Sovereign Ascendant

Chapter 7: Chapter 7



The first monster lunged.

Gaius moved, rolling beneath its massive arm, the sheer force of its strike splitting the ground where he had stood a heartbeat before. Dust and shards of blackened stone erupted into the air, but he did not falter.

His gladius cut upward, slipping between the plated armor at its knee. The moment the blade sank in, the creature shuddered, its movements stalling—then it collapsed, its leg severed.

It did not scream. It did not bleed.

It simply ceased to exist.

The whispers returned.

One.

Gaius exhaled.

The others did not pause.

A second charged, faster than it had any right to be, its fist lashing out in a blur of motion. Gaius dodged to the side, but the monster anticipated it—its second strike caught him square in the chest.

The impact was like a mountain collapsing.

Gaius felt bones crack, organs rupture, blood flood his throat.

His body hit the ground, broken.

Darkness swallowed him.

He woke standing.

His breath came fast, but his body was whole. No wounds. No pain.

The battlefield stretched before him, unchanged. The monsters still watched. But something was different.

They were stronger.

The whispers came again.

Death. +1% adaptation.

Gaius' hands clenched around his sword.

A challenge, then.

Each death made them stronger.

Each kill made him stronger.

He smiled. "Fine."

And he charged.

The days bled into one another.

Kill. Die. Return. Kill.

Each enemy fought harder.

Each strike was sharper, each counter more precise.

Gaius learned. Adapted.

At first, he fought with strength. But brute force meant nothing in a battle with no end.

So he waited for mistakes.

He stopped blocking their attacks outright, instead redirecting their momentum.

He angled his strikes, slicing between armor plates instead of clashing against them.

He forced them into bad positions, turned their own weight against them.

The whispers counted.

Ten.

Twenty.

Fifty.

His Qi, slowly, imperceptibly, refined itself.

He could feel it—not an overwhelming flood of power, but a subtle sharpening, a purer flow through his meridians.

By his hundredth kill, he moved without thought.

And the Warrealm offered him a choice.

Three figures appeared before him, their forms shifting like ink in water.

One held a great shield, immovable, unbreakable.

One wielded a sword that burned with endless fury.

The last—a flowing river, endless, untouchable.

The words came unbidden.

Choose.

Defense. Attack. Evasion.

Gaius did not hesitate.

He stepped forward, into the river.

The knowledge slammed into him, rewriting itself into his bones.

Following River's Flow.

A technique of movement. No resistance. No collision.

A warrior did not need to be unbreakable. He did not need to overpower.

He needed only to never be struck at all.

Gaius opened his eyes.

The battlefield waited.

And he continued.

Time became meaningless.

There was only war.

The monsters evolved.

So did he.

His Qi refined itself further, his body honed with each movement, each battle.

By his thousandth kill, he was something else.

Not just a soldier. Not just a warrior.

Something sharper.

And then—

The Warrealm ended.

The silence was deafening.

Gaius stood alone, the battlefield gone.

A single doorway of light awaited him.

His gladius materialized before him, reforged once more, sharper, deadlier.

He reached out.

His fingers wrapped around the hilt.

The world shattered.

The first thing he felt was cold air.

His feet touched solid ground.

No whispers. No endless battle.

Only the real world.

He breathed.

The tunnels were the same. But he was not.

His body felt lighter, stronger, faster. His Qi flowed without resistance, purified through endless war.

But there was no time for reflection.

He had to return.

If his sense of direction was still true, the Imperial encampment would have been north of the caves.

He started walking.

Days passed.

His food was gone. His body burned with exhaustion.

But he kept moving.

It was the third night when he saw them.

A scouting party.

Imperial banners.

Legionnaires.

His breath caught.

They saw him, too.

Weapons were drawn.

Then Aulus stepped forward, his eyes wide.

"Gaius?"

Gaius exhaled.

"Take me home."


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