My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

Lord Varric stood, the two pieces of his broken axe clutched tightly in each hand, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His aura blazed around him like a roaring fire, intense and untamed. The crimson light illuminated his sweat-streaked face, but his eyes were focused, burning with an inner resolve that was impossible to extinguish.

He looked down at the shattered remains of his weapon, the remnants of the bond he had shared with his wife. For a moment, there was a flicker of sorrow, a glint of the pain that coursed through him like a fresh wound. But that was quickly overtaken by something else—something far more primal.

He had failed Guinevere once; he would not fail her again. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into the cold steel, and as if responding to his thoughts, the fragments of his axe began to glow with a brilliant white light.

He felt the warmth again, the same sensation that had washed over him moments before when he had heard her voice. It filled him, fueled him, and coursed through his veins like liquid fire. He gritted his teeth and, with a low growl, channeled all of his mana into the broken pieces.

Suddenly, the light around his hands flared, blindingly bright. The pieces of the axe trembled and shifted, and with a flash, they separated and reshaped, transforming into two separate axes. Each one gleamed with a fierce new light, runes etched along their blades glowing with an otherworldly power. They were sharper, stronger, and more deadly than before.

Lord Thane's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible," he spat, recoiling in anger and disbelief. "What kind of trickery is this?" His voice was tinged with fury and frustration as he watched his opponent hold two glowing axes, both pulsing with raw energy.

Before Thane could react, Lord Varric moved. His speed was a blur, a mere flicker in the air, faster than Thane had ever seen. The ground trembled beneath the weight of his steps, his form larger and more imposing than before. He seemed to have grown in size, his muscles bulging, veins throbbing with newfound power.

Thane's fury boiled over. He thrust his hands forward, and arcs of lightning crackled from his fingertips, zigzagging through the air with deadly precision. They moved to strike Lord Varric, but he was too fast. With a flick of his wrist, Varric swung one of his axes, redirecting the lightning strike into the ground with a forceful blast that sent dirt and debris flying in all directions.

The other axe came down hard, cleaving through the air with a whistle, and Thane barely managed to dodge to the side, stumbling backward. .net

Thane's eyes narrowed. He muttered under his breath, casting a series of complex spells, his hands weaving through the air as he summoned a storm of fire, ice, and lightning.

Raw magical energy swirled around him, converging into a chaotic vortex that he directed toward Lord Varric. The air crackled with mana, the power was almost physical , and the ground trembled beneath the intensity of the magical storm.

But Lord Varric was relentless. He charged straight into the maelstrom of magic, his axes moving in a blur. Each swing deflected the spells, cutting through fireballs, shattering ice spears, and dissipating lightning bolts with incredible precision.

His movements were fluid, graceful even, like a dance. He closed the distance between them in an instant, and before Thane could react, he was upon him.

The first blow landed with a sickening crunch, the axe head slamming into Thane's shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground. Thane's eyes widened in pain as he felt the bone crack beneath the force.

He struggled to rise, but Varric was already there, his second axe coming down in a swift arc. Thane managed to roll out of the way just in time, the blade embedding itself deep into the earth where he had just been.

"How… how are you this strong?" Thane hissed through gritted teeth as he staggered to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth.

Lord Varric didn't answer. He swung again, his axes cutting through the air with a vicious speed that left little room for Thane to maneuver. Thane summoned a barrier of dark energy, but Varric's axes cut through it like paper. Thane's eyes widened in horror as he realized he was outmatched.

Every spell he cast, every attack he tried, was either deflected or dodged with ease. It was as if Lord Varric could anticipate his every move, reacting faster than Thane could even think.

Panic set in. Thane unleashed another volley of lightning bolts, desperately trying to keep Varric at bay, but Varric was too fast, too relentless. He dodged and weaved between the strikes, closing the gap with terrifying speed.

His axes struck out with precision, slicing through Thane's robes, cutting into his flesh. Blood spattered the ground with each blow, and Thane's body was pushed back, step by step.

Thane's regeneration worked overtime, closing his wounds, reattaching limbs, but it was a losing battle. With every cut and every slash, his form grew more grotesque, more twisted.

His skin darkened, horns began to sprout from his forehead, and his eyes burned with a demonic red hue. His body was warping, becoming more monstrous with each passing second. But he paid it no mind. His focus was on Varric, his hate-filled eyes locked onto his foe.

"You cannot keep this up!" Thane roared, his voice distorted, sounding almost inhuman. He summoned a wall of flames and hurled it toward Varric. The flames were hot, bright, and consuming, a wall of death and destruction.

Yet Varric didn't slow down. He charged straight through the fire, his axes glowing with a holy light, dispelling the flames upon contact. Thane's eyes widened in disbelief as Varric emerged from the inferno unscathed, his face set in a grim determination.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lord Varric's assault was relentless. He hacked and slashed, each blow delivered with the force of a battering ram. Thane tried to dodge, but he was too slow.

One axe cut across his chest, tearing through flesh and muscle, sending him stumbling backward. The other came down on his arm, severing it at the elbow. Thane screamed in agony, but the sound was swallowed by the roar of battle.

Thane's severed arm reformed almost immediately, the black tendrils weaving together to form a new limb, but even this regeneration seemed sluggish, faltering.

Varric gave him no time to recover. He leaped forward, bringing both axes down in a brutal, overhead strike. Thane managed to raise a barrier just in time, but the force of Varric's attack shattered it instantly, and the impact sent Thane crashing to the ground.

For a moment, Thane lay still, dazed and disoriented. Varric loomed over him, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps, but his stance was still strong, his will unbroken.

"You were right about one thing, Thane," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I am not like you. I do not seek power for the sake of power. I fight to protect what I love, what I hold dear. And that… that fuels me strength that is beyond every borrowed power."

With a furious roar, Thane forced himself to his feet, his face contorted with rage. His body was almost fully demonic now, his skin blackened, his features monstrous, horns jutting out from his head. He launched himself at Varric with a speed and ferocity born of desperation, his claws slashing, his teeth bared. But Varric was ready.

He sidestepped the charge, his axes swinging in a deadly arc. One axe buried itself in Thane's side, the other cleaving into his back. Thane howled in pain, his body convulsing, but he fought on, wild and frenzied.

The battle raged on, a flurry of blades and spells, blood and sweat. Thane fought like a cornered beast, but Varric was unrelenting. He moved with a purpose, each strike calculated, each swing precise.

His axes danced in his hands, cutting through the air with a deadly grace, and Thane could do nothing but try to keep up. Every time Thane thought he had an opening, Varric was there, meeting him blow for blow, wearing him down, breaking him piece by piece.

Thane's demonic regeneration slowed with each passing moment, his form becoming more and more distorted, his power waning. Lord Varric's strikes were merciless, relentless, and they carved through Thane's flesh like a knife through butter. Thane's breathing grew labored, his movements more sluggish, his eyes wide with panic as he realized he was losing this fight.

And then, in a final act of desperation, Thane summoned all of his remaining mana into one last attack. He raised his hands to the sky, and a massive bolt of lightning crackled above, ready to strike. But before he could release it, Varric was upon him He swung both axes down with all his might, and with a deafening crack, Thane's concentration broke.

The lightning bolt fizzled out, and his eyes widened in terror.

Lord Varric's axes struck true, cutting deep into Thane's chest.