War God Unleashed

Author: Vicky Adela

Chapter 1: Wrath Unleashed

Words : 2169 Updated : Oct 30th, 2025

"Your wife owes me a hundred thousand dollars. If she can't pay today, I'll kill her." On a battlefield beyond Westonia, Bruce Yale, hands slick with blood, saw the blunt, contextless text and ignored it. He wasn't married. What wife? "If I don't kill her, fine. I'll find Amelia Looske a new job, put her to work in a brothel, let her earn that hundred thousand back." "But that frail five-year-old daughter of yours won't be so lucky." At the sight of the name "Amelia Looske," Bruce's eyes went ice-cold. A brutal, murderous aura rolled off him. In a breath, the air around him seemed to drop several degrees. "Lord Yale!" All around, the warriors of Godbane Hall, soaked in blood, dropped to their knees as one. Their hearts thudded, faces tightening, nerves drawn taut. What was happening to the master? What could spark a fury so great? "It's Amelia. Amelia is in danger." Bruce tried calling. The line cut off at once. A reply came in three words: "Text me." He forced the fury back down. His forearms trembled as he typed: "Wait, I'll get it to you today." Then he left the Godbane Hall warriors without a word and streaked toward the distant airport. He moved so fast he left a blur in his wake. Under his feet lay a carpet of corpses and rivers of blood. They were all members of Slayer Hall, one of the three overlords of the underworld. That day, Bruce led the Godbane Hall elite straight into Slayer Hall's nest and tore it up by the roots. Slayer Hall's branches across the world were struck at the same time, each team led by one of Godbane Hall's Nine Divine Envoys. The master of Slayer Hall, the ultimate assassin who had once terrified royal houses and kept countless rulers awake at night, number one on the assassination rankings, known as Wraith, had already been blasted apart by Bruce, his body turned to drifting blood mist. From that day on, Slayer Hall was erased from the world. To save time getting to the airport, Bruce kept accelerating, pushing his speed to the limit until he was almost invisible to the naked eye. Everything in his path, walls or trees, exploded under the impact. His speed did not falter. Before long, he reached the airport. "Fly to Aryn. Now!" His terrifying aura rattled everyone within earshot. Bruce was always composed. Even after taking down Wraith, he had shown no ripple of emotion. Why lose control now? Was some terrifying force about to strike Aryn, targeting Yanos? No one dared hesitate. The flight crew scrambled and took off immediately. On the plane, Bruce's breathing was heavy, his fists clenched tight, his whole body trembling. Six years earlier, he had been hunted down, grievously wounded, and had fled all the way to Jenton. If not for Amelia, he would have died that storm-lashed night. Back then, Bruce harbored a deep hatred for the world. Abandoned as a child, cast out by his adoptive father as a young man, stabbed in the back by a brother, chased to the brink of death, his world held no light. Being nursed back by Amelia gave him a reason to live, a future he could still hope for. Amelia was a beam of light piercing his dark and joyless life, pointing him toward a way forward. After he healed, Bruce entered the most secret special operations unit of Aryn's War Department, Fang. In three years with Fang, he was tempered by blood and fire and grew at a blistering pace. Fights in the dark were savage, merciless. Each time he crawled back from death, he survived because of one stubborn will. That was to see her again. To watch her blossom, to see her marry and have children, to see her safe her whole life. Although Bruce racked up a string of victories, he still felt unworthy of Amelia. Hands soaked in blood did not deserve a woman that gentle and kind. Amelia living well was the dearest wish of his life. Three years ago, Fang's supreme commander died under mysterious circumstances. Bruce received his last mission. He was to leave Fang, disappear into the underworld, and fight darkness with darkness. From that moment, he had no ties to Fang, no ties to Aryn. Thereafter, he moved in silence, without honors, without medals, and without flowers or applause. In the dark beyond Aryn's borders, he became the first line of defense. With flesh and blood, he raised a wall of steel in the night. Even if he fell there, he'd become just another wandering ghost. All of it, Bruce accepted willingly. Because to guard Aryn was also to guard the light that had lit his life. For her, he could forgo honors, medals, flowers, and applause. He often thought this was his fate. A man born to hardship, to fight in darkness and fall in darkness; that was his true nature. With Bruce, ten comrades from the Fang First Battalion also left Fang. Fang First Battalion had eleven in all. They went hunting for the killer of Fang's supreme commander. After several blood-soaked battles, six comrades died far from home. He watched brothers he lived and fought beside fall before his eyes, and even as they were dying, their eyes turned toward home. Even someone as hard‑as‑nails as Bruce felt tears sting his eyes. In that moment, Bruce understood the limits of one man's strength. So, the five survivors created a shadow force, which now made countless dark overlords wary. It was named Godbane Hall. Bruce was its master. He was also Heaven's Punisher, ranked first and most mysterious on the global Top 100 War God Ranking. The other four became the Four Heavenly Kings of Godbane Hall. Godbane Hall belonged to no nation, no armed bloc. It stood apart from all sides. They were neither kind nor cruel. But the core of every superpower knew one thing. If you moved against Aryn, do not let Godbane Hall find out. Slayer Hall's destruction had come because it had repeatedly targeted Aryn's people overseas and even brazenly posted videos online taunting Aryn. So they were ground into powder and scattered. "Lord Yale, using the number you gave us, we tracked its most recent location." "It's on Jenton's West Second Ring Road, Zordah, Aryn." A crew member approached and reported with deference. After years of rapid growth, Godbane Hall's businesses had expanded to span the globe. This airline's ultimate owner was Godbane Hall. "Once we enter Aryn, fly straight to Jenton." "Yes, sir." Bruce watched the clouds slide past. For a moment, he seemed to see Amelia's face there. "Amelia, did you get married?" "You even have a five-year-old daughter. Time flies." "Five years old? Five!" In a heartbeat, Bruce felt his blood boil. Memory flared of that night, six years ago, when they parted. "Bruce, don't give up on yourself. The world's still beautiful." "Mm. I'll listen to you." "And be careful. Someone will worry about you." "Is it you?" "What? Obviously not me." They both laughed, then fell quiet. That night, Amelia threw him a farewell drink. They both drank a lot. When he woke the next day, Amelia was gone. Only a small note remained: "I won't see you off. Seeing someone off in tears is bad luck." Could it be that night... Bruce's lips trembled. Even as the hard‑as‑nails master of Godbane Hall, the pillar for a hundred thousand Godbane warriors, he felt his heart ache. The thought that the one he had spent everything to protect had not been protected. The thought that the little girl who might be his daughter could be harmed at any moment. His heart clenched until it hurt. "Aaaah!" Guilt, remorse, and heartbreak surged up and broke free. Bruce roared, a cry that seemed to tear the sky. The sound rolled and rolled, echoing up into the sky. Whoever dared hurt them would be crushed and ground to ash, and would regret ever being born. "Lord Yale, we are approaching Aryn's borders." "Aryn's fighter jets are alongside. They say we have no clearance and demand we return at once." A crewman hurried up with the report. Bruce's eyes were red as he stepped into the cockpit and spoke, voice cold enough to chill you to the bone. "I am Bruce Yale, master of Godbane Hall. I am headed to Jenton on business. If you delay me, you'll pay the price." He walked out of the cockpit without another word. If they kept blocking him, he would force his way into Aryn. For her, he was willing to stand against the entire world.

War God Unleashed

Chapter 1: Wrath Unleashed

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