THE CLASH CONTINUES.....
Fifteen monsters became thirty.
Not born—replicated.
Each creature wore crude but unmistakably lethal equipment: mithryl blades, armor etched with dragon-slaying runes warped by forbidden sorcery. Weapons meant to kill legends—now wielded by things that were barely alive.
Alfred didn't hesitate.
"Simon. Armin. Formation Delta."
The air exploded with mana waves.
Swirling around the merchants.
Alfred slammed his artifact into the ground—a crystalline prism engraved with royal sigils. Golden light burst outward, forming a mana cube, thick and layered, locking the merchants inside like insects trapped in amber keeping them safe from the chaos.
One merchant whispers its a royal artifact presented to him by his majesty himself.
I think they value him very much.
Voyrn interrupts him saying i think there's a large mithryl deposit under this filthy swamp land yorin shouts at him saying its look like you want us all to throw you down straight to the mithryl deposit land with some unknown terrifying creatures waiting to tear you apart every merchant starring at voyrn frightened by their gaze he become silent .
The cube rose.
Mud, bodies, panic—all left below.
Alfred's left hand remained raised, veins glowing gold as mana poured endlessly into the artifact to keep it functioning His breathing slowed, controlled, disciplined.
His right hand drew the Gravetoll Blade.
The sword screamed.
Golden Qi erupted from his body, flooding the village ruins with blinding radiance. Cracked bones embedded in the gates vaporized under the pressure.
"Come," Alfred said quietly.
The mud answered.
the mud monsters run toward Alfred.
Simon — Wind That Cuts
Simon moved first.
Blue mana surged around him, swirling like a violent ocean caught in a storm. He thrust the Spear of Aerial forward—and the wind obeyed.
A pressure wave detonated from the spear
Three mud creatures were skinned alive, their bodies torn apart molecule by molecule as compressed air ripped through mithryl armors fall motionless into the ground.
Simon spun, chanting spells under his breath.
> Enhancement—Velocity.
Reinforcement—Edge.
Spell Link—Cyclone Vein.
His spear vanished.
Then reappeared—inside a creature's skull.
The explosion of wind reduced it to sludge.
But the others adapted.
Mud hardened. Dark magic reinforced joints. They moved faster now—learning.
Simon's eyes widened.
"They're evolving mid-fight!"
"Good," Alfred said.
"Then they'll die smarter."
Armin — Black Blood Awakens
Armin stood still.
Too still.
The Thunder Dragon Sword trembled in his grip, black lightning crawling across the blade like living veins. His blood—no longer fully human—boiled beneath his skin.
Then—
It leaked.
Black-red Qi burst from his pores, staining the air itself. The ground around him cracked, scorched by corrupt thunder.
One mud creature lunged.
Armin vanished.
A thunderclap shattered the village houses into ruins.
He reappeared behind the creature, sword already mid-swing. The lightning didn't strike—it devoured. The mithryl armor screamed as dark electricity chewed through dragon-slaying metal, leaving nothing but molten fragments.
Armin didn't stop.
He didn't even breathe.
Each step left scorched footprints. Each swing erased existence. Black lightning chained between enemies, forcing them to share death falling one by one.
But the mud didn't retreat.
It multiplied again.
Thirty became more and more.
Multiplying themselves rapidly.
The Earth Answers
The ground collapsed.
Mud surged upward, forming massive limbs, crushing huts, tearing bones from gates to reinforce itself.
A dozen creatures fused into a towering abomination—its chest engraved with glowing mithryl runes.
It raised a blade the size of a carriage.
Alfred's artifact cracked a bit mana emitting from the cracks.
Blood ran from his nose—but his hand didn't drop.
"Simon," he commanded.
"Break its balance."
Simon nodded once.
The wind howled.
The fog becoming thinner....
To be continued....