ThunderBlade V3

The quiet dawn over Valoria Kingdom was abruptly shattered by a thunderous explosion near its gates. Flames erupted, consuming the stone walls and engulfing nearby watchtowers as citizens screamed in panic, fleeing into the heart of the kingdom. Standing amidst the chaos were three shadowy figures—the comrades of Malcorys—who now unleashed their wrath upon the unsuspecting land.

Commander Isolde, stationed at the eastern barracks, jolted awake as the tremors shook the ground beneath her. Bursting out into the open, she was met with the sight of rising smoke and cascading fire. Her heart raced as she barked orders to the soldiers nearby. "What's happening? Are we under attack?"

A scout stumbled toward her, his face pale with fear. "Commander, three figures breached the border. They're… they're unlike anything we've seen before."

Isolde's eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword. "Mobilize the Police Force immediately! We cannot let this escalate!"

The three figures moved like wraiths through the kingdom, their destruction swift and merciless. Buildings crumbled as one of them, the burly man with the scar, raised his massive fists, shattering structures with ease. Villagers screamed as the slender woman with hawk-like eyes unleashed dark magic that sent shockwaves rippling through the streets, tearing through stone and steel alike. The leader, with his icy demeanor, walked at a measured pace, his cold eyes surveying the chaos as he manipulated dark tendrils of energy to crush anything in his path.

The Police Force, armed and armored, rushed into the fray, their numbers bolstered by sheer desperation. But they were no match. The scarred man barreled through their ranks, his laughter echoing as he swatted soldiers aside like flies. The woman moved with deadly grace, her magic weaving tendrils of destruction that decimated entire squads in mere seconds.

Commander Isolde arrived on the battlefield, her eyes widening in disbelief at the carnage unfolding before her. "What in the gods' name are these monsters?" she muttered. Drawing her blade, she stepped forward, rallying the remaining soldiers. "Hold your ground! Do not let them advance further!"

Far from the chaos, Nizara and Viktor rode at breakneck speed across the open plains. The pounding hooves of their horses echoed like thunder as they raced toward the kingdom. Nizara's jaw was clenched, his mind racing as he muttered under his breath, "Hold on, Valoria. We're coming." His knuckles tightened around the reins as he pushed his horse harder.

Viktor glanced at him, his usual annoyed demeanor replaced with grim determination. "Nizara, do you think we'll make it in time?"

Nizara didn't look at him, his eyes fixed ahead. "We have to."

Back at the kingdom, Commander Isolde stood her ground against the leader of the trio. The soldiers around her had fallen, their bodies scattered like broken toys. Her blade gleamed in the firelight as she pointed it at the figure. "You've come this far. You won't go any further."

The leader smirked, his cold, calculating eyes narrowing. "Valoria is already ash. You're just too blind to see it."

"Then I'll die proving you wrong," Isolde snarled, lunging forward. Their blades clashed, sparks flying as the force of their strikes sent shockwaves through the air. The two moved like lightning, their duel a blur of steel and fire. But the leader's skill and power began to overwhelm her, forcing her back with each blow.

Pinned against a crumbling wall, Isolde gasped for breath as the leader's sword aimed for her heart. Just as the killing blow was about to land, a sudden flash of steel intercepted the attack. Viktor stood before her, his blade locked with the enemy's, a grin on his face. "You're not dying today, Commander."

The leader's smirk faltered as he pushed back against Viktor. "You're no match for me."

"Maybe not alone," Viktor retorted, parrying a blow. A sudden crack of lightning tore through the battlefield, and Nizara appeared in a flash of electric energy. His arrival was like a storm breaking over the kingdom.

Nizara's gaze was cold as he stepped forward, drawing his blade. "Your fight is with me now."

The fight that followed was a whirlwind of power and precision. Nizara faced the leader with unrelenting ferocity, his ThunderBlade crackling with energy as their strikes lit up the battlefield. The ground quaked beneath their feet as they exchanged blows, the sheer intensity of the battle sending shockwaves through the kingdom.

Finally, with a devastating strike, Nizara disarmed the leader and sent him crashing to the ground. Before he could deliver the finishing blow, the other two figures intervened, surrounding him. The slender woman hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "You've made a grave mistake challenging us."

Nizara smirked, his confidence unshaken. "You're just in time for the finale."

The three figures, battered and bruised, stood together, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Chanting a word in unison, they merged into a monstrous, towering form—a creature of nightmares, its massive frame radiating raw, dark energy. The monster roared, shaking the very earth beneath it.

Nizara tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Finally, a real challenge." He gripped his ThunderBlade tightly, the blade glowing brighter than ever. "Let's see if you can handle this."

With a roar of his own, Nizara unleashed ThunderBlade V3. The sky above split open as bolts of lightning rained down, converging on his blade. His body surged with raw power, his strikes now fast enough to blur into streaks of light. The monster's attacks were powerful, but Nizara moved with unparalleled speed and precision, weaving through its defenses.

In one final, devastating strike, Nizara leapt high into the air, his blade alight with the fury of a storm. With a thunderous crash, he brought it down, cleaving the monster in two. The ground split beneath him, and the beast dissolved into nothingness, its dark energy scattering like ashes in the wind.

As the dust settled, Nizara landed gracefully, his blade already sheathed. He adjusted his cloak with a calm precision and looked over his shoulder at the stunned survivors. "The storm has passed," he said coolly. Then, without another word, he turned and began walking toward the heart of the kingdom.

The battlefield was silent save for the crackle of dying flames. Viktor approached Nizara, shaking his head in awe. "You could've warned me about that move."

Nizara smirked faintly. "Where's the fun in that?"

In the distance, the kingdom began to stir, survivors emerging from hiding as the first rays of dawn broke through the smoke-filled sky. Valoria had been saved—for now—but the echoes of Nizara's battle would remain etched in the hearts of all who witnessed it.

*To Be Continued…*