The news spread like wild fire through the fortresses and villages: ** A warrior coming from the east **, covered with black armor and demon eyes, had massacred three armies in just two days.
In a campaign tent in the North Border mountains, the six -clan covenant generals looked at the bloodstained map. A man with gray hair hit hard on his parchment:
- *"This monster is not here for gold or territory. He is here to devour the world with his own hands."
Among them, a young strategist - ** Riko **, bastard son of one of the nobles of the empire - kept his gaze fixed in a symbol designed in dark ink: a crest in the shaped skull with iron wings. It was the makeshift coat of arms from Kauã Valdhar's mercenaries.
- "He fights as if every death were a step to the throne of the gods ... this is not just war. It is evolution."
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Meanwhile, in the ruins of a village conquered, ** Kauã meditated naked amid bodies **, the spiritual lava on his skin slowly cools. His body, covered with scars of old combat, seemed denser, more alive.
The carnage fed him. Each soul absorbed, every emotion of fear felt by enemies, all strengthened its mind and soul. It was his art of cultivation - his soul grew like a hidden hydra with each massacre.
Suddenly a presence approached. A wandering warrior, covered by a red cloak and carrying a black titanium spear, emerged between the rubble.
- "Are you the demon of Valdhar?" Asked the stranger.
Kauã got up, his eyes burning.
- "No. I'm the beginning ... and the end." Chapter 3: The Enemy's Eyes
The news spread like wild fire through the fortresses and villages: ** A warrior coming from the east **, covered with black armor and demon eyes, had massacred three armies in just two days.
In a campaign tent in the North Border mountains, the six -clan covenant generals looked at the bloodstained map. A man with gray hair hit hard on his parchment:
- *"This monster is not here for gold or territory. He is here to devour the world with his own hands."
Among them, a young strategist - ** Riko **, bastard son of one of the nobles of the empire - kept his gaze fixed in a symbol designed in dark ink: a crest in the shaped skull with iron wings. It was the makeshift coat of arms from Kauã Valdhar's mercenaries.
- "He fights as if every death were a step to the throne of the gods ... this is not just war. It is evolution."
---
Meanwhile, in the ruins of a village conquered, ** Kauã meditated naked amid bodies **, the spiritual lava on his skin slowly cools. His body, covered with scars of old combat, seemed denser, more alive.
The carnage fed him. Each soul absorbed, every emotion of fear felt by enemies, all strengthened its mind and soul. It was his art of cultivation - his soul grew like a hidden hydra with each massacre.
Suddenly a presence approached. A wandering warrior, covered by a red cloak and carrying a black titanium spear, emerged between the rubble.
- "Are you the demon of Valdhar?" Asked the stranger.
Kauã got up, his eyes burning.
- "No. I'm the beginning ... and the end."