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The world was white and grey an endless sea of falling snow, mist, and ice. The air itself was frozen. Amidst the chaos, war raged like a living nightmare, and within that dream, Aeron Grim moved like reaper among the undead.
His greatsword, wreathed in dark flame, sang through the air as he exchanged blows with the three White Walkers. Each strike was a thunderclap; each parry shook the ice beneath their feet. Their movements were swift, elegant, inhumanly graceful and monstrous in their precision.
When his dark flame clashed against their ice-forged swords, the result was startling.
Nothing.
No sizzle. No melt. No recoil.
The fire hissed harmlessly against their blades, like wind brushing stone.
"Just like the Cannibal..." Aeron muttered to himself, dodging a sudden thrust that carved a line of blue light through the snow. "flame does nothing against this ice.."
He ducked beneath a spinning slash, twisting his body with fluid agility before launching a counterstrike that forced one of the Walkers back, dragging frost with each step.
Beyond the immediate duel, the battlefield was madness.
His shadows fought the weights, and the dead were endless.
From the fog, great undead giants lumbered forth, grotesque behemoths of rotting flesh and cracked bone, swinging makeshift clubs of ice and uprooted trees. They struck with terrifying force, sending groups of shadow knights sprawling like ants before the tide.
But the shadows did not flee. They did not die, they regenerated and charged.
Vaydris of Asshai, the red priest and assassin, stood atop a mound of frost-ridden corpses, his violet eyes burning like a pyre in the mist. With a whisper of shadow, he raised his hand and the ground rippled. Chains of living night erupted from beneath the snow, coiling around the limbs of a howling giant.
The creature roared but its bellow was cut short.
A wave of fire poured from Vaydris's outstretched palm, black and hungry. The flame consumed the giant, rotting it from the inside. It collapsed like a felled tree, the flames curling across the battlefield like serpents in the wind.
Nearby, the Cannibal a shadow dragon of titanic proportions swept low through the fog, its massive wings blowing away legions of undead like smoke. It opened its jaw and unleashed a torrent of living fire, the breath black as the void, consuming hundreds in one awful roar. Limbs, bone, and shattered spears scattered like chaff in a storm.
The storm was hellish. Yet somehow, it was beautiful.
The fog and snow curled together, painting pale scenes of carnage, frozen silhouettes frozen mid-death. Against this backdrop, Aeron and the White Walkers clashed like gods in a tale of old.
The Walker to his left lunged with startling speed but Aeron turned mid-air, parrying with a shoulder bash, then pivoted and slashed at another. They moved like a trinity of frost, never breaking formation, forcing him to be sharper than ever.
"Good," Aeron muttered through clenched teeth, breath steaming in the cold. "Maybe killing these bastards will bring down the rest."
He ducked a blow aimed at his skull, then spun into a wide swing meant to cleave the three of them apart.
CLANG.
His blade met all three of theirs at once locked mid-air, frozen in a perfect moment.
"Though I doubt it," he hissed, violet eyes blazing.
He shoved forward, sheer brute strength behind his strike. One of the Walkers skidded backward, ice cracking beneath his feet. Another raised his blade high for a counter only to be met with Ruler's Authority summoned from Aeron's free hand. It struck like a hammer, staggering him.
Aeron didn't waste time. He lunged forward, crashing through the space between them , blade aimed for the heart of the nearest Walker.
The Walker raised his blade to parry
Too late.
The dark greatsword sank deep into the creature's midsection.
Frost exploded outward like shattered glass. The Walker let out a sharp, inhuman cry but did not fall.
Instead, it stared at him cold, endless, hateful.
"Still standing ?" Aeron whispered. "Strange."
Aeron rolled his neck once, his greatsword already burning black in his grip.
His violet eyes glowed brighter.
"So… Can you truly keep up with me?" His voice cut through the mist. "Let's not waste time."
The Walker charged its blade arcing down in a clean, ancient motion. Aeron stepped aside with minimal effort, cloak dancing in the wind, and extended his hand.
[Chains of the Abyss]
The air behind him shattered like glass as long black chains burst forth writhing, snarling serpents of shadow that coiled around the Walker mid-strike. It snarled, resisting with unholy strength, but the chains only tightened, dragging it to its knees.
Aeron walked toward him, slowly, his eyes narrowed.
"Kneel."
[Ruler's Authority]
The chain-wrapped Walker was slammed into the ground, the very weight of Aeron's will bending its body with invisible force. The creature screeched in protest as its bones groaned beneath the unseen pressure.
Aeron raised his greatsword, its blade now humming, the edge glowing with dark flames.
[Mutilation]
The sword came down with finality.
A clean diagonal cut shoulder to hip slicing through icy bone and ancient spirit alike. The Walker let out a dying screech that curdled the wind before vanishing into brittle shards of ice.
The second was already upon him.
Its sword clanged against Aeron's gauntlet with a sound like thunder. Aeron pushed it back, blade meeting blade in a storm of sparks and frost. They circled, their strikes blurs of grace and monstrous strength. Then Aeron caught an opening, sidestepped, pivoted
And in one savage twist, he brought his greatsword around in a horizontal arc.
The Walker's head flew clean from its shoulders.
A beautiful, cruel cut.
The body dropped, stiff for a moment and then it broke into icy shards.
Aeron didn't even glance at it.
But the third was waiting.
Standing a few paces away, weapon in hand, its eyes glowing blue like a cursed moon. It didn't charge. It waited calm, cold. It couldn't even care less that two of his kind just dropped dead.
Aeron's lips parted into a slow smile.
[Bloodlust]
Violet energy surged across his body. His eyes lit like stars. His heartbeat became thunder.
He launched himself at the Walker, faster than the wind. Their blades met again, but now, Aeron's strength was unnatural, divine. He kicked the Walker hard in the chest so hard it lifted off the ground.
Behind the creature, the white mist split.
The Cannibal head emerged from it like an unholy ghost.
Massive and silent.
Its glowing eyes locked on the Walker as if it had been waiting for that exact moment.
"Catch." Aeron growled.
He lunged again not to kill, but to hurl the Walker backward, straight into the Cannibal's open maw. The ancient dragon's jaws snapped shut but Aeron wasn't done.
He raised one arm toward the trapped Walker.
[Red God's Wrath]
A wave of holy fire searing, divine, blinding erupted from his palm.
It struck the Walker dead in the chest, burning not just flesh, but his very soul.
The Cannibal roared, releasing its own torrent of flame. But only Aeron's fire consumed the walker.
The third Walker disintegrated reduced to ash in a blast that made even the storm pause.
Aeron landed beside his dragon, cloaked in embers and smoke. The battlefield around him was silent now. The remaining undead, without their masters, twitched but they didn't fall.
His violet eyes narrowed, scanning the remains.
"Of course... That's only his generals."
He wiped a smear of filth from his jaw.
"He is still the boss.."
The Cannibal lowered its massive head beside him, a low growl vibrating the earth.
Aeron looked toward the northern horizon.
"He is close, I just know it."
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