War XXXII

Aiden shot forward like a golden comet, his sword cleaving through the first skeletal guardian. The golden flames wrapped around his blade burned away the dark energy that kept the creature together. Its bones disintegrated into ash before they even hit the ground.

"Not so tough," Aiden muttered—right before the sand beneath him exploded. More skeletal warriors emerged, this time armed with heavy shields and long spears, encircling him with military precision.

Nexus whistled, his hands tracing complex sigils in the air. "They're adapting. Classic ancient defense mechanisms—learning from each strike. If you keep cutting them down the same way, they'll just keep getting stronger."

Aiden smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Then I'll just have to mix it up."