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He looked around randomly and spotted a four-man Veynar pack trying to slip out of a neighboring hide tent.

"Infiltrators!" the sub-commander roared, his deep bass voice exploding through the quiet camp like a sudden rockslide.

The shout was deafening. It shattered the fragile silence they had been trying to maintain all this time, shaking the loose thatch on the surrounding roofs. Inside nearby huts and tents, heavy grunts and the chaotic rustle of weapons being grabbed began to echo instantly.

The marauders warriors were waking up.

"Stop everything and stop him!!" Hargon shouted, breaking from the shadows with his three fastest veterans.

Hargon didn’t care about silence anymore; the shout had already broken the curtain and damage was done.

Hargon cycled every ounce of strength he had to the absolute limit. His muscles swelled beneath his leather armor as he launched his body forward like a charging bull, his stone-headed axe aimed straight at the sub-commander’s knee.

The Layer 3 giant let out a mocking, rage-filled laugh, his massive stone axe swinging in a wide, brutal arc with terrifying speed for something so large.

CLANG!

The sheer mass and power behind the swing was incredible. The heavy stone blade smashed head-on into Hargon’s axe, completely shattering the bone handle into splinters. The force threw the veteran Veynar sub-commander backward like a ragdoll, sending him crashing into the dirt with a deep, bloody gash across his chest armor.

"Stupid little pigs!" the giant bellowed, lifting his enormous axe high to crush Hargon’s skull in one final blow.

Before the blade could fall, a black shadow blurred past Hargon’s face.

SHIIING!

A sapphire flash cut through the air.

Sol stepped into the path of the falling stone axe. His silver-crimson eyes were completely flat, cold, and calculating, tracking the exact angle and speed of the descent like it was simple mathematics.

He raised his right hand.

The Dreadwing Blade cleared its leather scabbard fully for the first time in this camp.The moment the sapphire edge left its sheath, the high-frequency vibration intensified until the air around the blade visibly warped with a quiet, lethal ZIIING.

Sol swung upward in a clean, economical arc.

The vibrating sapphire edge met the massive stone axe head-on.

There was no heavy clash of metal or splintering rock. The high-frequency vacuum effect simply liquefied everything it touched. The dense petrified stone and reinforced bone fittings of the giant’s axe melted away like warm butter under a hot knife.

The top half of the massive weapon flew off uselessly into the dirt with a heavy thud, while the broken handle remained loosely in the giant’s stunned hands.

The sub- commander froze mid-swing, his red eyes bulging with shock.

He stared at the ruined remains of his prized axe like he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

No human blade had ever scratched it, let alone cutting through his precious stone weapon like it was nothing.

Sol didn’t give him even a micro-second to process the loss.

He stepped inward smoothly, his left hand shooting up to clamp around the giant’s thick throat, completely locking down his vocal cords. The giant’s mouth opened in a silent roar as Sol drove the vibrating sapphire blade straight through the center of his chest, right between the thick grey bone-ridges.

The molecular chainsaw effect did its work instantly.

The blade liquefied bone, muscle, and heart in one devastating thrust. The giant’s massive body gave one final, violent shudder. His arms dropped slack at his sides. His red eyes dimmed as the life force drained out of him completely.

Sol twisted the blade once for good measure, feeling the wet crunch of liquefied organs through the hilt, then yanked it free with a wet, sucking sound. A fountain of dark, viscous blood sprayed from the gaping wound in the giant’s chest.

The giant sub-commander collapsed forward like a felled tree, crashing heavily into the dirt at Sol’s feet. A pool of dark blood rapidly spread beneath his corpse, soaking into the dry earth and mixing with the dust.

The entire exchange had taken less than four seconds.

For one heartbeat, a stunned silence hung over the immediate area.

The nearby Marauders... warriors who had just begun stumbling out of their tents... froze in pure horror. Their eyes widened as they stared at the fallen sub-commander, one of their strongest leaders, now lying dead like a slaughtered pig at the feet of a single black-armored human.

Then chaos truly erupted.

"KILL HIM!" another giant roared from a nearby tent, his voice filled with rage as he charged forward with a massive stone hammer raised high.

"INTRUDERS! WAKE UP, YOU LAZY BASTARDS!"

More roars exploded across the camp. Tents burst open. Heavy footsteps thundered. Weapons were grabbed in panic. The entire Gray Marauder settlement woke up in an instant, turning from sleepy raiders into a furious, disorganized swarm.

But it was already too late.

Sol flicked the blood off his Dreadwing Blade with a casual snap of his wrist and moved.

He became a storm of death.

The sapphire blade sang its silent, lethal song as he carved through the first wave of responding Marauders with terrifying efficiency. He didn’t waste a single movement. Every swing was precise, clean, and brutal.

A charging giant swung a war club at his head... Sol ducked under it smoothly and slashed upward, the Dreadwing Blade cutting the giant from groin to sternum in one fluid motion. Guts spilled out in a wet rush as the warrior collapsed screaming.

Two more Marauders rushed him from the sides. Sol spun between them like smoke. The blade flashed twice. Two heads rolled across the dirt before their bodies even realized they were dead.

Heads rolled. Limbs flew. Blood sprayed in wide arcs under the awakening morning light.

Sol moved through the awakening camp like a black reaper, unstoppable and merciless. The Dreadwing Blade’s high-frequency edge made every cut terrifyingly smooth... bone parted like butter, armor shattered like glass.

Every time the blade claimed a life, the Silver pool inside his chest greedily drank in their spiritual essence. The power surged through him, growing stronger with every kill, but it still felt... incomplete.