Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 5: LEVEL UP

     I had obtained a new found power through the system and I wasn't gonna let it go to waste. I will kill the fallen angel, not just to complete the mission but to also avenge Arvin. I was about to head for the ongoing battle when I remembered the state Nikko was in.

I walked towards her and gently lifted her body off the ground.

"I'll never let anything happen to you."

With a single strike the entirety of the wreckage was obliterated, creating an opening.

"So this is the power of just five points." I said still with a hint of disbelief.

He carried her over to one of the nearby bunkers, placing her in the care of the faculty. After which he turned his attention towards the battlefield ahead.

The scene at present was a blood-soaked battle field; the once-pristine landscape is now scarred and marred by the horrors of war. Smoke rises from burning wreckage and buildings, while the acrid scent of gunpowder fills the air. The fallen angel stood tall and imposing; its dark wings outstretched across the sky, casting a sinister shadow over the land. With each strike from its ethereal halberd the fallen leaves behind a wake of destruction. Buildings crumble like sandcastles under the weight of their wrath, and even the most formidable tanks and armored vehicles are reduced to twisted wreckage.

The wave of soldiers that had arrived were reduced to a handful, though the remaining tanks fired rounds of artillery strong enough to level neighborhoods no damage was inflicted.

Fighter jets and attack helicopters swooped through the sky unleashing a barrage of attacks, in an attempt to engage the angel, but were effortlessly dispelled.

The foot soldiers that once fought valiantly were huddled up unable to make a move. How could they? The comrades they came with had been added to the piles of bodies that surround them, with their last acts screaming for mercy. The scene was worsened as the wounded wailed in pain, their pleas drowned out by the cacophony of battle.

Among the ranks was a rookie, one who had never experienced the tragedy that is war. He was young, he had hopes and dreams, even a wife to return to, yet here he was cowering in fear. He turned his head to take a view at the state of the battle. It had which to no one's surprise remained the same, an endless onslaught of his fellow men. Beneath the chaos he spotted a child, whom hadn't reached the pubescent age in the middle of the road. He lay there looking above as streams of tears fell outpoured from his eyes. The young recruit without thinking rushed towards the child, ignoring the calls of his companions. He reached him and tried his best to help.

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine ok." He said in a panicked tone.

Then he saw the true predicament. The boy had two pieces of glass stuck in him, one in his chest and the other in his throat. The boy was not just crying from the pain, but also from the fact that he could no longer speak again. In the end once he saw the soldier he tried once more to talk, but alas only blood spurted out regardless of his best efforts. Thus without a sound his body went limp, his eyes drained of all life were still looking towards the heavens. The boy had died alone; the guilt was enough to make any normal man sick to the stomach and the recruit was no exception.

He bore an emotionless face, from the shock of what had just occurred and without a bit of hesitation he raised his pistol pointing it towards his skull. The man knew he would die today, so why not on his own terms? His mind was made up and just as he was just about to pull the trigger.

"Enough."

A hand had stopped him, hitting the firearm a distance away.

"You're not going to die here. I won't let you."