The Gates of Sylveria—Under Siege
The horns of war echoed through the elven city like the wails of dying gods.
Priyam stood frozen for a moment, his heartbeat steady even as the distant sounds of clashing steel and guttural roars reached his ears.
Lyria’s expression darkened. “Sylveria is under attack.”
Priyam cracked his neck, flexing his fingers. Finally.
“Alright,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders, “time to see what kind of monsters this world has to offer.”
Evelyne grabbed her staff. “Wait! You don’t even know what’s coming!”
Priyam smirked, turning toward the invisible audience. Does it matter? I’m the protagonist. I can’t afford to look weak.
Lyria, still in her dangerously revealing silk nightgown, stepped closer. “This isn’t some academy skirmish. The only ones who would dare attack Sylveria… are beings who don’t fear death.”
A distant explosion lit up the night sky. The scent of burning wood and magic filled the air.
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Priyam’s smirk widened.
“Good. I was getting bored.”
The Enemy Revealed
By the time they reached the towering silver gates of Sylveria, chaos had already erupted.
A horde of monstrous warriors stood outside the city walls—orc warlords clad in obsidian armor, demonic mercenaries with eyes burning like hellfire, and at their center… a woman who radiated pure, unrelenting dominance.
She stood tall, her form wrapped in battle-scarred crimson armor, her long black hair flowing wildly in the wind. Golden, slit-pupil eyes locked onto Priyam the moment he arrived, and her full lips curled into a cruel smile.
A beastwoman.
Not just any beastwoman—this was a war queen.
Her voice was deep, husky, and dripping with power. “So. You’re the human who shakes the heavens.”
Priyam raised an eyebrow. “Haven’t even done much yet, but thanks for the compliment.”
Lyria’s eyes narrowed. “You… You’re Kaela Bloodfang, the Warlord of the Crimson Moon.”
Priyam turned to Lyria. “That’s a long-ass title. Do I need to be worried?”
Lyria’s usual calm shattered. “She’s the one who razed three human cities single-handedly. She’s ranked among the top five strongest warlords.”
Kaela grinned, licking her lips. “Four cities, actually.”
Priyam chuckled, stepping forward. “Four, huh?” He cracked his knuckles. “Then I guess it’s time someone put a stop to your streak.”
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Then Kaela threw her head back and laughed—a deep, throaty laugh filled with raw amusement.
“I like you, human,” she purred, golden eyes gleaming with hunger. “It’ll be a shame when I break you.”
Priyam smirked. “Try it.”
The First Strike
Kaela vanished.
Not moved. Vanished.
Priyam’s instincts screamed, and he barely twisted his body in time to avoid the clawed hand that nearly ripped his throat out.
A sonic boom followed as Kaela’s missed strike shattered the stone wall behind him.
He whistled. “Damn, you’re fast.”
Kaela’s grin widened. “And you’re not just some weakling. This’ll be fun.”
Priyam exhaled slowly, stepping forward. His blood was boiling.
For the first time since arriving in this world… he felt truly alive.
He turned to the readers. Alright, folks. Time for my first real fight. Place your bets. Will I get wrecked? Or will I pull off some protagonist-level bullshit? Let’s find out.
To Be Continued…
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