God-Tier Evolution-Chapter 15: Shadows in the Dark

Night fell over Blackfang Fortress.

The fires of conquest still burned, but the real battle had yet to begin.

Ezra sat alone in the war room, studying the map of the Iron Lords' remaining strongholds.

Three major fortresses remained.

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Stormhold Keep – Guarded by General Varian the Stormblade.

Ironfang Bastion – Commanded by Warlord Voss the Immovable.

The Obsidian Spire – Home of the last Iron Lord, Duke Aldric.

Taking these fortresses would solidify his rule.

But something felt off.

A presence.

Something unseen, lurking just beyond his perception.

Then—

The candles flickered.

A chill crept through the air.

Danger.

Ezra's eyes snapped up.

> [Warning! Stealth-Class Assassins Detected!]

[Threat Level: Extreme.]

Assassins.

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The Blood Reapers Strike

A shadow moved.

Then another.

In a heartbeat, seven figures emerged from the darkness.

Clad in crimson and black armor, their faces hidden behind veiled masks.

Their blades dripped with poison.

They didn't speak.

They didn't hesitate.

They attacked.

SILENT AS DEATH.

Ezra barely had time to react as the first dagger slashed toward his throat.

CLANG!

He parried, rolling backward as another blade pierced the air where his heart had been.

Too fast.

Too precise.

But he wasn't the same warrior as before.

His Abyssal Aura erupted, swallowing the room in darkness.

> [Abyssal Vision Activated – Stealth Negated.]

The shadows no longer hid them.

And now—

It was Ezra's turn.

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The Abyss Awakens

Ezra moved like a storm.

Abyssfang tore through the air, slicing through one assassin's ribs.

A second lunged from behind.

Too slow.

Ezra spun, his fist cracking against the man's skull, shattering his mask.

Two down.

But the others were relentless.

Blades glinted in the candlelight, cutting through his defenses.

A dagger sank into his side.

Pain flared.

But something else flared, too.

Abyssal hunger.

Ezra grinned.

> [Abyssal Evolution: Nearing Critical Threshold.]

Something inside him shifted.

Power rushed through his veins.

And as the next assassin struck—

Ezra caught the blade with his bare hand.

The assassin's eyes widened in horror.

Ezra crushed his wrist, yanking him forward.

Dark energy exploded from his palm.

And the assassin withered into nothing.

The Abyss devoured him whole.

The remaining assassins hesitated.

And in that single moment of doubt—

Ezra butchered them.

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A Message to the Tyrant

The last assassin, wounded and bleeding, tried to crawl away.

Ezra grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

"You serve the Tyrant?"

The assassin spat blood.

"You... cannot stop him..."

Ezra smirked.

"Then I'll make sure he knows my name."

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the assassin flying through the fortress gates.

"Run," Ezra called after him. "Tell your master I'm coming for him."

The assassin staggered away, vanishing into the night.

Ezra turned to his soldiers, watching from the shadows.

"Prepare the army," he commanded.

The conquest was far from over.

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The Abyss Hungers

The battlefield had shifted.

Ezra stood in the ruins of his war room, breathing heavily. The stench of blood filled the air.

The assassins were dead—except for one.

He had sent the last survivor crawling back to his master.

But even now, Ezra could feel something stirring deep within him.

> [Abyssal Evolution Nearing Critical Threshold.]

[Warning: The Abyss Craves More.]

His hands trembled. His vision darkened at the edges.

Something inside him was changing.

And he wasn't sure if he could stop it.

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The Army Awakens

Outside, Blackfang Fortress was alive.

Torches burned bright as soldiers rushed to reinforce the walls.

The news had spread.

The Blood Reapers—the Tyrant's personal assassins—had failed.

And now?

Now, Ezra had sent a declaration of war.

His commanders gathered before him, their faces filled with both awe and fear.

"Lord Ezra," General Calder spoke first, stepping forward. "The men are ready. We await your orders."

Ezra's gaze swept over his forces.

His army had grown.

2,000 Blackfang warriors

3,000 Iron Lord deserters

500 Abyssal-born elites

2 siege weapons

And more soldiers were arriving by the day.

He had the numbers.

Now, he needed momentum.

His next target lay ahead.

> [Objective Updated: Conquer Stormhold Keep.]

[Enemy Forces: Estimated 4,500 soldiers, led by General Varian the Stormblade.]

Ezra turned to his war council.

"We march at dawn."

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The Abyss Stirs

That night, Ezra could not sleep.

The Abyss whispered to him in his dreams.

> "More... take more... evolve..."

He stood in a vast, blackened void.

Shadows twisted around him, forming ghastly figures.

At the center of it all, a throne of obsidian loomed before him.

And on that throne...

Sat a figure cloaked in darkness.

Ezra stepped forward.

The figure lifted its head.

Crimson eyes met his own.

It was him.

A version of himself—taller, stronger, wreathed in Abyssal power.

The figure spoke.

> "You are not yet complete."

"But soon... you will become what you were meant to be."

Ezra reached forward.

The darkness rushed toward him.

And then—

He woke up.

His body burned with power.

> [Abyssal Evolution Unlocked: Abyss-King Form – 5% Completion.]

Ezra clenched his fists.

He was changing.

And soon—nothing would be able to stop him.

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March of the Abyss

The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon when Ezra's army began their march.

The banners of Blackfang Fortress waved against the cold wind.

Drums thundered.

Steel clashed.

The march of war had begun.

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Stormhold Keep: The Iron Lords Prepare

Miles away, within the iron-plated walls of Stormhold Keep, General Varian the Stormblade stood atop the battlements.

He watched the black tide approaching from the east.

> "He really dares to march on my fortress..."

Varian's grip tightened around the hilt of his greatsword, Stormbreaker.

A weapon forged in lightning, capable of rending armies apart.

The fortress stood firm, its walls lined with:

4,500 veteran soldiers

50 siege ballistae

3 warlocks trained in elemental magic

The Steelfang Knights – elite warriors wielding enchanted armor

Stormhold was a fortress that had never fallen.

> "We will break this false king," Varian growled. "Prepare the defenses."

The warlocks began etching magic sigils into the walls.

The knights armed themselves.

The siege engines loaded their first volleys.

Stormhold was ready for war.

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Ezra's Army Advances

Ezra rode at the front of his forces.

His black armor gleamed with Abyssal energy, its surface shifting like living shadows.

His soldiers marched with unshakable resolve.

Abyssborn elites moved like wraiths among the ranks, their eyes burning red in the morning light.

Then—

> [Warning: Enemy Siege Engines Have Locked Onto Your Army!]

A sharp whistle cut through the air.

Ezra's eyes narrowed.

"Incoming!"

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Stormhold Strikes First

The first ballista bolt screamed through the sky, striking the front ranks—

BOOM!

The earth shook as men were thrown into the air.

The second volley rained down like a storm of death.

But Ezra raised his hand.

> [Abyssal Command: Shadow Veil Activated.]

Abyssal mist exploded outward.

The sky darkened.

The ballista bolts vanished into the black fog, missing their marks.

The soldiers of Stormhold gasped in horror.

General Varian snarled.

> "What in the abyss is this sorcery?"

Ezra's voice echoed through the mist.

"Your walls will not save you, Stormblade."

Then—

The real battle began.