"The Fated Rival of the Moon"

The battlefield was drenched in blood and dust, littered with the shattered bones of the countless undead Azrael had slaughtered. His breath was heavy, but his golden eyes gleamed with relentless hunger for battle.

The Lich King, hovering above the devastation, stared in disbelief. His vast army of tens of thousands had been reduced to nothing more than scattered ashes.

Yet, Azrael still stood.

"Impossible…" The Lich King growled, his skeletal fingers trembling as he clenched his staff.

Azrael rolled his shoulders, feeling the raw power surging through his veins. His stats had skyrocketed during the battle.

All Stats: 500

Strength & Agility: 750

His physical capabilities surpassed even an Aura Level 10 warrior, while his mana reserves reached the power of an Eighth-Cycle Mage.

The Lich King realized the truth.

Azrael Kaelthorne was now a monster.

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The Lich King's Desperate Escape

"I cannot allow this to continue!"

Raising his staff, the Lich King poured his remaining mana into a spell. A massive rift of black energy tore open behind him.

"Commander Death Knights, hold him!"

From the shadows, three towering Commander Death Knights—each radiating an Aura Level 9 presence—materialized between Azrael and the fleeing Lich King.

Azrael's gaze sharpened.

"Coward."

One of the Commander Death Knights lunged forward, its massive greatsword descending like a guillotine.

Azrael sidestepped effortlessly, his speed surpassing comprehension. Before the undead knight could react—

CRACK!

Azrael's palm slammed into its skull, shattering it instantly. The knight's entire body crumbled into dust.

[You have slain a Commander Death Knight! +50 stat points earned!]

The other two knights hesitated for a fraction of a second.

A fatal mistake.

Azrael vanished—then reappeared behind them.

With a single horizontal slash, Necrilith carved through both Death Knights in a blur of black abyssal energy.

SLASH!

Their bodies exploded into fragments, their aura vanishing into the void.

[You have slain 2 Commander Death Knights! +100 stat points earned!]

Azrael glanced up, watching as the Lich King disappeared into the portal.

"…Not done yet."

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The Lich King's True Army

As Azrael prepared to chase, the ground beneath him began to tremble violently.

A horrifying wave of death energy erupted from the abyss, twisting the air into a nightmare of black mist and blood-red lightning.

From the darkness, an army of Death Knights—far larger and stronger than before—emerged in perfect formation.

Ten Thousand Elite Death Knights.

Each radiated the aura of a Level 7 Aura Knight, their eyes burning with unholy flames.

The battlefield was instantly filled with their marching steps, their bloodstained greatswords raised in perfect synchronization.

The Lich King's laughter echoed from beyond. "Try surviving this, mortal."

Azrael exhaled sharply, cracking his neck.

"A true battle at last."

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The Tyrant's Descent

Then—he moved.

Azrael shot forward, his speed exceeding sound itself. The first wave of Death Knights barely had time to register his presence before—

BOOOOOOOM!

Necrilith tore through dozens of them in a single swing, their bodies exploding into dust.

Azrael's instincts took over.

Sidestep. Slash. Spin. Crush.

Every movement was flawless, a perfect dance of death.

A massive Death Knight swung down its colossal sword—

Azrael caught it mid-air with his bare hand.

"Pathetic."

With a single motion, he snapped the blade in half, then drove his fist into the knight's chest, caving in its armor and shattering its core.

[You have slain a Death Knight! +5 stat points earned!]

The System flooded him with notifications.

Azrael ignored them.

All that mattered was killing more.

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The Death Knight God Descends

Suddenly—

The battlefield froze.

A deafening pressure pressed down on everything, like an invisible mountain crushing the land.

Azrael's instincts screamed.

From the abyss, a colossal figure emerged—a skeletal behemoth clad in dark divine armor, its eyes brighter than the sun.

The Death Knight God.

Its aura exceeded all limits, reaching Aura Level 10.

Azrael grinned savagely. "Finally."

Without hesitation, the Death Knight God charged, its sword nearly the size of a castle cleaving down upon Azrael.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The entire battlefield erupted in an earthquake, the ground shattering beneath the force of the attack.

Dust and smoke filled the air.

But from within the ruins—

Azrael emerged.

His golden eyes burned with madness.

His blood-soaked form radiated abyssal energy, tendrils of darkness swirling around him.

His hands clenched Necrilith tighter than ever.

This… was his ultimate opponent.

Azrael grinned.

"Let's dance, you oversized skeleton."

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To Be Continued…