Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 450

Chapter 450: War XXIII

The Abyssal forces surged forward, their dark energy tainting the very sky above. The clash of steel and the roar of spells filled the battlefield as Aiden’s army met them head-on.

Aiden led from the front, his golden sword blazing like a beacon of hope. Each swing of his blade cut through the Abyssal tide, his energy radiating outward in waves that bolstered his allies and pushed back the darkness.

Rick and Dren fought side by side, their combined attacks creating devastating shockwaves that broke enemy lines. Rick unleashed precise bursts of energy, while Dren’s concussive strikes shattered everything in his path.

“Myne, now!” Aiden shouted.

From the rear, Myne channeled her shadowmancy, summoning an enormous shadow beast that tore through the enemy ranks, scattering their formations. Tendrils of darkness wrapped around the Abyssal creatures, binding them in place for Rick and Dren to finish off.

The battlefield was pure chaos. Dark energy and golden light clashed in violent bursts, the ground trembling under the intensity of the conflict.

Then, a roar echoed across the battlefield—a deep, guttural sound that made the earth quake beneath their feet. From the heart of the Abyssal army, a massive creature emerged—a colossal abomination, its body wreathed in shadow and chaos. Its eyes burned with unholy fire as it fixed its gaze on Aiden.

“That… can’t be good,” Dren muttered, backing up slightly.

“Abyssal Titan,” Myne whispered, her expression grim. “It’s one of their ultimate weapons.”

Rick’s jaw clenched. “We take that thing down, or it takes all of us down.”

Aiden gripped his sword tighter, golden flames flaring around him. “Then we end it here and now.”

The Titan charged, its footsteps shaking the ground. Aiden met it head-on, his sword blazing as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. The Titan countered with devastating swings of its massive arms, each blow creating shockwaves that sent nearby warriors flying.

“Myne, suppress its movement! Rick, cover me!” Aiden ordered.

“On it!” Rick replied, firing a barrage of energy blasts at the Titan’s joints, slowing its advance.

Myne raised her hands, tendrils of darkness wrapping around the Titan’s legs, binding it in place. “It won’t hold for long!”

Aiden leapt into the air, his golden energy gathering around his sword in a radiant storm. “Then it won’t need to.”

With a roar, he brought his sword down in a single, devastating strike. The energy erupted in a blinding flash, engulfing the Titan in a pillar of light. The creature’s roar turned into a scream of agony as the light consumed it, its body disintegrating into ash.

When the light faded, silence fell across the battlefield. The remaining Abyssal forces began to retreat, their morale shattered.

Aiden landed softly, his breath steady but heavy. He looked around at his allies—tired, bruised, but victorious.

Rick walked up beside him, wiping sweat from his brow. “We did it.”

Aiden nodded, his eyes still scanning the horizon. “This victory won’t last. The Abyss will regroup… and next time, they’ll come back stronger.”

“Then we’ll be ready,” Myne said, stepping beside him. “Whatever they throw at us, we’ll face it together.”

Aiden’s eyes burned with determination. “Together.”

The sun began to rise, casting its golden light over the battlefield—a symbol of hope in the face of the encroaching darkness.

As the warm light of dawn spread across the battlefield, Aiden stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His golden sword hung at his side, still radiating faint energy from the intense battle. Around him, his allies were regrouping, tending to the wounded and gathering their strength for what would come next.

The aftermath of the battle was brutal. The bodies of Abyssal creatures and fallen warriors littered the ground, and the air smelled of smoke and blood. Despite their victory, there was little time to celebrate. Everyone knew this was only the beginning.

Later that day, inside the strategy tent…

Aiden sat at the head of a large table, a detailed map of the surrounding regions laid out before him. Myne, Rick, and Dren stood nearby, their expressions serious as they assessed the situation.

“We pushed them back for now, but their numbers are far greater than we anticipated,” Myne said, tracing her finger along the edge of the map. “If they regroup and bring reinforcements, we’ll be outmatched.”

Rick nodded in agreement. “We need more than just defense. We’ve got to strike at the source and cripple their leadership. Otherwise, they’ll keep coming until we’re overwhelmed.”

