Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 201: The Fall of a Warlord

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The battlefield roared with the clash of steel and the crackling hum of Rift energy.

The Warlord loomed over the sanctum’s defenders, its jagged glaive dripping with dark energy. Its every step left craters in the ground, and its guttural laughter could sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors.

"You think closing the gates will save your city?" the Warlord sneered, its voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder.

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Raghnall, Dabi, and Zen stood in the shadow of the colossal figure. Bloodied and battered, they refused to retreat, their weapons glinting faintly in the dim light.

Behind them, the sanctum hummed with residual energy, Aetherial Core stabilized but still vulnerable.

"We’ve held the line this far," Dabi said, his voice strained but resolute. "We’re not letting you through now."

The Warlord raised its glaive, the dark weapon pulsating with ominous power. "Bravery is wasted on the weak." It swung the glaive with brutal force, aiming to cleave through the defenders in a single strike.

Raghnall met the attack head-on, his warhammer glowing with energy. The impact sent shockwaves, but Raghnall stood firm, his sheer strength forcing the Warlord to take a step back.

"Zen, Dabi!" Raghnall said. "Flank it! Keep it off balance!"

Zen darted to the left, his twin blades flashing as he targeted the Warlord’s exposed side.

Dabi moved to the right, his sword slicing through the air with precision. Their combined assault forced the Warlord to split its attention, its movements growing more erratic as it struggled to fend off the coordinated attack.

Despite their efforts, the Warlord’s strength was overwhelming. It shrugged off Dabi and Zen’s strikes as though they were mere annoyances, and its glaive carved deep furrows into the earth with each swing.

"You fight well for mortals," the Warlord admitted, its tone almost mocking. "But against the power of the Rift, you are nothing."

It raised its free hand, channeling a surge of shadow magic. Tendrils of darkness erupted from the ground, snaking toward the defenders with terrifying speed.

Dabi narrowly dodged one of the tendrils, rolling to the side as it slammed into the ground where he’d been standing moments before.

"We can’t keep this up!" he shouted, his voice tinged with frustration.

Zen gritted his teeth, deflecting a tendril with his blade. "We just need to buy time! Calvin and Loira are closing gates. If we lose here, everything falls apart!"

The Warlord laughed, its voice echoing like a death knell. "Time? I have all the time in the world. You, however, do not."

It swung its glaive in a wide arc, forcing the defenders to scatter. Raghnall, already showing signs of fatigue, raised his warhammer once more, determined to protect the sanctum at all costs.

Just as the Warlord prepared to deliver a devastating blow, a brilliant golden light pierced through the battlefield. The air shimmered with powerful energy, and a commanding voice rang out:

"Hold fast, warriors of the sanctum! Aid has arrived!"

From the eastern edge of the battlefield, Aldric Valorin emerged, his golden armor (battle suit’s / form) gleaming like the first light of dawn. His crimson cape billowed behind him, and his radiant sword blazed with celestial energy.

The Warlord turned its massive head toward the newcomer, its expression twisting into a snarl. "Another insect to crush?"

Aldric strode forward with an air of unshakable confidence, his piercing gaze locking onto the Warlord. "You’ve overstayed your welcome, Rift spawn."

The Warlord roared, swinging its glaive toward Aldric with devastating force.

But the commander moved with blinding speed, his sword intercepting the attack in a burst of light. The collision sent shockwaves through the battlefield, but Aldric remained unyielding.

"You’re late," Raghnall said, his voice a mixture of relief and irritation.

"I was busy ensuring the Council is ready for war," Aldric replied, his tone steady. "Now let’s finish this."

With Aldric leading the charge, the battle shifted in favor of the defenders. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, each strike imbued with divine precision.

He moved like a force of nature, his every attack pushing the Warlord back.

"You dare defy me?" the Warlord bellowed, its glaive flaring with dark energy.

"I dare much more than that," Aldric retorted, his voice calm and unwavering. "You’ve terrorized this kids (Dabi and zen) long enough."

Raghnall, Dabi, and Zen seized the opportunity to regroup, their spirits reinvigorated by Aldric’s arrival.

Together, they launched a coordinated assault, their attacks synchronized with Aldric’s movements.

The Warlord, for all its power, began to falter under the relentless onslaught.

Aldric’s radiant sword burned through its armor, while Raghnall’s warhammer shattered its defenses.

Dabi and Zen targeted its exposed joints, their blades finding purchase where the Warlord’s armor was weakest.

As the battle raged on, the Warlord’s movements grew sluggish. Its once-overwhelming strength was now a liability, its massive frame unable to keep up with the defenders’ coordinated strikes.

"You... will not... defeat me!" the Warlord roared, channeling the last of its energy into a final, desperate attack. Dark tendrils erupted from the ground, lashing out in all directions.

Aldric raised his sword high, its radiant light intensifying. "This ends now!"

With a single, decisive strike, Aldric cleaved through the Warlord’s glaive, shattering the weapon into fragments. The light from his sword surged forward, engulfing the Warlord in a blinding explosion of energy.

When the light faded, the Warlord collapsed to its knees, its massive form crumbling as the Rift energy sustaining it dissipated.

Raghnall stepped forward, his warhammer raised. "For the sanctum." With a final swing, he brought the warhammer down on the Warlord’s head, ending its reign of terror once and for all.

The battlefield fell silent as the Warlord’s remains dissolved into black mist, carried away by the winds. The defenders stood victorious, though their victory came at a heavy cost.

Aldric surveyed the battlefield, his expression grim. "This was but a fraction of their forces. The true threat still there."

Dabi wiped the blood from his sword, his gaze hardening.

Aldric’s voice was heavy with foreboding. "Voidlords. Their armies are vast, their power immeasurable. This was merely the vanguard."

Zen’s grip tightened on his blades. "Then we need to prepare."

High above the battlefield, the Rift Gate shimmered ominously. Within its swirling depths, the silhouettes of five towering figures loomed the Voidlords.

Their presence radiated an aura of dominance and malice, their forms wreathed in shadow and flame.

One of the Voidlords, its voice a cold, guttural whisper, spoke. "The Warlord has fallen. The mortals have shown resilience."

Another figure, its eyes glowing like molten fire, replied. "Their defiance is insignificant. Our armies will crush them."

The largest of the Voidlords stepped forward, its voice echoing with a chilling finality. "Prepare the Harbingers. The next attack will not be so easily repelled."

Back at the sanctum, Aldric addressed everyone. "We’ve done well to hold the line.

But this is only the beginning. The Voidlords will not stop until this world is theirs."

Raghnall nodded, his expression somber. "Then we’ll fight them. Whatever it takes."

Dabi sheathed his sword, his resolve stronger than ever. We will fight until death.

Aldric placed a hand on Dabi’s shoulder. "Your courage is commendable. But courage alone won’t win this war. We need strategy, strength... and allies."

As they regrouped and tended to their wounds, the ominous glow of the Rift Gate remained a constant reminder of the battles yet to come.

’The Voidlords step out of the gate ...’

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