Thank you Josh Roark (Mass release 5/8]
The Fatek General's eyes flickered, his mind struggling to recover from the immense pressure it had just endured. His vision blurred momentarily, but what he saw next sent him into a state of disbelief. The battlefield was in utter chaos, and to his horror, his once-loyal Fatek soldiers were being slaughtered... by their own kind.
No, not just any soldiers—his former champion, now a mindless killing machine under someone else's control.
"Impossible," the Fatek General muttered, shaking his head in frustration. "This must be the work of that... **thing**!" His eyes narrowed as he scanned the battlefield frantically, searching for the root cause of this betrayal. It didn't take him long to spot Axel in the distance, standing amidst the carnage, his body crackling with an ominous, lightning-like energy.
"I underestimated you," the General growled, his voice thick with contempt. "No more games." With a snarl, he rose from his throne, gripping a massive battle hammer that hung beside it. The weapon hummed with power, archaic yet advanced, glowing faintly as it left its resting place.
Axel's eyes sharpened as he took in the sight. *'A little medieval for an alien of his kind,'* he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. *'It must be some kind of advanced tech disguised as a relic. Interesting.'*
His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. The atmosphere around him vibrated with energy, his confidence bolstered by the growing numbers of his undead army.
[Your army has increased.]
[50/50]
[You have been rewarded for your fast growth.]
[You have leveled up your skill.]
[56/75]
*'The more soldiers I control, the more my mana grows. That doesn't make sense unless... I'm absorbing mana from them instead of the other way around,'* Axel mused, the thought sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. A wicked smile peeled across his face as he rolled his neck, surveying the battlefield.
His undead army moved with ruthless efficiency, cutting through the Fatek ranks like a storm of death. His top soldiers were leading the charge, giving the hunters a fighting chance amidst the chaos. The tide of battle was turning, slowly but surely. Victory was in sight.
Axel's vision swam, his ears ringing from the distorted sounds of the battlefield. He could barely make out the massive form of the Fatek General, who was now striding toward him with a smug grin on his alien face.
"How weak can a human get? Hahahaha!" The General's laughter echoed through the battlefield, mocking Axel's weakened state. "You may have taken down my soldiers, but **I** am beyond your reach, Hunter!"
Axel's heart pounded in his chest as the General loomed over him, his shadow casting Axel in darkness. The General raised his battle hammer high into the air, the red glow intensifying as he prepared to deliver the final blow.
Axel, still struggling to regain his balance, could barely move. His body screamed in pain, his vision clouded with red. *'I'm not fast enough... not strong enough,'* he thought, panic clawing at the edges of his mind. *'I can't die here... not like this!'*
The hammer came down, its deadly glow promising nothing but death.
*'Move... MOVE!'* Axel's mind screamed, but his body refused to obey.
Just as the hammer descended, a deafening roar echoed through the battlefield, cutting through the chaos like a knife.
Axel's eyes snapped open, and he saw a figure, blurred....
'Is it you God?'
Unfortunately not, but unmistakable, rushing toward the Fatek General with blinding speed.
*Who...?*
The next moment, the Fatek General's hammer was stopped mid-swing, colliding with a force so powerful it sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The ground beneath them cracked, and the air seemed to freeze.
Axel blinked through the haze, his heart pounding as he recognized the figure that had saved him.
"Captain Rowin...?"