Dren leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed. “Agreed. But where do we even begin? The Abyss isn’t exactly a place you can stroll into for a surprise attack.”

Aiden tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought. Then he spoke, his voice calm but resolute. “We find their command post and eliminate their generals. Without leadership, their forces will crumble. It won’t be easy, but it’s our best chance.”

Myne raised an eyebrow. “And how do you propose we find it? The Abyss is vast and constantly shifting.”

Aiden smirked. “We’ve got an advantage they won’t expect—me.”

Rick gave him a skeptical look. “You? What, are you going to ask them nicely?”

“Not quite,” Aiden said, his eyes glowing faintly. “I’ll use my Lord of Information authority. I can tap into hidden records and track their movements. It’ll take some time, but I can pinpoint their command structure.”

Myne’s eyes widened. “You can really do that?”

“It’s risky,” Aiden admitted. “The Abyss has ways of hiding its secrets. If I push too hard, I might attract unwanted attention. But if we’re fast and precise, we can stay ahead of them.”

Dren shrugged. “Risky or not, it’s our best shot. I’m in.”

Rick slapped the table with a grin. “Let’s hit them where it hurts.”

Myne nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Then it’s settled. We’ll prepare for an offensive strike while you gather the information we need.”

That night, Aiden began his search.

Sitting in a quiet chamber within the camp, he closed his eyes and focused his energy. His Lord of Information authority activated, his consciousness diving into a vast network of hidden knowledge and fragmented truths. It felt like navigating a chaotic sea of whispers and shadows.

The symbols of the Abyss flickered in his mind, cryptic and elusive. Aiden pushed deeper, unraveling the layers of secrecy surrounding the enemy’s command structure. His breathing grew ragged as the pressure mounted, the weight of countless secrets pressing down on him.

Suddenly, he found it—a fleeting glimpse of a towering fortress cloaked in shadow, its spires reaching into the void. Dark energy pulsed from its core, a beacon of malevolence.

The Abyssal Citadel.

Aiden’s eyes snapped open, sweat dripping down his face. His heart pounded in his chest, but a determined smile spread across his lips.

“I found it,” he whispered.

He stood and strode toward the strategy tent, his steps steady and confident. The time for defense was over. Now, it was time to bring the fight to the heart of the enemy.

At the Abyssal Citadel…

Far in the depths of the Abyss, a figure sat on a black throne, his crimson eyes glowing in the darkness. His voice was low and menacing as he spoke to his subordinates.

“They’ve found us,” he said, a cruel smile curling his lips. “Good. Let them come. It will be their undoing.”

His aura surged, filling the room with oppressive energy. “Prepare the traps. And when they arrive… make sure they suffer.”

A dark chorus of laughter echoed through the halls as the Abyssal forces began their preparations.

Back at Aiden’s camp…

As he entered the tent, his allies turned to him expectantly.

“We’ve got a target,” Aiden said, his eyes gleaming with fierce resolve. “We’re taking the fight to the Abyssal Citadel.”

Myne’s lips curved into a wicked grin. “It’s about time.”

Rick cracked his knuckles. “Let’s burn that place to the ground.”

Dren chuckled. “I was starting to get bored. This should be fun.”

Aiden placed his hand on the map, marking the Citadel’s location. “Get ready. We leave at dawn.”

The room buzzed with energy as preparations began in earnest. This was their chance to strike a decisive blow against the Abyss.

The next morning…

The camp was alive with activity as warriors and mages prepared for the assault. Rows of soldiers lined up, their armor gleaming under the first rays of sunlight. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, but an unspoken resolve united them. Everyone knew the stakes—this mission could be the turning point in their war against the Abyss.

Aiden stood at the forefront, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his golden sword strapped to his back. Myne, Rick, and Dren flanked him, their expressions hardened with purpose.

“I won’t lie to you,” Aiden addressed the gathered forces, his voice echoing across the camp. “The Abyssal Citadel is the heart of our enemy’s power. They’ll be waiting for us, with everything they have. Some of us may not return. But if we succeed, we’ll shatter their command and bring hope to countless others.”

He paused, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Fight for your comrades. Fight for those who couldn’t be here. Fight for the future we can build together.”

The warriors roared in response, raising their weapons high.