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WHEN THE WARLORD STUMBLES
The fight had dragged past reason. Past flesh. Past pride.It was only will now - two men grinding themselves down to bone and nerve while the city stood frozen around them.The crowd didn’t breathe. It was as if Lin City itself had turned to stone, waiting to see which god would break first.And then it happened.Not with a roar. Not with lightning. With a stumble.Victor Wu’s leg gave out, just a little, but enough. The torn muscle in his thigh screamed louder than his pride, and his knee dipped before he caught himself. It was a crack, small but there, plain for every pair of eyes to see.Gasps tore through the square. Wu loyalists swore under their breath. Resistance fighters leaned forward, fists clenching. Mira’s nails dug into the wood of the railing as if she could keep Ares standing with her grip alone.Ares saw it. Even through blood in his eyes, through the fog of pain trying to drag him down, he saw it.And he moved.No words, just a guttural roar that ripped from deep in
THE CRACKS IN STEEL
But not yet.Not tonight.Not while two men bled to prove the city’s fate.The square was a graveyard of silence and gasps, broken only by the crash of steel against steel, the grunts of exertion, and the soft patter of blood dripping to stone. Every soul watching could feel it - the fight had crossed into something beyond flesh, beyond even vengeance. This was two wills colliding until only one would remain.Ares’s vision blurred at the edges. His body screamed in revolt. His shoulder burned like fire where Victor’s blade had punched through muscle. His waist was slick with blood. He could taste iron every time he swallowed. Yet his legs still obeyed him. His arm still lifted his blade. His will remained unbroken.Victor Wu looked no less battered. His thigh bled freely, staining the flagstones in a widening pool. His shirt was ripped and dark with sweat. His breath came like a bellows, ragged and sharp. But his eyes still burned - mad, defiant, unwilling to concede.The duel dragged
BLOOD FOR BLOOD
And all of Lin City holding its breath to see which one would break first...The silence shattered with steel. Ares drove forward, his blade crashing against Victor Wu’s saber in a spray of sparks. The impact rang out across the square like a bell tolling for the damned. Neither man yielded. Neither stepped back.The square became a furnace - heat, rage, and blood hammering into the night.Victor twisted, his wrist snapping down with brutal precision. Ares met him, their blades grinding, the screech sharp enough to make teeth ache. Sweat poured down their faces, but neither blinked. This wasn’t just a fight. It was judgment.“Fall, damn you!” Victor snarled, spittle flying. His eyes burned with a madness only cornered power can summon - the terror of losing everything.Ares said nothing. His silence was heavier than any insult. His breathing came ragged, but steady. His blade spoke for him - driving, parrying, striking again and again with an iron will that would not break.Blood stre
WHEN THE CITY WATCHED
Because neither could imagine a world where the other lived.Their bodies were wrecks now. Their fists, once weapons, had turned into sledgehammers of bone and blood. Each swing came slower, but every one carried the weight of everything they’d lost, everything they refused to surrender.Ares’s knuckles split deeper, skin peeling back to raw flesh. Victor’s brow poured blood into his eyes, staining his vision red. Still they swung. Still they connected. And the sound - meat on bone, bone on bone - echoed down the hollow boulevard....The crowd had grown. Not just stragglers now. People came out of shuttered windows, out of ruined shops, from the alleys. Lin City’s forgotten, the ones who had lived under Wu’s shadow for decades, gathered silently.They didn’t shout. They didn’t cheer. They just watched, their breaths held as if speaking might break the spell.For years, Victor Wu had been untouchable, a god in a tower. Now they saw him bled down to a man. For years, Ares had been whis
CLASH OF BROKEN TITANS
And in that moment, the real war began.The sound of their fists colliding cracked louder than the gunfire that once ruled Lin City’s nights. Ares’s knuckles split open, blood painting Victor’s shirt. Victor’s counterpunch split Ares’s lip wider, spraying crimson onto the pavement. Neither man gave ground. Neither man blinked.Around them, the guards froze. Even killers recognized what they were watching - two giants tearing pieces off each other, not for survival, but for the right to claim the soul of a city.Ares’s chest heaved. He swung again, a brutal hook meant to end it. Victor slipped it, driving his elbow into Ares’s ribs. Bone cracked. Pain lanced white-hot through Ares’s side, forcing a grunt past his clenched teeth. He stumbled, but his knees did not touch ground.Victor smirked, breath steady. “You’ve aged, soldier. The grave left you slower.”Ares spat blood, his grin savage. “Still enough to bury you.”He surged forward, shoulder slamming into Victor’s chest, driving hi
THE TOWER STIRS
The prophecy was no longer just whispered.It was spreading.From the streets where men lay broken, to the alleys where whispers traveled faster than fear, the name of Ares carried weight again. It wasn’t rumor anymore. It was proof, written in blood and bruises across Lin City’s pavement.And in the highest tower, Victor Wu finally understood something he had spent years denying: this war wasn’t going to be fought only through pawns. Sooner or later, he would have to step down from his throne....Ares sat slumped against the wreck of a van, his skin cold, his shirt soaked crimson. His eyes stayed open only by force of will. Reyes lay stretched out beside him, one hand pressed to a gash across his ribs, grinning through clenched teeth as if mocking death.Mira worked in silence, her hands trembling as she tore strips of fabric, pressing them against Ares’s wounds. She muttered prayers between sobs - prayers she hadn’t said in years. Every press of cloth drew more blood than it stoppe
