The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Samuel's POV

The Forsaken Warlord slammed its war axe into the ground, sending a shockwave through the ruins. Cracks spread beneath my feet, and the lesser Forsaken Warriors roared in response.

I grinned. "So, you're the big boss, huh?"

Dark mist coiled around the Warlord's body, and its hollow eyes burned like embers. It pointed its axe at me. "You... are unworthy."

I raised an eyebrow. "Unworthy? Buddy, I'm about to beat your bony ass so hard, they'll rewrite history just to make me the Forsaken King."

I activated my weapon.

[Skill Activated: Gauntlets of the Abyss]

My hands ignited in black and red energy as the gauntlets materialized—obsidian-black with glowing crimson runes etched into the metal. The air around them warped from sheer energy.

I clenched my fists. "Alright, Warlord. Let's see how 'worthy' I am."

The Warlord moved first, swinging its massive axe horizontally. The speed was shocking—like a blur of black steel cutting through the air.

I barely ducked in time, the force of the swing shredding the stone pillar behind me into dust.