She slammed her tower shield into the ground, activating [Titan's Charge]. A shockwave of pure, undeniable physical force erupted forward, bypassing the magical friction entirely. The kinetic wave threw the front line of mercenaries into the air, their armor crumpling under the pressure.
Alvian adapted instantly. If the universe refused his administrative commands, he would use raw physics. He equipped the [Lance of the Void Winter].
He didn't cast complex spells. He relied on his 900 Strength and 750 Speed. He became a blur of black ice and lethal geometry. He slipped under a thermal lance strike, pivoting on his heel to drive the butt of his weapon into a mercenary's knee, shattering the joint, before sweeping the bladed tip across the guard's throat.
The combat was visceral, heavy, and brutally intimate. In the game, a death was a spray of pixels and a vanishing corpse. Here, bodies fell with heavy, wet thuds. Blood mixed with the Red Rain.
