In the newly formed crater at the heart of the battlefield,
Liam and General Malakor stood locked in place,
Malakor let out a booming laugh,
"Yes! This is a fight!
The battle was incomprehensible for the mortal soldiers watching from the city's walls.
It was a dance of god-like beings, a whirlwind of light and shadow, fire and steel.
Malakor was a creature of overwhelming force. Every swing of his colossal axe was a cataclysm, carving arcs of molten fire through the air that melted stone and vaporized anything they touched.
He fought with a brutal, straightforward efficiency,
seeking to crush Liam under the sheer weight of his superior strength.
Liam, was a phantom of vengeance. He couldn't match the General's raw power blow for blow. Instead, he became a blur of motion, using his superior agility and teleportation to his advantage.
He would appear behind Malakor, striking at the joints in his volcanic armor with fists wreathed in Dark Force, then vanish a split-second before the retaliatory swing could connect. He would parry a fiery axe blow with a shield of pure Light, the holy energy hissing as it met the demonic flames.
For every ten blows Malakor threw, Liam would land one precise, debilitating strike.
For a time, the strategy worked.
Liam was a ghost on the battlefield, a whisper of death that the General couldn't seem to touch.
But Malakor was no mindless beast. He was a veteran of a thousand wars, a commander of legions.
He began to adapt.
He stopped trying to hit Liam directly and instead focused on controlling the battlefield. He slammed his axe into the ground, sending out waves of fire and concussive force that tore up the terrain, limiting Liam's ability to teleport and forcing him into the open.
Caught in the blast radius of one such attack, Liam was sent tumbling.
He recovered mid-air, but Malakor was already there.
The General swing his axe slammed, directly into Liam's chest.
Liam's armor, a gift from a fallen Demon General, cracked under the impossible force.
The pain was blinding. Liam felt his ribs shatter as he was blasted across the city.
Crashing through the wall of a building a quarter-mile away.
He lay in the rubble,
the taste of blood in his mouth. He healed the immediate damage with a surge of Green Attributes.
The warm light knitting his bones back together, but the cost was immense. His magic reserves were finite.
Malakor landed before him, his laughter echoing through the ruined structure. "You are fast, mortal But You cannot win."
He began a relentless assault.
Liam was forced onto the defensive, using every ounce of his skill just to stay alive.
He parried with Light, dodged with Agility, and struck back with Dark, but he was losing.
He took another hit, then another. His movements grew slower,
The General saw his opening.
He roared, his body igniting with an apocalyptic aura of flame and shadow.
"You have been an amusing distraction, mortal. Now, die!
His Axe became a meteor, slammed into Liam again and again.
The first hit shattered Liam's remaining armor. The second broke his limbs.
The third was a final, crushing blow that drove him into the ground, leaving him in a shallow crater,
broken and unmoving.
The battlefield fell silent once more.
The human defenders on the walls watched
Their champion, was gone. Liam lay still, his breath shallow, his body a canvas of ruin. He felt his life slipping away.
With the last of his focus, he looked at his own information.
> Liam – Level 206/∞
> * Title: The General
> * Strength: 1020
> * Agility: 1020
> * Endurance: 1020
> * Magic: 20 / 1020
> * Dark Force: 460
> * Green Attributes: 115
> * Light Attributes: 90
> * Health: 50/60000
He was broken. His magic was so low he couldn't even muster the faintest green glow to heal himself.
He had failed. He felt the darkness closing in. He was dead.
General Malakor stood over Liam's body, his chest heaving.
Let out a roar of triumph that shook the entire city. The demon army roared with him. Victory was theirs.
Liam was dead, Malakor turned his attention to the true prize. With a single, powerful leap, he vanished from the battlefield and reappeared in an instant atop the highest tower of the Royal Palace.
The guards there were incinerated before they could even draw their swords. He smashed through the stone wall and stepped into the chamber where the King was trying to usher Lyra to safety.
He backhanded the King, sending the old man crashing into a wall, and grabbed Lyra by the throat, lifting her into the air.
She struggled, her fingers clawing at his armor.
"I was given orders to kill everyone in this pathetic city,"
Malakor
"But I will not kill you. A prize such as yourself should not be wasted. You will become my servant."
"LIAM!" Lyra screamed, to the hero she believed was already gone.
Down below, in the crater
Liam heard it
in the abyss of his own death,
He reached for the Ability Valerius had used before him.
He used Dark Healing.
It was a violent, agonizing reconstruction. Tendrils of pure shadow erupted from his wounds, not closing them, but forcefully stitching them together with threads of darkness. His broken bones snapped back into place
His pulverized organs were rebuilt with solidified shadow. It was a resurrection fueled by pure spite and rage.
He stood up, his body whole.
His blue eyes were gone, replaced by two burning energies,
He was a force of nature.
With a thought, he was gone from the crater and standing in the tower chamber.
Malakor spun around, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible! You were dead!"
Liam lunged.
He appeared before the General.
And he Stole Lyra From the General , gently placed her in the ground .
"Give me the dagger,"
A vortex of shadow appeared, and the poison dagger flew into his hand.
Liam moved, and Malakor, the great Demon General who had leveled armies, could not even track his movements.
The poisoned dagger was buried in the General's gut.
Before Malakor could even react, Liam was behind him, driving the dagger into the back of his neck.
Everyone on the battlefield, human and demon alike,
looked up at the tower and saw it. They saw the flash of movement,
the demonic General stumbling, and they saw Liam, wreathed in an aura of terrifying, multi-hued energy, delivering the final blow.
He plunged the dagger deep into Malakor's chest, lifted the massive demon off his feet, and, threw him from the tower. The General's body landed in the street below, lifeless.
A silence fell over the city.
Then, the human defenders erupted in a cheer.
Liam, standing on the edge of the broken tower, The chaotic energy around him exploded outward.
He had lost control. His mind was a storm of conflicting powers,
He shot down from the tower, He became a death moving through the demon army.
He moved so fast he was just a blur, a reaping shadow that left only dismembered corpses in its wake.
There was only annihilation.
He killed them by the hundreds, then the thousands. His attacks were so wide and chaotic that some of his own people, the very soldiers of Oakhaven who were fighting nearby, were caught in the crossfire, cut down by his attack.
He didn't stop until every last demon in the city was dead.
When the last enemy fell, Liam stood in the center of the corpse-strewn street,
perfectly still. The terrifying aura around him slowly receded.
He stood frozen for a moment,
collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
For a moment, there was only shocked silence. Then, a single voice cried out, "He did it! He saved us!" Another voice joined, and another, until the entire city was chanting.
They had won.
He was their savior.
He was their hero.
The royal guards approached his unconscious form. They lifted him gently and carried him through the cheering crowds to the palace, placing him in his bed.
Later, the King stood by his bedside,
Lyra was there too, gently cleaning Liam's face She looked at his peaceful, sleeping face, but she wasn't seeing the boy she knew.
She was seeing the terrifying, uncontrollable force that had killed an army on its own.
That wasn't Liam, she thought.
I know it wasn't.
That was a dark force. It was a force to kill, a force to destroy.
Is the prophecy we read about This happening ?