemy drop pods, they are stationed at the location I marked on your navigation maps, which can be found on your holo-screens projected from your headgear and wrist pads."


The sergeant waits for a moment, making sure all 10 squad members have found the mission target location marked on their maps. He then proceeds to raise his voice, "Squad Three, you are to assist guerilla squads 3 and 4 in their retreat, and form back into a defensive formation in order to fend off the incoming assault. Under no circumstances are you to retreat further than one kilometer away from the assessed drop location."


"Keep your eyes peeled, and your comms running, and make sure to notify us of enemy presence so we may send reinforcements. The front line is too far ahead and too damn valuable for me to be wasting their manpower on you iron-rank maggots. Move out!."


Rodrick, upon heading off towards their destination, swivels his head back, looking into Samuel-his brother's eyes, hoping this will not be the last time they see each other.


As Squad Three started running towards their marker blinking on their map, Rodrick inspected his trusted iron-tier sword, praying to the Great Archons that it wouldn't break upon landing on the Devourer scales, as was so common to happen in many battles among low-rank soldiers and Devourers.


There exists a somber mood in the usually lively squad as they run along the craggy surface surrounded by the still smoking, charred remnants of whatever wildlife that used to inhabit the area. Rodrick's squad captain starts to give them a speech, hoping to calm their nerves."


"Listen up squad three, much like each and every one of you, I myself am hoping that the reports are bogus, and that we won't encounter any of those abyss-whatever they're called landing over our heads. Let's find our guys, sit tight, and hope we get sent to the front lines where we will have at least someone covering our backs."


Rodrick snorted, knowing that they were trained to always expect the worst. This squad captain they were assigned with before coming here did not understand any of them. All nine of his squad mates were trained for years, surviving by the skin of their teeth, only to be deployed on their first mission with a captain that was deemed unworthy to be a member of the elite squad.


This was evident from his lazy attitude and lack of care for the matters around them. Having connections in the military, he most likely never even vomited blood nor shed any tears as they did, having drill instructors scream orders often contradicting themselves, and punishing Rodrick and his squadmates for choosing one over the other.


Rodrick found himself thinking that he would rather get eaten by a starved devourer than be expected to follow his squad commander into battle, knowing he would find a way to slink away like a coward, shirking his duties and abandoning them.


As they were almost upon their target location, Rodrick noticed a small dome with a crawl-through entrance integrated into the earth, evidently conjured by earth terraformation magic.


At a distance of five hundred meters from their target, Rodrick, trained as a scout and having much better night vision than his squadmates, spotted signs of dropships in the night sky descending at incredible speeds towards the area around the dome.


Cursing, Rodrick yells to his fellow squadmates: "Prepare to engage, enemy sighted." His captain, Ari, whom Rodrick always referred to in his mind as 'Two-face', started barking out orders to relay confirmation of enemy sightings to the supply post comms channels and to request backup.


First Contact