Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 430

Chapter 430: War III

Myne smirked, her daggers spinning in her hands as if they were an extension of her own being. “Consider it done.”

She vanished into a wisp of shadow, reappearing amidst a group of Abyssal reinforcements at the battlefield’s rear. The air grew cold as her shadowmancy erupted in tendrils, snaring the enemies and dragging them into a void of darkness. Their panicked screams were quickly silenced.

“That’s one less wave to deal with,” she muttered, her daggers glinting with shadowy energy as she moved toward her next target.

Aiden, at the front lines, clashed with the Abyssal general. Their weapons met in a deafening clash that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The general’s halberd radiated Abyssal energy, each swing threatening to shatter Aiden’s defenses.

“You’re strong, mortal,” the general growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. “But strength alone won’t save you.”

Aiden dodged a wide arc of the halberd, countering with a thrust of his Golden Sword. The blade’s celestial energy flared as it met the general’s armor, leaving a glowing scar across the dark surface.

“Strength is just the beginning,” Aiden shot back, his voice steady. “It’s resolve that decides the outcome.”

The general bellowed, unleashing a wave of Abyssal energy that forced Aiden to retreat momentarily. The battlefield seemed to tremble as the general raised his halberd, summoning a towering avatar of darkness. The entity loomed over the battlefield, its form pulsating with malevolence.

“Myne! Rick! I’ll need cover—this one’s serious!” Aiden shouted, his Spirit Sense alerting him to the immense threat.

Rick, quick to adapt, shouted orders. “Archers, focus fire on that construct! Disrupt its energy flow! Beta Squad, keep the ground forces occupied—don’t let anyone near Aiden!”

Myne reappeared at Rick’s side, her breathing slightly labored but her grin still intact. “Looks like you’re handling things well here, Rick. Shall I go entertain the big guy?”

Rick nodded. “Go, but don’t get reckless. Aiden needs every second we can buy him.”

Without a word, Myne leapt into action, teleporting onto the giant construct’s shoulder. Her daggers glowed with shadow-infused energy as she plunged them into the entity’s form, sending cracks rippling through its body. The construct swatted at her, but she was too quick, disappearing and reappearing like a ghost.

Aiden seized the opportunity created by Myne’s distraction. His Golden Sword flared brighter than ever, the blade seemingly resonating with his willpower. “This ends now!” he roared, activating his strongest ability.

“Celestial Nova!”

Golden light erupted from his blade, engulfing the Abyssal general and the towering construct in a maelstrom of divine energy. The battlefield was bathed in blinding light, and the Abyssal forces recoiled, their morale shattered.

When the light faded, the general was on one knee, his armor shattered and his halberd broken. The towering construct had dissipated entirely. The general’s crimson eyes glared at Aiden with a mix of fury and respect.

“You’ve won this battle,” the general said through gritted teeth. “But the Abyss will not forget.”

Before Aiden could strike the final blow, the general dissolved into a swirling mass of darkness, retreating into the void.

The battlefield fell silent as the remaining Abyssal forces fled, their morale completely broken. Rick let out a sigh of relief, signaling the victory to their forces. Cheers erupted from the resistance ranks, their hard-fought triumph reinvigorating their spirits.

Aiden stood amidst the wreckage, his sword still glowing faintly. Myne appeared beside him, her usual smirk returning. “Not bad, hero. Guess you didn’t need me to babysit you after all.”

Aiden chuckled, exhaustion evident in his voice. “Thanks for the assist, Myne. And Rick… couldn’t have done this without you.”

Rick approached, his face serious but his eyes betraying a hint of pride. “This was only the beginning. We’ve won today, but the Abyss will strike again.”

Aiden nodded, his gaze shifting to the horizon. “Let them come. We’ll be ready.”

Aiden’s team pressed forward, their resolve unshaken despite the Abyssal forces rallying in response to their assault. The battlefield crackled with energy—waves of dark, corrupt energy clashed violently against Aiden’s radiant, golden aura. The very air shimmered under the strain of clashing powers.

Rick’s voice echoed through their communication channel, steady and sharp. “Aiden, Myne, hold the line. Dren and I will create an opening for the final strike. We can’t afford to let their general regroup.”

“Understood,” Aiden replied, his voice firm. He raised his sword, its blade glowing with an otherworldly light, and stepped forward, blocking an advancing Abyssal Knight with a single sweeping strike. The ground beneath them cracked as his power unleashed a shockwave that sent lesser enemies flying.

Myne flanked him, her shadowmancy weaving tendrils of darkness that lashed out like living vipers. She was a deadly force, moving through the battlefield like a phantom, cutting down enemies with precision.

Meanwhile, Rick and Dren were moving to the enemy’s rear flank. Rick, ever the tactician, led with his signature burst of energy blasts, creating chaos among the Abyssal forces. His strikes were unerring, each one targeting critical weak points in their formations. Dren used the distraction to launch his own attack—a devastating series of rapid, concussive blows that shattered the enemy’s cohesion.

“Now!” Rick commanded.

Aiden saw the opening Rick and Dren had created and didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, his sword glowing brighter with every step. The Abyssal General, a towering figure clad in black armor, turned to meet him, his weapon crackling with abyssal energy. The two clashed in a deafening explosion of power.

“You think your light can extinguish the Abyss, boy?” the General snarled, his voice a guttural growl. He swung his massive weapon in an arc, releasing a wave of darkness that seemed to consume everything in its path.

Aiden raised his sword and countered with a slash of pure energy, the two forces colliding in a brilliant explosion. “Your darkness feeds on fear. We fight for hope, and that’s something you’ll never understand!”

The battle raged on, the ground beneath them quaking under the strain of their clash. Rick and Dren worked to keep the lesser Abyssal forces at bay, while Myne provided crucial support with her shadowmancy, disrupting the General’s movements.

Finally, Aiden saw his chance. Drawing upon his full strength, he activated his ultimate ability—a radiant burst of energy that engulfed his sword, transforming it into a weapon of pure light. He charged at the General, his movements a blur, and delivered a decisive strike. The General’s armor cracked, and a roar of defiance escaped his lips as he was consumed by the light.

When the dust settled, the Abyssal forces began to falter, their morale shattered with the loss of their leader. Rick signaled the retreat, and the team regrouped at the extraction point.

“You did it,” Rick said, clapping Aiden on the shoulder. “That was one hell of a fight.”

Aiden nodded, his expression weary but resolute. “One victory doesn’t win the war, but it’s a step forward.”

The team disappeared into the teleportation rune, leaving behind the shattered remnants of the battlefield. The fight was far from over, but tonight, they had struck a blow against the Abyss that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.