Warlock of War: My Ares System

A large gust of wind dragged the massive blotches of blood off of the stone wall and incorporated itself into its very essence. The gales became blood-red, tearing through the air and slicing through both comrade and foe. 

“They’re crazy… how could the king ever let such people become leaders… we must run. No matter if the commander has given us permission as we must flee! PLEASE!” I shouted before an explosion of miasma and mana sent two figures flying in opposite directions. One went towards the already broken wall while the other, a woman with long pink hair and glaring lunar-pink eyes crashed at my very feet. She made an indent on the stone brick wall before coughing up a massive quantity of blood. 

Her hopeless state. Her bloodied state. Her broken state. Both arms were unusable. Legs were at their ends meet. I doubt she could even see with the concussion I was sure she had received. And I wasn’t the only one who realized this, as my surrounding comrades, the ones cowering at the very back turned towards her, eyes emanating with killing intent. 

‘We can not do anything until she dies or she wins…’ Those words tingled in my mind. And as I looked down at my metal gauntlets insistently reaching toward the woman’s neck, a soft pale hand caught them. 

Rippling long purple hair waved in my vision like a radiant flag of war. A tall figure towering over me like the endless peak of a mountain unconquerable to the human mind. It was a sight I was never going to forget.

…

(Orion POV) 

“You’ve become weak.” 

“No, you’ve just become way too fucking strong…” Luna slapped my hand away as I gestured to help her get up. Clearly, she wasn’t in the mood for any kind of dilly-dallying as her entire reputation was on the line. 

“Want me to help?” 

“Shut the fuck and stand back… I’m just getting started.” 

Her eyes bore an intensity that seemed to sear through the very essence of her surroundings. Filled with an unwavering conviction, they glowed with an inner fire, their vibrant hue strikingly vivid against the backdrop of her pale complexion. In those eyes, there was a ferocity that refused to be contained, a burning determination that defied any opposition.

But beneath the surface of that conviction lurked something darker—an abyss of malice that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet her gaze. Especially the cowardly soldiers who attempted to take her life.  𝑜𝓋𝔩xt.𝑪𝑜𝓂

The depths of her eyes seemed to harbor shadows, an unsettling darkness that contrasted starkly with the light that radiated from within. It was as if her malice and her conviction were inextricably intertwined, two sides of the same coin.

As her gaze fixated on the demonic commander, the lines of her face hardened, her eyebrows drawing together into a fierce, unyielding expression. Her lips pressed into a thin line, revealing the tension that coiled within her. The malice in her eyes seemed to sharpen, like a blade honed for a singular purpose.

And then, with a single gesture of her arms crossing together, right in front of her chest, a mantra of words slipped out. 

“Throne World…” Everybody instinctively felt a grotesque presence claw at their insides, forcing even me to take a step back as the malice gathered at the tips of her pupils began to pour out and chills to erupt across my skin. “… Land of Memories.” 

I had heard she used her throne world on me. It wasn’t for long, but I assume she wanted to investigate my past. I had no reason to hate on her for doing that, so I wasn’t planning on bringing it up… but now that I see it manifested into reality, I had a hard time figuring out just what exactly the boundaries of this throne world were. 

I stood at the very edge of this separate realm… but not for long. 

As I was forced through the ethereal veil that separates hell and the enigmatic throne world, I found myself standing at the threshold of a breathtaking transformation. The once barren and desolate battlefield, a place where monstrous creatures and demons clashed in a chaotic frenzy, undergoes a mesmerizing metamorphosis. Before my eyes, the landscape shifts and shimmers, and the very fabric of reality is bent to Luna’s design.

The air is charged with otherworldly energy, and a warm, gentle breeze carries with it the scent of saltwater and the distant call of bone-white seagulls. As I take a step forward, the ground beneath my feet changes in contrast to my weight. What was once hard and muddy transforms into soft, golden sand that yields with each footfall, cushioning my every step.

Before me, the horizon stretches infinitely, where the cerulean sky kisses the azure expanse of the ocean. Waves lap at the shore with a soothing rhythm and the water sparkles like a sea of sapphires under the radiant sun. The once-raging battle that dominated this realm has now been swept away by the tranquil tide, and only faint echoes of clashes and roars remain.

But as I turn around, the heart of this realm comes into view—an embodiment of life and nature’s reclamation. The beach itself seems to come alive, its sands rippling and shifting with an almost sentient awareness. A wave of horrifying centipede-like creatures emerges from the ground while the ocean in the far expanse begins to bubble with anticipation. 

The ocean’s surface ripples and quivers with a disquieting anticipation, as if nature itself holds its breath. A distant murmuring, a growing crescendo of turmoil, resonates through the air. The once serene horizon is distorted by an ominous bulge, only to be later discovered as a monstrous wall of water ascending from the depths with an insatiable hunger. And tying all of this together was the sunlight’s glint off the swelling mass, casting an eerie shimmer across its undulating surface. 

As the water gathers momentum, the roar of a thousand thunderstorms crashes to shore, drowning out all other sounds. Towers of concentrated sea water climb higher, a churning turmoil of frothy crests and churning fury. With a primal might, the tsunami’s towering crest curls and contorts, its weight bearing down as it transforms into a relentless juggernaut, a colossal surge of unbridled power ready to reshape the world it engulfs.

Once the monstrous creatures and demons that once battled ferociously witnessed this force of nature, they stopped in their tracks. With each breath resonating with each other across the battlefield, a collective tightening of chests and holding of breaths permeated the mass. 

“Oh shit…”