Warborn’s Wrath Unleashed
The battlefield shifted.
Kyle felt the Fallen King's Blade come alive in his hands, its pulse syncing with his own heartbeat, surging with an energy that had been waiting—waiting for the moment he proved himself worthy.
The Black Legion hesitated.
For the first time since the battle began, their formation wavered. They had been fighting a man before. Now, they faced something else.
Kyle moved.
The first Legionnaire lunged, his sword cutting through the air toward Kyle's neck. He barely saw the attack before Kyle was already behind him, the blade's new power enhancing his movements beyond what his body should have been capable of.
With a single fluid motion, Kyle drove his sword through the Legionnaire's back, the blade slicing through armor as if it were paper.
A shockwave of energy pulsed outward from the impact, cracking the ground beneath them.
The soldier let out a strangled gasp, then crumbled into ash.
Kyle exhaled, feeling the power build. The system reacted instantly.
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Warborn's Wrath – Passive Effect Activated.
Each enemy felled strengthens the blade's energy. Stored energy: 1.
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Kyle's eyes narrowed.
The blade wasn't just killing.
It was absorbing.
Another Legionnaire rushed in, spear aimed at Kyle's ribs.
He sidestepped with unnatural speed, gripping the soldier's arm and twisting—a sharp crack echoed as the man's wrist snapped, his spear falling from his grasp.
Kyle plunged his blade into his chest, twisting the hilt as the man shuddered, his body turning to dust before he hit the ground.
Another surge of power flooded into the sword.
The system pulsed again.
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Warborn's Wrath – Stored Energy: 2.
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Kyle barely had time to process before another three soldiers charged.
He didn't hesitate.
The first came at him with a battle-axe, swinging for Kyle's midsection. He ducked low, rolling beneath the strike, before bringing his sword up in a clean arc that split the man from shoulder to hip.
Stored Energy: 3.
Kyle spun, deflecting an incoming sword strike before kicking his attacker in the chest, sending the man flying backward into his ally.
They collapsed into a heap—just in time for Kyle to drive his blade through them both in a single thrust.
Stored Energy: 5.
The power inside the blade burned hotter, pulsing now with an almost unstoppable force.
Kyle felt it, the weight of the stored kills, the warrior spirits merging into the weapon, fueling the unleashed wrath of the Warborn.
The system gave its next prompt.
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Warborn's Wrath – [Active] Ready to Unleash.
Release all stored energy in a single devastating attack.
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Kyle smirked.
The Legion's commander noticed the shift.
The massive warrior in blackened plate, his executioner's axe gleaming in the firelight, finally stepped forward.
He had been watching, waiting, letting his soldiers test Kyle. But now, Kyle had torn through too many of them.
Now, the commander had no choice but to fight himself.
Kyle raised his blade, the stored power thrumming beneath his fingertips. The air around him crackled as if the world itself was waiting for what would happen next.
The commander's silver eyes burned with challenge.
"You think that power makes you unstoppable?"
Kyle smirked, rolling his shoulders.
"Let's find out."
The commander charged.
Kyle did the same.
Their weapons collided with an earth-shattering impact, the force blowing back debris, shaking the ground beneath them.
Kyle's body strained against the sheer weight of the commander's axe, the weapon massive and deadly. But the Fallen King's Blade was no longer dormant—it absorbed the pressure, the built-up power waiting for release.
The commander grinned, pushing against Kyle's blade. "Not bad."
Kyle let go of resistance—and instead, redirected.
He twisted sharply, the commander's own momentum carrying him forward.
Kyle stepped aside at the last second, shifting his stance—and with a surge of energy, activated Warborn's Wrath.
The system pulsed.
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Warborn's Wrath – ACTIVATED.
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The stored power exploded from the blade.
A crimson shockwave tore through the battlefield, the force unleashing every kill Kyle had stored into a single devastating strike.
The commander barely had time to react.
The energy hit him full force, lifting him off the ground, sending him crashing through two barricades before his body slammed into a ruined stone wall, leaving cracks in its surface.
For the first time, the commander looked shaken.
Kyle stood firm, the aftershock of his attack fading as the last remnants of absorbed souls bled into the blade's core.
The battlefield had frozen.
Every Legionnaire still standing had stopped moving, their eyes flickering between their fallen commander and the Warborn who had just unleashed a power they had never seen before.
Kyle rolled his shoulders, exhaling. "Not bad?" he echoed. "Try again."
The commander grunted, shoving himself back to his feet. His armor was cracked, dented, but he was still alive. He looked at Kyle, and something changed in his gaze.
A flicker of understanding.
He adjusted his grip on his axe. "I see it now."
Kyle's brow furrowed. "See what?"
The commander smirked, wiping a streak of blood from his mouth. "You really are Warborn."
Kyle didn't know what that meant.
But he knew one thing.
This fight wasn't over yet.
The commander raised his weapon once more, and Kyle prepared for round two.