The Birth of War

Joseph sat alone in his chambers, his hands gripping the edge of his desk. The Hextech System—an ability beyond anything this world had ever seen—was now his.

[Hextech System Activated]

[Abilities Unlocked: Mana-Infused Weaponry Creation, Appraisal]

A grin spread across his face. "This... this is something else. If I can create technology that runs on mana, then—"

He stood abruptly, his mind racing. His kingdom was on the brink of war. The old ways—swords, bows, and shields—were outdated. If the enemy expected a traditional battle, he would make sure to shatter their expectations.

Training Grounds, Mythrendel

Elyndra crossed her arms, watching Joseph sketch strange designs onto parchment. "What exactly are you planning? You've been acting weird since last night."

Joseph smirked. "I'm about to change warfare forever."

With a swift movement, he activated his Hextech Creation. Blue energy pulsed around his fingertips as he grabbed a hunk of raw iron and began reshaping it. The sound of metal twisting and reforging filled the air. Sparks flew, and within moments, a sleek, unfamiliar weapon formed in his hands.

"This... is a mana-infused rifle," he said, spinning it in his grip. "No gunpowder. No need for ammunition. Just pure mana."

Elyndra's eyes widened. "That's... impossible. There's no magic in this world that can do that."

Joseph exhaled, his smirk widening. "Maybe not before. But now? Now I have the Hextech System."

Duke Eleazar's Army Camp

Eleazar stood before his troops, his black armor glistening under the torches. "The so-called king is weak! He is not of royal blood! He sells our relics, our history! We will march at dawn and crush the usurper!"

The soldiers roared in agreement, slamming their shields together. To them, Joseph was an outsider, a fraud who had no right to rule Mythrendel.

Duke Sebastian stepped forward, his expression grim. "Eleazar, are you sure we can win this war? I have heard rumors... Joseph is no ordinary man."

"Nonsense," Eleazar spat. "He has no army that can stand against us. We have warriors trained for generations. He is just a boy playing king."

But neither of them knew.

Neither of them had any idea of the storm that was about to descend upon them.

Palace Armory, Mythrendel

Joseph stood before his elite guards. "From today onwards, you will not be fighting with swords and bows."

Confusion flickered across their faces as Joseph waved his hand. Before them, dozens of mana rifles appeared, glowing with faint blue runes.

"Pick one up. Feel its weight. These weapons do not need arrows. Do not need steel. They fire pure mana."

The guards hesitated before reaching for the unfamiliar weapons. Joseph grinned. This was war on a different level.

He lifted his own rifle and aimed it at a target dummy in the distance.

BZZT!

A pulse of mana erupted from the barrel, slamming into the dummy. The wood exploded into pieces.

The guards gasped.

"This... this is unreal!" one of them muttered.

Joseph chuckled darkly. "Welcome to the future of war."

He stepped forward, gripping his rifle with an almost manic glint in his eye. "We will not fight a conventional war. We will rewrite the rules of battle itself. And when the time comes, the world will know…"

He raised his gun skyward, his voice dripping with excitement.

"THIS IS THE POWER OF MY CREATION!"

The air around him crackled with energy. His battle-hungry side was awakening. The war had yet to begin, but he could already hear the screams of the battlefield.

The Eve of War

As night fell, both armies prepared.

Duke Eleazar's soldiers polished their swords and checked their armor. They were veterans of countless wars. They had seen blood. They had seen death. But they had never faced a threat like this.

In Mythrendel, Joseph and his army stood, rifles in hand. There was no fear in their eyes. Only anticipation.

Elyndra stepped beside Joseph, her expression unreadable. "Are you sure this is the right path?"

Joseph turned to her, his eyes gleaming. "Right or wrong doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that we win."

The Civil War of Mythrendel had begun.