The sky over Nacrosia bled shadows as the three lands descended into a most foul and absolute pandemonium. Woe! For the cries of the mourning drowned the heavens, and the coin of the realm withered into worthlessness. Men, driven by frantic terror, didst flee with their kin and earthly spoils, boarding iron chariots to destinations unknown. The taverns stood in riot, the granaries were picked bare, and the great vaults of the usurers gathered naught but the gray dust of neglect. All the world was turned heels-over-head.
Then, a thunderous crack rent the air at the high bridge! Amidst the swirling fog and choking soot, a baleful crimson light didst flicker. From the gloom leapt the Lindron beast—a misshapen titan of malice—to lay waste to the innocent. But Jacob, a soul of iron, thrust us aside and stood fast.
Jacob: "Thou wouldst seek a quarrel? O, 'tis a pitiable sight to behold thee sparring with those of lesser stature. If thou cravest a contest, find one whose shadow matches thine own!"
The Beast: "Dost thou dare? Then come, mortal! Meet thy quietus!"
With a roar, the monster unleashed its celestial fires—great cannons of plasma that scorched the very earth. Jacob was hurled like a leaf in a gale, tossed into the high firmament and dashed back to the stones with such violence that the ground itself groaned and cracked into a crater. The beast, believing the deed done, brushed the dust from its hide and turned to depart.
But soft! What figure rises from the ruin?
With eyes flashing like Mars himself, Jacob surged through the debris. In the twinkling of an eye, he fell upon the beast with a blow of such vigor it shook the foundations of the street. The mutant, enraged, answered with a beam of crimson fury, bathing the spot in fire until the stones turned to steam. Yet, when the vapor cleared, the mark was gone.
A tap upon the shoulder! The beast turned, only to be met by a fist of righteous thunder. Back and forth the tides of battle surged, until the mutant, gaining a cruel advantage, seized Jacob by the locks of his head. He rained blows upon the hero's countenance until teeth fell like hail and his visage was marred with the blood of his labor.
The monster cast him aside as one would refuse. But Jacob, rising upon his knees, whispered: "Art thou finished so soon?"
Infuriated, the beast charged to deliver a final, crushing blow. Yet Jacob, nimble as Mercury, caught the limb in mid-flight! He delivered a stinging blow to the jaw, swept the creature's feet from the earth, and with a wrath most holy, shattered its bones. He forced a slab of cold stone into the monster's maw and struck it home, ending the creature's wretched breath upon that very spot.
Through the broken junction, he dragged the carcass. The common folk, their hearts heavy with vengeance, looked upon him and let out a shout that shook the stars. This victory was but the first petal of a blooming justice. As the tidings spread throughout the realm, Jacob stood before the multitude and spoke:
Jacob: "The final straw is broken! This is no mere riot of disgruntled souls; 'tis a holy war! I devote my life, my sword, and my spirit to this cause."
Thus, Jacob declared his defiance against the tyranny of the Lindron Lords.
THURSDAY
The sun rose upon a weary company treading toward the front of battle. As they paused to draw breath, a sudden boom shook the firmament, followed by a succession of cracks like the breaking of the world. A great and sudden wind whistled past their ears. When the dust settled and they raised their eyes to the heavens, they beheld a terrifying sight: a legion of mutants, an army of darkness, descending upon them with fires of plasma ablaze.The boy and his uncle rushed to cover for safety.The Jacob stood tall and challenging.The infuriated mutant chief sent of his full army for a full on attack.One mutant man versus a large army of mutant men.They all circled him and piled up on him,then Jacob emitted a powerful plasma pulse sending them all flying away.Jacob didn't let the body fall; he used the cooling corpse as a physical meat shield, absorbing a volley of plasma bolts that hissed as they charred the dead man's armor.He drew his armanium sword made from meteorite debris and sliced open them all in a single strike.He slowly landed,the second wave was approaching,he kneeled down and touched the ground,sending pulses down the earth.This created land spikes to merge out and pick them all out by heart.The chief disgusted of the failures,charged up a sonic radiation blast and shot it at jacob.He countered it with his plasma shield...the attack was soo powerful it broke the ground beneath Jacob and was pushing him away and away as he is resisting and eventually dies off after loss off power.Jacob dahes around him so swiftly it created an illusion of many Jacob's present.The chief untouched by this move casually catches him midair and slams him towards the ground...Jacob splats blood out of his mouth and his neck bones cracked.You're fighting for a ghost, Jacob!" the Chief roared.The boy peeped from the rock they were hiding, he watched in horrified silence. He saw Jacob caught in chiefs arm, snapping the radius with a dry pop before driving a combat knife through the gap in the soldier's neck plating. The spray of dark, arterial blood coated the ruins."Look away," the uncle commanded, but the boy couldn't. He watched Jacob lie helplessly. wasn't a hero's duel rather it was a butcher's shop.the chief held him upwards whilst charging another sonic radiation ball."any last words?"said the chief while smirking.Jacob swiftly Drew his armanium sword and slit the commanders throat.Blood swooshed on his face.The boy watched these scenes in horror and covered him mouth in frieght.Jacob was surrounded, a mountain of broken bodies piling up around him. His armor was shredded, exposing deep, jagged lacerations that wept red across his chest. He was losing strength, but every time a trooper moved in for the kill, Jacob tore them apart with his bare hands.He spilled up bodies and bodies.The last one trembled in fear as Jacob walked towards him with blood dripping."IT'S A DISGRACE FOR MYSELF TO DIES IN THY HANDS"he lured his sword and stabbed himself.Jacob laughed"pathetic" and turns towards the boy and uncle and said"THERE'S MORE TO IT,SHALL WE MOVE OR JUST STARVE IN HORROR?"the boy and uncle quietly followed him and headed toward lindron military basement and headquaters.the place the chip was located.