Chapter 5: The Slayer of Kings
The battlefield was a whirlwind of chaos, screams, and clashing steel, but amidst it all, Benjamin remained composed, his young face set in cold determination. His sword gleamed with fresh blood as he fought his way deeper into the heart of the battle, seeking one target: Olav the Breaker, the barbarian king.
Around him, men fell-both barbarian and Kafaran-as the war raged on. Yet Benjamin seemed untouched by the horror. Fire erupted from his fingertips as he incinerated a group of charging barbarians, their flesh searing and their cries lost in the din of battle. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a gust of wind that sent another group flying back, weapons torn from their hands as they slammed into the frozen earth.
But none of these kills mattered to him. He wanted Olav.
Pushing through the fray, Benjamin finally spotted his target-Olav the Breaker stood like a colossus at the center of the battlefield, barking orders to his warriors. The barbarian king's immense form was covered in furs and bones, his skin marked with the battle scars of countless wars. His eyes glowed with savage fury as he swung his massive sword, cutting down any who dared approach him.
Benjamin's heart pounded with anticipation. There he is.
With a cold smirk, he charged toward the barbarian king, his enchanted sword cutting through the air like lightning. Barbarians rushed to stop him, but they were no match for the young prince. He cut through them like a blade through paper, their blood staining the snow as he tore through the ranks.
At last, he stood before Olav.
"We finally meet, Olav," Benjamin said, his voice carrying through the din of battle. His sword dripped with the blood of the fallen, steam rising from the enchanted blade in the cold air.
Olav turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the boy standing before him. His lips curled into a mocking grin. "Who are you?" the barbarian king rumbled, his deep voice vibrating in the air.
"I am Benjamin Williams, prince of Kafara," Benjamin replied, his gaze unwavering. "And I am your death."
Olav threw back his head and let out a booming laugh, the sound like thunder rolling across the battlefield. "An eight-year-old boy thinks he can kill me, Olav the Breaker?" His grin widened, revealing his yellowed teeth. "I've killed men three times your size,
boy. You're nothing."
Benjamin's smirk didn't falter. He tightened his grip on his sword. "Let's see if you can last more than five minutes."
Olav's grin twisted into a sneer, his eyes flashing with fury. "You're starting to piss me off, kid." With a roar, he swung his massive sword, the blade cleaving through the air toward Benjamin like an avalanche.
Benjamin moved with lightning speed, sidestepping the blow just as it crashed into the ground, sending a shockwave of snow and dirt into the air. Before Olav could recover,
Benjamin struck, his sword flashing as he slashed at the barbarian's exposed arm.
A spray of blood followed, and Olav howled in pain as his arm fell to the ground, severed cleanly at the elbow.
"You won't need that anymore," Benjamin said coldly, circling the barbarian. "Because I'm going to kill you here."
Olav bellowed in rage, his massive frame shaking as he swung his sword wildly with his remaining arm. "I'll crush you, you little bastard!" he roared, charging at Benjamin with all his might.
But Benjamin was too fast. He darted out of the way, his movements precise and fluid, like a deadly dance. With a swift gesture, he unleashed a wave of ice magic, freezing Olav's legs in place. The barbarian king growled in frustration, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to free himself from the ice.
