The moment Morix lifted the God of Calamity's Blade…
the world vanished.
Everything around him turned pitch–black.
A sharp, crushing bloodlust shot into his mind the same feeling he sensed when he fought Gabriel… but this time, it was thousands of times heavier, colder, and more violent.
As if the blade itself wanted to swallow his soul.
Morix clenched his teeth.
He remembered the past.
When he was a child, he had failed to control this power.
He was too innocent, too naive, too unaware…
and the sword had used his body to create a storm of destruction.
But now… he wasn't that child anymore.
He had people who trusted him.
He had a kingdom standing on the edge of collapse.
He had a duty he couldn't run from.
He could NOT lose control.
But the sword didn't care.
The blade's power rushed into his veins, twisting his thoughts, gripping his soul.
Morix felt his body turn cold. His fingers tightened around the hilt on their own.
His heart beat louder, darker.
His vision turned red.
And then
Warmth.
Two soft hands suddenly cupped his cheeks.
Morix froze.
His raging breaths stopped.
The bloodlust paused.
He blinked.
Standing in front of him, glowing like a gentle moon, was the faceless girl from his dreams.
She had no form, no clear face…
yet her presence felt warm, safe, almost divine.
Before he could speak, she wrapped her arms around him
not in body, but in aura, like a spirit embracing his soul.
The darkness cracking through Morix's mind shattered.
His rage melted.
The sword's madness loosened.
His bloodlust turned to calm.
The girl's warmth seeped into him like soft sunlight.
And then she whispered without a voice
a feeling, not words:
"Come back."
Morix gasped as the darkness cleared.
His eyes opened.
He stood inside the sealed chamber again…
but now the blade felt different in his hand.
It wasn't controlling him anymore.
He was controlling it.
A new power surged through his body.
Not wild.
Not chaotic.
But steady, sharp, focused like lightning in human form.
Morix felt stronger than he had ever been in his entire life.
And with a single step
BOOM.
A crack of thunder echoed.
Morix vanished from the chamber and appeared at the kingdom's border in the blink of an eye.
Rales was standing there, double checking everything with care and precision.
He inspected the frontline formations.
Reviewed the archers' placements.
Checked on the shield-bearers.
Cross-verified the medical team supplies, healers, backup stretches, everything.
He ensured rations were packed, scouts deployed, signal flares ready, and every small detail polished to perfection.
A general preparing not just for battle…
but for survival.
Morix's steps cracked the ground as he walked toward the frontlines.
Every soldier felt his presence before they even saw him.
Rales, standing a few feet ahead, sensed the storm behind him.
He didn't turn immediately he simply smiled.
Rales' thoughts:
He really did it. He tamed that cursed blade.
Morix… you're not just a warrior.
You're the pillar that holds this kingdom together.
When Rales finally turned, Morix's aura flashed like thunder behind him.
Rales:
"Didn't doubt you for a second."
The army thousands strong straightened with a single breath.
Ancient beasts growled.
Shields rattled.
Mana in the air thickened.
Everyone waited for Morix.
Morix stepped forward, the God of Calamity's Blade on his shoulder, crackling with raw power.
Lightning flickered in his eyes.
He took a deep breath.
Then
MORIX'S SPEECH
"VALARION!"
His voice hit the army like a shockwave.
"You already know what has happened.
Our ally has been taken.
Their homes burned.
Their people forced to kneel."
Silence.
Shaking fists.
Grinding teeth.
"But hear me well…"
Morix pointed the blade toward the dark horizon.
"…THIS is not their war alone.
This is OUR war."
The soldiers leaned forward, hanging on every word.
"If they fall today…
then tomorrow, it will be our gates that burn.
Our people who scream.
Our homes that crumble."
A heavy tension hit the air.
"We are not fighting to win a battle."
Morix slammed the blade into the earth BOOM.
"We are fighting to PROTECT EVERYTHING WE LOVE!"
A surge of heat ran through the army.
"We fight because our kingdom trusts us.
We fight because our families sleep under our shield.
We fight because if Valarion falls,
Aurethion will never see peace again!"
Morix's aura exploded lightning racing through the sky.
"And remember this!"
He pointed the blade at his heart.
"We do NOT fear armies.
We do NOT fear kings.
We do NOT fear Mammon and his six sword masters."
His voice deepened.
"Because the world fears US."
A roar swept through the soldiers.
Morix raised the blade high.
"RIGHT-HAND MAN!"
His loyal second in command stepped forward immediately, kneeling.
Morix's tone turned sharp and commanding.
"You will lead the army beside General Rales.
You will take my place on the front lines.
You will guide every soldier to the battlefield."
His voice grew thunderous.
"And you will NOT let a single man fall without purpose!"
The right-hand man pounded his chest.
"By your order, my lord!"
The army erupted in a war cry.
Morix inhaled once, lightning swirling around him.
Then he spoke quietly, almost too soft to hear:
"…I'll open the path."
And in the next heartbeat
CRACK BOOM!
Morix shot forward like a living thunderbolt, ripping through the air, blazing across the land straight toward the captured kingdom…
Where Mammon the boy who might become a Sword Saint
was waiting with a smile.