The mist of the morning still covered the battlefield, but for Kauã Valdhar, the fight never ceased. With each new confrontation, the internal fury grew - fed by the spilled blood, the sound of the screams, the cruel dance of death.
His muscles pulsed with an energy that seemed to go beyond the human. The ancestral power that inhabited his body reacted to each act of violence, growing, evolving, shaping it in a living weapon.
The mercenaries under their command felt the increase of the incandescent aura that surrounded it, a flame that never seemed to go out. They knew that every battle was not just an achievement, but a rite that made Kauã stronger - more relentless.
Amid the massacre, he dominated the art of commanding and destroying, using both brute strength and cold and calculating strategies. His body was a storm of power, his mind a battlefield where chaos and order were.
When the night fell, Kauã felt the transformation - Reikon no Kōrin pulsed hard, the inner lava burns with maximum intensity. He was far from just a warrior; was becoming a primary force of destruction
The Gray Sky Looked Like a Heavy Cloak Over the Burned Province. Ruins smoked, The Smell of Blood and Wet Earth Mingled to the Distant Sound of Steel Shocking.
At the top of a hill, a figure Stood out. Kauã Valdhar, with His Matte Black Armor and Ardent Eyes Like Embers, Watched The Battlefield with Divine Coldness.
Around Fifty Mercenaries Formed Their Personal Guard, Silent and Ready for Order. He Knew That He Did Not Fight for Glory Or Kingdoms, But for Something Greater: The Primordial Chaos That Fed Hist Power.
When the Enemy Column Advanced, Underestimating What He Faced, Kauã Smiled.
- "Let's show what the Storm Means Before the Silence." His voice echoed, cutting the air.
Like Hungry Wolves, His Men Advanced, and Kauã Launched Himself Ahead. EACH BLOW IT DREW WAS LIKE THE THUNDER OF FORGOTTEN AGES, Every Impact to Symphony of Destruction. HIS LIVING Lava Aura Grew, and With Every Falling Body, Hist Power Increaded.
At the end of the day, the Field was silent - a Sea of Horror bodies and echoes. Kauã Remained Standing, His Breath Firmly, The Inner Flame Growing Up. He was neither hero nor villain - it was the beginning and the end of the war
The Gray Sky Looked Like a Heavy Cloak Over the Burned Province. Ruins smoked, The Smell of Blood and Wet Earth Mingled to the Distant Sound of Steel Shocking.
At the top of a hill, a figure Stood out. Kauã Valdhar, with His Matte Black Armor and Ardent Eyes Like Embers, Watched The Battlefield with Divine Coldness.
Around Fifty Mercenaries Formed Their Personal Guard, Silent and Ready for Order. He Knew That He Did Not Fight for Glory Or Kingdoms, But for Something Greater: The Primordial Chaos That Fed Hist Power.
When the Enemy Column Advanced, Underestimating What He Faced, Kauã Smiled.
- "Let's show what the Storm Means Before the Silence." His voice echoed, cutting the air.
Like Hungry Wolves, His Men Advanced, and Kauã Launched Himself Ahead. EACH BLOW IT DREW WAS LIKE THE THUNDER OF FORGOTTEN AGES, Every Impact to Symphony of Destruction. HIS LIVING Lava Aura Grew, and With Every Falling Body, Hist Power Increaded.
At the end of the day, the Field was silent - a Sea of Horror bodies and echoes. Kauã Remained Standing, His Breath Firmly, The Inner Flame Growing Up. He was neither hero nor villain - it was the beginning and the end of the war