Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Chapter 51: Young man

Once, there was a young man named Theodor Lartan. He was a proud soldier of the Arcanis Empire, an empire that he was glad to be a part of.

From the moment of the Magical Revolution, suddenly, their empire became stronger and stronger with each year.

He was a young man at the age of twenty-one; thus, he was not able to see the dark times of the empire. But he had heard from his father.

According to him, life was incredibly hard back then. Diseases swept through villages like a relentless specter, claiming the lives of countless innocents. Maladies like the Crimson Fever and the Shadow Plague were rampant, decimating the population and leaving families broken.

Theodorʼs father had vivid memories of those dark days, where hope seemed to wane with every passing day. Food was scarce, and the land seemed cursed, yielding little to sustain the hungry masses.

Before it rose to its imperial status, the Kingdom of Arcanis was a land constantly embroiled in battle. It seemed as though every season brought a new conflict, with invaders pressing at their borders from every direction.

The Kingdom fought valiantly but was often outmatched and outmaneuvered. The Loria Empire, their archenemy, was the most formidable of their foes.

With a shared border, Loria launched countless invasions, each one more devastating than the last. Arcanis saw its territory shrink more and more, villages and towns falling into enemy hands, and its people driven further into despair.

Theodorʼs father spoke of battles that raged on for days, where the sky was thick with the smoke of burning homes and the ground stained with the blood of fallen soldiers. It was a time when survival was a daily struggle, and Arcanisʼ future hung in the balance. The warriors of Arcanis fought bravely, but they were often overwhelmed by the sheer might and numbers of their adversaries.

But now, the tides had turned. The Magical Revolution had changed everything. New advancements in magic had bolstered their strength, integrating mystical prowess with military strategy.

The Arcanis Empire was no longer the beleaguered kingdom it once was. With the newly integrated units combining both traditional combat skills and powerful magical abilities, the tides of the war in the Valerius Plains, which had long been in a stalemate, began to shift in their favor.

The Arcanis Empire was winning the fight. Their enemies, who once seemed invincible, now found themselves on the defensive, their advances thwarted by the renewed vigor and power of Arcanisʼ forces.

The Valerius Plains, a land steeped in strategic importance and contested for generations, finally looked like it was within their grasp after the constant fighting of three and a half years.

And Theodor Lartan was not just any soldier of the Arcanis Empire. He was a 2-stage Awakened, one of the elite warriors whose magical abilities had been heightened through rigorous training and awakening rituals.

His unit was specialized, equipped with the powers of an Awakened, and trained to execute complex strategies on the battlefield.

”Theodor, get ready. We are going to advance into the battlefield.”

And today was the day that he would be summoned.

”Understood, captain.”

As the captain of his team asked him to get ready, he did comply. He went to the barracks to get ready and grab his equipment.

While the war was constantly going on for the foot soldiers, the advanced units were treated differently. They would not be sent to the battlefield constantly as their presence was of strategic importance. Their strength needed to be reserved, as recovering mana after a whole day of fighting would not be easy.

Today, it seemed, was one of those crucial moments. As Theodor secured his gear, the anticipation of the upcoming mission settled into a familiar focus. He joined his team, their expressions reflecting the same mix of readiness and determination that he felt.

The briefing took place in a reinforced command tent, the air thick with the tension of impending action. The captain stood before a large map spread out on a table, various markers indicating troop positions and strategic points of interest. Theodor and his teammates gathered around, their attention fixed on the captainʼs every word.

”Our mission today is critical,” the captain began, his voice steady and authoritative. ”The Loria Empire is being pushed back on multiple fronts, and they are struggling to defend all sides. Our scouts and previous analysis have identified a weak link in their defenses.”

He pointed to a location on the map, a section of the enemy lines that appeared less fortified than the surrounding areas. ”Here. This is where we will strike. Our goal is to create as much chaos as possible. The Loria forces are stretched thin, and they lack sufficient Awakened resources to respond effectively. This makes it the perfect target for our unit.”

The captainʼs finger traced a path on the map. ”We will advance from the eastern flank, hitting them hard and fast. Our objective is to disrupt their formations, draw their attention, and cause maximum confusion. Other Awakened Units will be engaging simultaneously on different fronts to split their focus and draw aggro.

This will give us a limited window to exploit their weakness before they can mount a coordinated response.”

Theodor nodded, understanding the gravity of their mission. The success of their operation depended on swift and decisive action. Each member of the unit knew their role, their part in the intricate strategy that had been laid out.

”Remember,” the captain continued, ”our strength lies in our speed and precision. Hit them hard, create chaos, and fall back before they can regroup. Timing is crucial. We have a limited time frame to achieve our objectives and retreat before they can mobilize their reserves.”

The team members exchanged determined glances, a silent acknowledgment of the trust they placed in each other. They had trained extensively for moments like this, and now their skills would be put to the ultimate test.

With the briefing complete, Theodor and his unit moved out, their movements coordinated and purposeful. As they advanced towards their designated position, Theodor felt the familiar surge of adrenaline, his senses sharpening in anticipation of the battle ahead. The air was thick with the sounds of war, distant clashes echoing across the plains, but he kept his focus on the task at hand.

Reaching the edge of their staging area, they paused, waiting for the signal to commence their assault. Theodor took a deep breath, centering himself. When the signal came, it was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

”Go!” the captain ordered, and they surged forward.

The moment the order came, everyone in the unit shot forward.

–SWOOSH!

In an instant, the wind surged all across the place as the Awakened unit attacked the foot soldiers of the enemy.

–SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

The enemy soldiers were unprepared for the ferocity and speed of the Awakened. They were mere mortals with no magical enhancements or special abilities. Against the elite unit of Arcanis, they stood no chance.

Theodorʼs blade cut through the first line of defense effortlessly. He moved like a shadow, swift and deadly. The screams of the fallen filled the air, a chilling symphony of terror.

ʼThese Lorian fools,ʼ Theodor thought, a smirk curling his lips as he cut down another soldier. ʼThey think they can stand against us, against me? Pathetic.ʼ

He watched as the enemy soldiers stumbled and fell, their faces twisted in fear and desperation. The sight filled him with a grim satisfaction. ʼThey are nothing compared to the might of the Arcanis Empire. Weak, unworthy. They deserve this fate.ʼ

”Monsters! Theyʼre monsters!” one of the enemy soldiers cried out, his voice breaking with fear as he saw his comrades fall.

”Run! Itʼs an Awakened squad!” another shouted, dropping his weapon in sheer panic.

But there was no escape. The Awakened moved with precision, cutting down anyone who tried to flee. The battlefield was a slaughterhouse, the ground slick with blood.

Theodor swung his blade, a clean arc that severed another soldierʼs head. ʼLook at them, scrambling like ants. They should have known better than to challenge us. This is what happens when you defy the Arcanis Empire.ʼ

Around him, his teammates were equally efficient, their movements a blur of lethal grace. ”Hold the line! We have to hold the line!” a desperate officer bellowed, trying to rally his men. But his voice was lost in the chaos.

Some of the enemy soldiers, driven by fear or sheer stubbornness, gritted their teeth and charged at the Awakened, shouting curses and swinging their weapons wildly.

”Die, you bastards!” one of them screamed, his eyes wild with rage. But his bravery was short-lived. Theodorʼs blade found its mark, and the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

ʼFoolish,ʼ Theodor thought, watching the manʼs lifeless body fall. ʼYour courage is meaningless in the face of true power. You should have fled while you had the chance.ʼ

That was how the battlefield would ensue and how he knew.

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