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<Emotion Eliminator>

[The skill known as "Emotion Eliminator" delves into the depths of the user's psyche, enabling them to tap into a state of zero emotions. When invoked, this skill effectively strips away any emotional hindrances that may impede the warrior's will to fight, resulting in a state of cold detachment.

By eliminating emotions such as pain, anger, fear, and even compassion, the user becomes liberated from the distractions that can cloud judgment and hinder decision-making in combat. This state of emotional detachment allows the mind to work with utmost clarity and efficiency, enabling the user to assess their surroundings swiftly and discern the optimal strategies and techniques to employ in any given situation.

With emotions cast aside, the user's focus sharpens, and they become immune to the distractions and vulnerabilities associated with emotional responses. Pain, whether inflicted by physical or psychological means, is no longer a hindrance, as the user's detachment from sensation allows them to disregard discomfort and press on undeterred.

While emotions are eliminated, it is essential to note that the skill does not render the user completely devoid of consciousness or empathy. Rather, it provides temporary respite from the influence of emotions, allowing the warrior to operate with a detached perspective solely geared towards achieving victory.]

As the skill enveloped him, Grok's eyes turned pure white, his emotions shrouded in a veil of detachment. Pain, fear, and grief were banished, replaced by a singular focus on rescuing his injured comrade.

<Nimble Shift>

[The skill known as "Nimble Shift" is a last resort ability to be employed solely in moments of ultimate crisis. It harnesses the untamed mana present in the surrounding environment and channels it directly into the user's legs, granting them unparalleled speed and agility. However, this power comes at an excruciating cost.

When Nimble Shift is activated, the wild mana surges into the user's legs without being filtered by the heart or any other regulating mechanism. As a result, an intense and unbearable pain courses through the user's lower limbs. The agony becomes so severe that the user may even entertain the thought of severing their own legs to end the torment.

Paradoxically, it is precisely this agonizing pain that fuels the true potential of the skill. As the user endures the excruciating sensation, their speed is exponentially increased. The more intense the pain inflicted by the untamed mana, the greater the surge in the user's velocity. It is as if the anguish itself propels the user forward, transcending the limits of human capability.

In this state, the user becomes a blur of motion, their movements defying the laws of physics. Their reflexes are heightened, allowing them to evade attacks, navigate obstacles with finesse, and strike with precision. The pain, although excruciating, is transformed into a source of power, enabling the user to outrun danger and react swiftly in dire situations.

The key characteristic of Nimble Shift lies in its delicate balance between agony and unparalleled speed. The user must find the threshold where pain is intense enough to unlock extraordinary swiftness without incapacitating them entirely. Mastering this skill requires tremendous mental fortitude, as the user must endure unimaginable suffering to unleash their full potential.

Nimble Shift stands as a testament to the lengths one would go to survive in dire circumstances. It is a skill that defies conventional wisdom, turning anguish into a catalyst for extraordinary speed and agility. However, its utilization comes at a grave cost, demanding unwavering resolve and an unwelcome acceptance of unbearable pain.]

In an instant, Grok vanished from his previous position, reappearing beside the chimera's hand that still clutched Arthur's injured body. With a swift motion, Grok severed the hand, freeing Arthur from his grotesque captivity.

The chimera's regeneration was swift, yet Grok was unyielding in his resolve. He cradled Arthur in his arms, his powerful strides propelling him forward with unmatched speed.

The chimera gave chase, its monstrous form closing in with relentless determination. But Grok had a plan—a plan born of a mind devoid of emotion, focused solely on the preservation of his fallen comrade.

One by one, Grok hurled his soldiers at the chimera, using them as sacrificial pawns to delay the relentless pursuer. The clash between soldiers and monstrosity echoed through the battlefield, each sacrifice serving as a momentary distraction.

The soldiers valiantly fought, their cries of pain serving as a backdrop to the resolute determination etched on Grok's face. He knew the cost of his actions, yet his mind remained unclouded, his purpose unwavering.I think you should take a look at

The chimera dispatched the soldiers with ease, its focus solely fixed on reaching its intended prey. But with each sacrifice, Grok gained precious moments to escape, to carry Arthur to safety.

As Grok's gaze met the relentless pursuit behind him, a glint of determination burned within his eyes. The battlefield was a testament to his unyielding will—a canvas painted with the blood and sacrifice of his comrades.

He would not falter. He would not fail.

For Arthur.

And with a final surge of strength, Grok pressed forward, his heart aflame with an unquenchable fire, as he fought against insurmountable odds to protect his fallen friend and carve a path to the backlines.

After a final, mighty push, Grok triumphantly reached the back lines of his army, gently laying down Arthur's battered yet still breathing body. Despite the relentless assault he had endured, Arthur clung to life, although his chest bore a gaping hole, surrounded by a swirling vortex of ominous black energy, and his blood loss was staggering.

Derein, his loyal companion, swiftly raced to Arthur's side, accompanied by her most skilled Healers. Determination etched on her face, she cradled Arthur's head in her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks as she beheld his wretched condition.

"I won't let you slip away, Arthur. We will save you," Derein whispered, her voice filled with both desperation and unwavering resolve.

"I need heals or i will-"

Before Grok could utter another word, his eyes abruptly reverted to their normal state, and he collapsed without warning, blood gushing uncontrollably from his legs.

"Curses! He invoked the forbidden arts. Summon additional Healers immediately! We must attend to Grok's injuries with utmost urgency!" Derein's voice trembled with a mix of anguish and determination, her tears flowing freely.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Arthur, please don't abandon me. I implore you, don't forsake me in this dire hour, or my spirit will shatter. Sir, Grok has also succumbed."

"Madam Derein, that abomination is relentlessly slaughtering our soldiers," spoke one of the knight captains, gesturing toward the hulking chimera zombie.

As if in response to the mounting chaos, the rain intensified, transforming into an onslaught, while a tempest loomed on the distant horizon.

"God, Please Save us." Derein spoke in a very slow voice praying to the all mighty.