The Autocratic Admiral hovered above the clouds. Moonlight shined upon his formidable forged armor. The armor gleamed in a deep black hue and was adorned with intricate engravings that flowed with enchanted energies. Massive gauntlets of magic-powered fists capable of pulverizing stone and steel with ease.
Twin vents on the back of the armor emit billows of steam, adding an air of menace as the Admiral is given the ability to fly due to the mysterious energies that are enchanted deep into the armor.
The Admiral opens the visor of his armor. He looks down at a decrepit fortress that the Freekshows have been using as their base of operations. A grin of vengeance replenishes his mischief and helps him reminisce the moments when he wished death for the rebels who had foolishly attacked him and his family.
Korval Ulmar stretched out his body. The weight and tension of his back and arms release their stress as he finally can cease holding back.
"Now I am the Hammer of War, the equalizer of powers."
Korval raised his right arm and flexed his fingers then a sudden surge of energy concentrated on his right hand. A ball of barrier energy was generated and it was crunched into a small space. As the energy kept growing, it was crunched into a super dense ball. The ball grew and surged with more and more power.
Until It became a huge ball of barrier energy. Korval grinned and threw the ball right into the center of the Freekshows' fortress. The ball exploded but it did not damage anything. It made the fortress its epicenter and expanded within seconds around it, locking the whole forest inside a bubble of barrier energy that trapped everyone inside it.
The rebels inside the fortress woke up and were alarmed by the sudden attack.
"We're under attack! Man the forts! Wake everyone the hell up!" One of the high-rankers in the Freekshows shouted.
From Korval's point of view, they looked like ants running around while some put a jar over their anthill, leaving them with nowhere to go.
Korval floated closer to the huge bubble of transparent barrier and passed through it with his enchanted armor that was able to pass through the magic force field.
Korval then raised his left hand and flexed his fingers as if writing something in the air. When he finished, his armor moved on its own and the armor on his left arm, parted itself into two, creating a new division into a giant sword.
"Time for some long-awaited fun." Korval laughed then burst into high-speed flight transitioning into an explosive crash into the fortress.
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The wall of the fourth floor of the fortress was destroyed, leaving a huge portion of the fortress' east wall completely naked and now open after the explosion.
Korval was in a sprinting position, he raised his head and saw corpses of rebels all over the rubble. Several rebels had been spared and were caught with huge rubble over them and many injured. As the smoke and dust resided, their eyes grew wide as they saw a gigantic metal golem looking straight at them with red blood eyes that lasered on its focus on each of them.
"Who are you? What the Attack! It's the enemy!" the rebels shouted at their allies. But none were able to react as quickly as they should have.
Amidst the chaos and confusion, Admiral Korval Ulmar moved with almost supernatural grace, his enchanted armor granting him unparalleled strength and agility. The moonlight played upon the dark expanse of his armor, casting an eerie glow as he surged forward, his red eyes locked onto his prey.
The remaining Freekshow rebels mustered their courage, weapons raised, and shouts of defiance filling the air. But their efforts were futile against the overwhelming might of the Autocratic Admiral. As they charged, Korval's movements were a blur, a dance of death that left no room for escape.
With a casual swipe of his giant sword, Korval cleaved through the rebels' ranks, his blade slicing through metal and flesh as if they were paper. The clash of steel echoed through the night, followed by the sickening sound of bodies hitting the ground. Each swing of his sword was a devastating blow, sending shockwaves through the air and leaving destruction in its wake.
Rebels lunged at him, their attacks a desperate bid to halt his advance. But Korval's armor was a fortress of magic and steel, impervious to their feeble strikes. He deflected their blows effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise, a deadly ballet of destruction.
A rebel managed to land a hit, his blade striking Korval's armor with a resounding clang. But the impact only seemed to fuel the Admiral's fury. He retaliated with a swift kick, sending the rebel crashing into a wall, the force of the blow shattering bones and armor alike.
The battle raged on, the rebels falling one by one before the unstoppable force that was Korval Ulmar. With each strike, his power grew, his armor resonating with the energies of the Metaforge, amplifying his every move.
Amidst the chaos, a rebel commander emerged, his face twisted with rage and desperation. He unleashed a torrent of dark magic, the arcane energy crackling through the air. But even this formidable display of power was nothing before the might of the Autocratic Admiral.
Korval's eyes glowed brighter, his magic flaring in response. He raised his hand, fingers flexing, and a surge of energy gathered around him. With a single gesture, he released a devastating wave of magical force, obliterating the rebel commander and sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
As the last rebel fell, their base of operations was reduced to ruins, the night air was heavy with the scent of victory. Korval Ulmar stood amidst the wreckage, his armor shimmering in the moonlight. He surveyed the scene, his red eyes burning with a mix of triumph and resolve.
The Autocratic Admiral then ascended to a cliff where Dante, Lil Rig, and Thalya were watching the massacre unfold before their eyes. Dante knew that even at that, the Admiral was holding back, and was simply savoring the battle at hand. Korval stepped on the cliff and looked at Dante while wiping the blood and pieces of flesh off of his face and armor.
"I am not all-knowing, Lord Monfort... but so are my enemies," he murmured, his voice carrying a weight of wisdom and finality. "What I am is Omnipotent. Tell me where to bring the destruction and so it shall pass. That is my sponsorship."