When royal scouts returned bearing grim news of a newly formed Arc Ruin, its energy warping the land and spawning relentless Arc guardians, King Smrda did not summon his daughter.
Instead, he turned to Warwick.
“This battle will decide your name,” the king said.
Warwick accepted without a word.
An army was gathered hardened infantry, shield-bearers, battle healers, and temple mages skilled in Arc resistance. As the force marched, the ground darkened, stone cracking with unstable Arc power. The Arc Ruin loomed ahead, pulsing like a living heart.
The moment the army entered its range, the air grew heavy.
From shattered towers rose Arc Guardians, their bodies reinforced by glowing layers of Arc magic. Behind them, Arc magicians channeled power into the Ruin, strengthening every construct.
Fear spread. Some soldiers fled.
Warwick stepped forward alone.
At his signal, the army advanced.
Steel met crystal. Arc energy tore through shields. Warwick fought at the front, his strikes smashing through outer Arc layers, but the monsters repaired themselves almost instantly. Every fallen guardian was replaced by another emerging from the earth.
Then the Arc Overseer revealed itself.
Towering and radiant with corrupted power, it raised its staff, flooding the battlefield with reinforcing magic. Arc constructs hardened further, their regeneration accelerating. The army began to falter.
Warwick gritted his teeth.
This was the moment he had trained for.
Drawing deep, he activated his forbidden technique Arc Suppression Protocol. A violent wave of disrupted energy burst from him, tearing through the Arc network that bound the Ruin together. Shields flickered. Regeneration slowed.
“Push forward!” Warwick roared.
The soldiers surged.
At close range, Warwick targeted the Arc cores embedded within each construct. With every shattered core, nearby guardians collapsed, their magic unraveling. The battlefield began to tilt in his favor.
Enraged, the Arc Overseer charged.
Their clash shook the ground. Warwick’s armor cracked under reinforced Arc blows, but he refused to yield. Timing his movements, he forced the Overseer into the suppression field’s center and overloaded the protocol.
The Overseer’s defenses shattered.
With one final strike, Warwick pierced the creature’s core.
The Arc Ruin screamed.
Across the battlefield, Arc constructs froze then collapsed into lifeless stone. The towers cracked, and the ground split open as the Ruin began to die.
Silence followed.
As Arc energy faded, glowing circles marked with ancient stars appeared beneath the Overseer’s remains. From the light, an Ancient Arc Chest emerged.
When the Overseer’s corrupted blood touched it, the chest unlocked.
Inside lay a vast reward of Black Pearls (BG) earned not by legend, but by endurance and will.
Warwick stood among the ruins, wounded but unbroken.
He returned to the capital not as the king’s son but as Warwick the Ruin breaker.
And in My Lands, a new name joined the legends.