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Arthur raised one hand toward the gate, shadows swirling at his fingertips like a silent storm gathering.
"Let's get this over with."
CRACK.
The air trembled.
With an imperceptible gesture, Ruler's Authority lashed out, invisible and undeniable. The massive castle gate towering like the wall of a fortress shattered inward with a deafening groan, splinters of enchanted wood and metal flying in every direction like thrown spears. The very stone arch above it cracked in protest, dust raining down as the remnants of the gate crumbled into the darkened hall beyond.
And then
A wave of magic hit him.
It surged from the depths of the chamber ahead, not as a blast but a tide ancient, crushing, alive. The hairs on Arthur's arms stood on end, lightning crackling faintly across his shoulders in response to the sheer pressure.
He narrowed his eyes and muttered under his breath, almost admiringly, "That's impressive… it feels stronger than anything I've faced in the previous levels."
He stepped forward slowly, boots crunching over broken stone and splinters of the gate. The corridor before him opened into a vast chamber, the ceiling arched impossibly high, lost in shifting clouds of magic. The floor was carved obsidian, polished to a mirror sheen, broken only by colossal stone pillars lined with golden runes that pulsed softly.
And at the far end of the room, elevated on a massive blackstone.
The throne.
And seated upon it
Arthur stopped walking.
"...That's one big bastard."
The figure on the throne was easily three times the size of the previous giants, his form clad in blackened armor etched with red sigils that pulsed faintly with unspent wrath. One massive hand rested lazily on the hilt of a monstrous battle axe, its blade buried into the floor beside the throne, steam rising off its edge. The other hand propped up his chin, a gesture of boredom or contempt.
His eyes, burning red, focused solely on Arthur.
For a moment, neither moved.
Then the giant rose.
The throne groaned as it was freed of his weight, and magic exploded outward like a shockwave, rattling the very walls. Pillars cracked. Torches flickered violently. The chamber dimmed and shimmered as if the giant's mere presence bent the world around him.
Arthur's coat flared behind him, caught in the force. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.
"Still not strong enough," he said quietly, almost to himself.
But then he opened his eyes blue fire gleaming from within.
"…But you'll do."
He lifted his hand.
And the Demon King Longsword burst into being once more.
The massive giant stepped forward, each footfall a quake that rattled the wals of the throne room. His battle axe scraped across the blackstone floor with a shriek of steel, carving trenches as he raised it overhead with unnatural speed.
Then he swung.
A crescent of raw wind pressure exploded out. Arthur didn't move at first then, just as the axe whistled toward him, he leaned to the side, so fluid it almost looked lazy.
The weapon crashed into the ground, obliterating a portion of the floor but Arthur was already gone, blurring sideways with Speed Step, a trail of blue and black afterimages spiraling in his wake.
Another swing this time horizontal.
Arthur ducked clean under it, spinning into a slide that cut across the broken floor. Rubble rose behind him, only to vanish as he disappeared from sight again. The giant's eye twitched.
Arthur reappeared above him standing on the flat of the giant's own axe, smirking.
"Nice swing," Arthur said.
And then he launched forward, a blur of muscle and fury, his fist crashing into the giant's face with a concussive thud. The shockwave rippled back through the throne room dust, stone, and debris flaring out like a shock ring.
The giant's head reeled back, his massive neck snapping to the side with a crack. He stumbled two steps, but didn't fall. Instead, he snarled and roared.
A sound that shook the heavens.
Arthur floated mid-air, hair and coat whipping violently, shadows coiling around his boots like tendrils. The giant's axe ignited with flames and his red eyes burned brighter crimson infernos of raw hatred.
Arthur chuckled.
"Is that bloodlust I'm sensing?"
His blue eyes flickered, the corners of his lips lifting.
Then His tone dropped, dark and wild.
"This… is Bloodlust."
And the room changed.
An invisible pressure slammed across the chamber Arthur's aura exploding outward like a tidal wave of raw dominance. Darkness surged. The giant faltered mid-charge, his knees bending slightly, as if his body screamed at him to turn and run.
But he didn't. He charged.
Axe raised. Magic swirling around him like a storm with fury.
Arthur's smile widened. "Alright," he muttered. "I've seen enough."
His eyes glowed bright blue.
With a thunderous crack of lightning, Arthur took flight, shadows trailing behind him. the axe came down again fast, brutal.
Arthur spun past it.
One cut.
A flicker of light.
Another swing he flipped mid-air, letting the blade whistle past him by mere inches, the wind parting his hair.
Then he surged forward.
The Demon King Longsword gleamed in his right hand, lightning sparking along its edge. Arthur gripped it with both hands and swung, unleashing a cleaving arc of lightning.
The blade hit the giant's neck with a thunderous crack and kept going.
A storm of lightning erupted from the point of impact.
The wind howled. The ceiling groaned. Runes shattered along the walls.
The giant's head slid from his shoulders, the light fading from his burning eyes. For a moment, his massive form stood still.
Then
He dropped to his knees.
The sound was like mountains collapsing.
Arthur descended in silence, his boots touching the fractured stone floor just as the body slammed into the ground behind him.
Dust rolled past his ankles.
Silence claimed the throne room.
Arthur didn't look back.
The giant's corpse lay still behind him, steaming, blood pooling into cracks that spiderwebbed across the shattered floor.
But Arthur's gaze was forward, steady.
His voice was calm almost casual.
"Arise."
The shadows twisted like smoke caught in a gale around the slain giant. Black tendrils slithered over charred muscle and broken bone, wrapping around the fallen titan like a burial shroud. And then
A Massive shadow emerged.
Its eyes snapped open no longer red, but now glowing a deep violet.
The giant rose again this time as a loyal eternal shadow soldier.
on one knee, kneeling before Arthur, head bowed, hand across its chest in silent deference.
Above the creature, the system interface flickered into view:
[Shadow Extraction: Success]
[Class ELITE KNIGHT]
[Shadow Designation: Awaiting Name]
Arthur tilted his head slightly, studying the behemoth with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Elite Knight, huh?" he muttered. "Not bad… I was expecting a General, to be honest. You were damn close to it."
He folded his arms, smirking.
"You're a giant, sure, but that fire magic? The way you held that throne? You earned a name."
He stepped forward, looking up at the towering shadow, its violet eyes locked on his.
"I'll call you… Surtr."
The moment the name left his lips, a flicker of energy surged through the giant's shadowy frame. His chest seemed to swell with a new kind of strength an identity forged in death.
Arthur nodded with approval.
"You'll lead the others," he added. "The rest of the shadow giants your squad now. Keep them in check. Don't let them turn into oversized liabilities."
Surtr said nothing but bowed his head in silent acknowledgment. A towering figure of dread now bound to the Shadow Monarch.
Then, like smoke caught in a wind, he dissolved, vanishing back into Arthur's shadow with a faint pulse of dark energy.
Arthur exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable.
"I'll check what I got from this later," he muttered, rotating his shoulders and stretching slightly, as if dusting off the aftermath of a light workout.
Then came the chime.
[Level 4 Cleared.]
[Proceed to Level 5?]
Arthur glanced up at the glowing system prompt, its words burning silently in the air.
He didn't hesitate.
"…Yes."
The throne room trembled.
A new spatial distortion tore reality open before him an abyssal portal forming from the ground, swirling like a cosmic vortex.
Arthur looked into it and then the darkness swallowed him whole.
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