The enraged warrior approached Helial, ready to strike him with his axe. Under the pointed helmet, Helial could distinguish two fierce almond-shaped eyes that knew no fear and fair skin. A Human.

Helial was terrified by his sight.

Only a few seconds before the boy was in the Octagonal Room and all of a sudden he had been catapulted onto a battlefield, among corpses and soldiers, and a wiry, monstrous Human warrior was about to split him in two with his axe.

Helial immediately created a shield of flames and raised in front of him Curse of the Demon, which fortunately had been transported with him. He quickly made the Runes power flow into his Meridians, along with Metamorphosis, gritting his teeth because of the pain caused by lacerations that began to form in his muscles.

At the moment, he still could not sustain that state for long. Even if Metamorphosis gave him an incredible power, it had a great toll on his constitution.

The barbarian's axe hit the flame shield that Helial had condensed moments before and struck Curse of the Demon.

Tasting blood, Helial crawled back and stood up as quickly as possible. The barbarian's power was terrifying, and if Helial hadn't been quick enough he would surely have been transformed in a delicious meal for the vultures.

The warrior's sleeveless leather tunic showed off his powerful arms, with muscles fibres intertwined on each other. Not even the little braids in his beard could make him look less deadly.

Shit, I'm fucked.

Just as Helial thought he was going to die, a warrior wearing a gilded armour jumped in front of him, facing the barbarian with an expression of contempt on his face. Judging by the fluctuations of his Aura, he had to be at the Late stage of the Second Phase.

With a spear in his hand and a huge circular shield in the other, he skewered the barbarian, leaving him no time to react.

"Be careful, brat! The King said that we must not get killed before reaching the walls, so move and follow me!" The warrior had long blond hair and blue eyes. His lean and muscular build had something heroic about it and between his eyebrows the true Aura of a warrior was visible.

King? Walls? Helial could not grasp the sentence well, but nodded without asking questions. The only thing he could understand was that he had been transported into the middle of a very strange battlefield. Instead of gathering information on his location, he followed the man, trying to avoid being killed.

"I am Crater, the siege commander. Stay close if you are a new recruit," the commander gritted his teeth as he charged his blade with Mana and tore in two yet another warrior in front of him.

Startled by this show, Helial kept his mouth shut. That man was only at the Second Phase, but the slash he had just used was far more powerful than the normal attack of a Third Stage warrior.

Where the fuck did he end up?

Was it possible that in this dimension the warriors were so much more powerful than the ones he knew?

Clutching the guard of Curse of the Demon, Helial finally decided to get involved. Despite not having as much experience as the General, he did not want to pass for an incompetent.

Skill Activated:

Flame of the Qilin

He created a blanket of flames before an enemy warrior, who raised his arm to defend himself. Without wasting time he plunged the tip of the sword in his neck, ripping his aorta.

Crack.

The warrior, in the Second Phase, died in a heartbeat.

Under the effect of Metamorphosis and of the Runes, which he was now using to compress Mana in his Meridians, it seemed that Helial had suddenly become much stronger.

In order to gain such a Skill, Helial had suffered in an incredible way. Iblis had advised him not to use it in that way, as it was too violent and completely senseless.

The Runes had to be used to amplify his Skills, but this had not stopped that lunatic of Helial from using them to compress and temporarily thicken the Mana within its own Meridians.

The young man glanced at his Mental Energy bar. More than half remained.

The consumption of Mana, Stamina and Mental Energy in that circumstance was terrifying; but if he wanted to keep fighting on par with those terrifying barbaric warriors, he had to get everything he could from his abilities.

On the battlefield, most of the warriors were at the Initial stage of the Second Phase, while the generals of the two armies were at the Late stage of the Second Phase.

Out of the corner of his eye, Helial captured the image of a man of regal bearing, riding an equally majestic red-eyed horse and surrounded by a demonic Aura.

The horse turned for a fraction of a second towards Helial, snorting flames and trampling an enemy at the Initial Stage of the Second Phase, as if he were papier-mache.

The man riding it had a helmet that covered his long blond hair and from underneath it two eyes that seemed to radiate beams of dazzling light could be seen. His irises were of different colours: one blue, and the other green.

Heterochromia. The rare circumstance in which a person has the eyes of two different colours.

Although he could not stand there watching too long, Helial felt that those eyes hid incredibly strong and conflicting powers, like Heaven and Hell.

Still decimating the enemy soldiers, the knight got under the walls, which by now were besieged on all sides by dozens of men.

The generals of the army in which Helial fought, the same as the knight, had joined the hero and continued to slaughter anyone who came too close, as if his life were more important than their own.

Countless Skills filled the air, while the whole scene seemed more and more like a firework display.

In such a battlefield, a single distraction could cost one's life.

Helial after killing yet another enemy with difficulty, felt his energy diminish. He trust the tip of Curse of the Demon in the ground, using it as a support.

He was panting heavily.

Huff

He had never experienced something like that. He had never fought so many enemies, or been on a battlefield.

Until then he had always tried to eliminate his opponents with a single strike, without worrying about what would happen afterwards or his energy consumption; this had inevitably led him to neglect efficiency.

Gasping, he realized that he would have to pay much more attention, in the future, not to run dry during a fight. Clutching his chest with one hand, he watched the battle continue as his muscles burned and were about to tear.

Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead.

If he wanted to live, he would need to learn to fight like a real warrior.

On the back of his black stallion, the blond man with eyes of different colours raised his sword towards the sky. The sun's rays began to accumulate around the weapon, while the blade started glowing more and more.

The horse's neighs became deafening and a wave of spiritual attacks hit the Souls of all the enemies around, leaving them stunned.

SWOOSH

The sword seemed to be made of pure gold, and then a ray of terrifying energy came out of the tip and destroyed the walls in front of the commander. With that simple attack, he had created a breach fifteen feet wide in the thick walls that protected the city.

The eyes of the generals were full of respect for that young man, who seemed as powerful as he was influential; they bowed their heads slightly in reverence.

A golden Aura enveloped the body of the rider, who led the charge inside the walls, ignoring the wounds he had inflicted himself all over his body.

Helial felt his heart tighten as he watched him. Every fibre of that person's being seemed to emanate an invincible awe. He fought as if his hands were capable of breaking the sky in two.

The knight had a sort of magnetic field around him, capable of irremediably attracting the soul of all his followers. Even Helial, who had reached the state of the Emperor, could not help but find himself attracted by his personality and want to fight at his side.

Without hesitating, Helial threw himself into the breach. Now that he had managed to survive, he could keep moving forward and hope to understand in what world he had arrived.