Chapter 313: FAILED ATTEMPT

The attack moved swiftly, bending time and space along its path.Reality rippled like water disturbed by a stone, colors bleeding and twisting in unnatural ways.

Everyone swallowed hard, knowing some wouldn’t survive the attack.

Deep down, the soldiers all prayed they would be the ones to survive ahead of their comrades.

It was a silent, desperate plea, born from the raw instinct of self-preservation amid the looming threat.

Selfish of them, but it was the inevitable prayer they all had, flickering through their minds like shadows in the dim light.

"Brace yourselves! Do not cower and hold firmly!" the captain yelled at the defenders standing in front to tank the attack as the attack drew infinitely close.

His voice strained, veins bulging in his neck from the effort.

"Tsk. Guess not. I was beginning to believe I would succeed on the first try thanks to you lot acting all sentimental and all," Aaron said.

Aaron clicked his tongue, an annoyed look on his face as his attack fizzled out of existence before it could even hit the shields in front of the battalion.

The energy dissipated with a soft pop, leaving only faint sparks that danced harmlessly in the air.

The captain and battalion stared at Aaron speechlessly, fear giving way to anger.

Their expressions twisted from terror to fury, brows furrowing and jaws clenching in unison.

They all felt annoyed at Aaron for scaring them without even accomplishing anything.

The humiliation burned in their chests, fueling a collective growl that rumbled through the group.

"Don’t give me that look if you don’t want to die," Aaron warned, seeing the look in the eyes of the battalion.

His voice carried a edge now, his posture shifting to one of readiness, the twin blades still humming faintly in his grasp.

[Shameless as ever]

The system commented, no longer surprise over Aaron’s thick skin.

On the otherhand, the system had already grown accustomed to Aaron’s antics.

shameless? I can kill them without even lifting a finger if I want," Aaron replied, defending himself, as crossed his arms casually under his dark cloak.

"Attack!" the captain ordered, regaining his confidence with a sharp bark that cut through the tension after the disgraceful failure of Aaron’s attack.

His face hardened, the earlier fear replaced by a steely resolve as he gripped his communicator tighter.

The warships, already waiting for the order, released photon plasma attacks toward Aaron.

The massive cannons roared to life, their barrels glowing with intense blue energy that illuminated the starry void like artificial suns.

The attacks from the warships bloated the starry night, filling Aaron’s entire view with blinding streaks of plasma that sizzled through the vacuum, leaving trails of ionized particles that sparkled like dying embers.

"Tsk," Aaron grumbled, weaving around the attacks in splendid fashion, dodging them with practiced ease.

His body moved like a phantom, each twist and turn leaving afterimages in the distorted space, the rush of wind from the near-misses brushing against his cloak.

"Again!" the captain instructed, his voice rising with urgency, echoing across the comms to the warship crews who scrambled in their dimly lit control rooms, sweat beading on their brows under the red alert lights.

The warships reloaded again, the mechanical whirs and clanks resonating through their hulls as energy capacitors hummed back to full charge.

They released another round of photon plasma cannons toward Aaron, this time the cannons were homing attacks.

The projectiles curved intelligently through space, locking onto his signature with relentless precision, their trails weaving like serpents in pursuit.

Aaron remained unfazed, easily destroying the attacks with just the casual swing of his sword.

The twin blades sliced through the plasma bursts, causing them to erupt in harmless showers of sparks that danced briefly before fading into the cold expanse.

Holding the twin blades, he tried to release both time and space attacks at the same time, but failed once more.

The elements clashed within him, a frustrating discord that sent a brief jolt of irritation through his veins.

Aaron clicked his tongue, dodging another cannon by cutting it in two.

The severed energy halves fizzled out with a sharp crackle, the scent of ozone lingering in the artificial atmosphere of the sentinel.

The captain watched Aaron with confusion, his brow furrowing under his helmet as he monitored the bizarre actions of Aaron.

Aaron’s actions of easily dodging the attacks made it obvious that he wasn’t a weakling.

Each evasion was a display of effortless grace, his porcelain skin unmarred by the chaos swirling around him.

But his attacks were bizarre and painted another story, inconsistent bursts that hinted at some internal struggle, yet carried an underlying power that made the air feel heavier.

Aaron tried for the third time, but yet, he failed just as woefully.

The attempt ended in a muted pulse of energy that dissipated harmlessly, leaving him with a faint ache in his temples from the concentration.

The captain, noticing this, slowly regained his confidence.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, hidden behind his visor, as he straightened his posture amid the flickering lights of the battlefield.

"Attack. Every one of you, attack!" the captain instructed, a whip made of vines materializing in his hand.

The organic weapon writhed slightly, pulsing with green mana that cast eerie shadows on his armored form.

With a roar of battle, he made his way toward Aaron, his steps pounding against the ground with determined fury, the vine whip cracking through the air like thunder.

His battalion followed closely behind him, their collective shouts building into a deafening crescendo that reverberated through the isolated bubble of space.

The vanguards took the forefront, charging ahead with weapons raised, their faces twisted in grim determination under the harsh sentinel illumination.

They moved toward Aaron, some making use of battle weapons that gleamed with enchanted edges, others relying on just their fists, clenched tightly and crackling with raw energy.

One of the soldiers got close to Aaron, going for a thrust with his dagger.

The blade whistled through the air, aimed at Aaron’s chest with lethal intent, the soldier’s muscles straining from the effort.