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Book Title: " The Ancient Slaughterer"

Genre: Action, Drama, Fantasy, Military, Shonen

Setting: The world of Euryn is a fractured land encased by colossal concentric Runestone Barriers, ancient magical walls created to protect humanity from the wrath of Ancients, godlike primal creatures that once nearly annihilated all life. These barriers were erected by the Twelve Arcanums, a legendary group of warriors who sacrificed their lives to seal away the Ancients. Their spirits now reside within twelve Guardian Ancients, enormous entities that once kept watch over the remaining cities.

The last major human stronghold is Vandrel, a militaristic fortress nation that is guarded by an elite order known as the Requiem Order. The Order is tasked with fighting the Ancients using special weapons: Titanium Blades capable of weakening Ancients, Gliders for transport, and Cannons that assist in defense but can’t destroy the Ancients. As time has passed, humanity’s fight against the creatures has become a routine struggle—until the wall begins to crack.

Story Overview: For centuries, humanity has lived in relative peace behind the Runestone Barriers, which keep the terrifying Ancients at bay. However, cracks are beginning to appear. In the city of Vandrel, the military maintains strict control as they prepare for an inevitable conflict. But an unexpected twist occurs when the Last Guardian Ancient—one of the twelve protectors—falls during a battle between the Ancients and a Guardian Ancient within the city, crushing the protagonist’s home in the process.

The protagonist, Elian Fyre (MC), a timid and good-hearted young man, witnesses the collapse of his family’s home and the imminent threat of death as an Ancient approaches his younger sister. In a desperate, last-minute bid to protect her, Elian eats the flesh of a Guardian Ancient, unwittingly transforming into a hybrid being—part human, part Ancient. This transformation unlocks enormous power, allowing him to defeat the Ancients threatening his sister but at a steep cost: his new power is uncontrolled, leading to devastation and the injury of his sister.

The government, realizing Elian's potential as the first person in 500 years to consume an Ancient and return to human form, takes him into custody. He’s forced to become a soldier in the Requiem Order, despite his reluctance and the trauma of his sister's injuries. With his new power, Elian must fight the Ancients while struggling to keep his humanity intact.

Thee Guardian Ancient

Smoke curled upward from the crater where the First Servant's body smoldered. Around it, the remaining members of T.E.R.O.S.A stood weary, bloodied, some mourning the fallen, others too numb to feel anything at all. The victory was costly. The silence that followed was heavier than the roar of war had ever been.

Elian remained in his half-shifted state, crouched and twitching, every muscle vibrating with the fading echoes of his rage. Lyra stood by him, blade still drawn, watching the horizon for any signs of Xerath or the other nine Servants.

Among the medics and support squads sweeping in to retrieve the wounded and clear the dead, a soldier limped through the wreckage—barely noticed, barely remembered.

Small. Forgettable. A recruit barely two months into active service. Pale, freckled skin, brown eyes dulled by fear. He had survived by hiding, by being fast, by staying just out of the line of fire. He wasn't brave. He wasn't strong. But he was there.

He stumbled across the corpse of the First Servant. What remained of it.

No one had touched it—no one dared.

The ground around it hissed, the corpse still twitching with ancient energy. It reeked of power. Forbidden. Cursed.

Thorne stared down at it. At the black blood that pooled like oil. At the jagged shards of bone and the glowing remnants of a Guardian's soul embedded in the ribcage.

He looked around. No one watched him. The others were mourning. Regrouping. Praising Elian.

No one saw him drop to his knees and press his shaking hand to the steaming corpse.

"I'm done being nothing," he whispered.

Not the flesh—but the glowing shard. The fragment of Guardian soul still burning within the First Servant's chest. The energy rushed into his body like a tidal wave of fire and metal, cracking bone, melting muscle, reshaping sinew.

Thorne screamed—high and sharp, a sound like glass breaking under pressure.

Elian whipped his head around. "What the hell—?"

They turned just in time to see Thorne's body convulse and lift into the air, writhing in unnatural angles. His skin split open, glowing symbols erupting across his body. His bones restructured. Black armor-like skin crawled over his arms, spine, face.

He dropped to the ground, panting. Alive.

Lyra stared, horror and awe mingling in her eyes. "Another one..."

Kael blinked through bruised eyelids. "That idiot just made himself one of us."

The small soldier looked up. His eyes glowed faint violet, unnatural and flickering like dying stars.

"I didn't mean to—" Thorne coughed, gripping his side. "I just... I was tired of being nothing. I didn't want to die nameless."

"You idiot," Lyra muttered, stepping between him and the others.

"He's one of us now," Kael said, grinning. "Third one."

"Third weapon," Elian corrected. "And we're running out of time."

Because up on the ridge, Xerath's smile widened. His voice echoed across the Deathfront like thunder:

"So... now you make your own monsters."

The war wasn't just a clash of armies anymore.

It was a race for power. For control. For survival.

And now, with Thorne's transformation, the military had gained a third Hybrid.

Three ancient flames to fight against 9 blazing storms.

Chapter 12: The third hybrid