The Return Of The War God

Chapter 2

The moment Anita gave the order, Elara’s four security guards stepped forward to protect her by forming a barrier with their bodies while raising their weapons in preparation to defend her at all cost.

But they never even got the chance to properly fight back because the attack came instantly and without mercy, as a heavy wave of gunfire erupted from multiple directions at once.

One by one, the guards were struck down before they could take another step, their bodies collapsing as their efforts to protect Elara ended in failure, and within seconds, they were all on the ground.

“Mom!” Justin suddenly shouted in panic as he broke free in a desperate struggle, biting the arm of the man holding him before pulling Christy along with all the strength he had left, and both of them ran toward Elara.

But Elara did not look back at them even for a second because she already understood that if she stayed there any longer, none of them would leave alive, and in that single moment of painful decision, she turned sharply, forced herself into the driver’s seat, and slammed the door shut.

The engine roared to life immediately as she pressed the accelerator hard, and the car shot forward with force, carrying her children away from the deadly scene even as chaos exploded behind them.

“Get her!” Anita shouted in anger. “Don’t let them escape!”

At her command, the remaining men rushed into their vehicles immediately, chasing Elara without delay.

They started shooting the back of the vehicle repeatedly, and the rear window shattered completely, sending fragments of glass flying inside as Justin quickly wrapped his arms around Christy to shield her from the flying debris while she cried uncontrollably in fear.

“Mom, they are shooting at us!” Justin shouted desperately.

Elara’s hands were shaking heavily on the steering wheel as she forced herself to stay focused despite the pain spreading through her body from a bullet that had already pierced her side, and even though her vision was becoming blurry, she refused to slow down because stopping meant death for all of them.

The chase intensified behind them as more gunfire followed, and suddenly one of the bullets struck the rear tire, causing the car to jerk violently as control began slipping away from her hands.

“Hold on!” Elara shouted with all the strength she had left as she struggled to keep the vehicle steady while pushing forward despite the damage and pain, refusing to give up even as everything around her started falling apart.

The vehicle lost complete control as the tire burst and the steering became useless, sending it spinning violently before it slammed through the roadside barrier with a sickening sound of crushed metal and broken glass, then dropped heavily down the slope without anything able to stop it anymore.

It rolled and twisted uncontrollably as it hit trees and rocks along the way, each impact shaking everything inside, until it finally came to a slow and broken stop among shattered branches and scattered debris.

Smoke rose quietly from the damaged vehicle, carrying the smell of burning metal into the night as everything around it became still again.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then Justin slowly opened his eyes, struggling as pain exploded through his head and blood ran down his forehead, but despite everything, he was still alive.

He turned his head quickly and saw Christy lying beside him, completely unconscious, her small body motionless except for faint breathing that showed she was still holding on.

“Christy…” he whispered in panic as he immediately shook her gently, his voice breaking as fear took over his entire body. “Christy, please wake up…”

But she did not respond.

His breathing became faster as panic completely swallowed him, and he quickly crawled forward inside the damaged vehicle, ignoring his own pain as he tried to reach the front seat.

“Elara…” he called out with shaking voice as he finally saw her.

Elara was slumped forward over the steering wheel, her body covered in injuries while blood continued to flow heavily, and her breathing was weak and unstable.

“Mom… please wake up…” Justin cried out desperately as he grabbed her arm with trembling hands, trying to hold her together. “Please don’t leave us… please…”

Elara’s eyelids moved slowly, and after a moment of struggle, she forced them open just barely.

Her face was pale, but when she saw Justin, she still managed to form a weak smile.

She slowly lifted one trembling hand and touched his cheek as gently as she could, even though her strength was fading fast.

“Justin…” she whispered softly, her voice weak and broken as blood stained her lips. “Listen to me carefully…take care of your sister…”

Justin shook his head immediately while crying uncontrollably.

“No… don’t talk like that, Mom… we will go home together… just stay with me…”

Elara ignored his words gently and continued, her voice even weaker now but still full of urgency.

“Take your sister and leave this place… leave Boron City completely… and never return here again…”

Justin’s eyes widened in shock as tears streamed down his face.

“No!” he shouted immediately, holding her tighter. “I will not leave you here!”

Elara tried to lift her hand again, but her strength failed slowly, and her fingers slipped from his cheek.

The light in her eyes began to fade as her breathing became weaker and weaker until it finally stopped.

Justin froze for a second, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

“Mum…” he whispered, his voice was shaking violently.

“Mom… no… please…”

And then he screamed her name with all the pain in his heart.

“MUM!!!”

His cries echoed loudly through the broken silence.

Footsteps suddenly crunched through the broken ground nearby, slow and heavy, followed by the sound of multiple men spreading out as if they already knew exactly what they were coming for.

The same attackers had found them again.

One of them stepped forward immediately and raised his gun without hesitation, pointing it directly at the frightened children with a cold expression.

“Boss said there must be no witness,” he said flatly while tightening his finger on the trigger.

Justin’s body shook violently as he quickly pulled Christy closer to his chest, covering her small frame with his own as he closed his eyes tightly, preparing for the worst because there was nowhere left to run and no one left to help them.

But just before the trigger could be pulled, a sudden blur of movement cut through the darkness and in the next instant a powerful force slammed directly into the gunman, sending him flying backward into the rocks with such impact that he never moved again.

Before the others could even react, the surrounding space turned into chaos as one after another, the remaining men were taken down in a terrifying sequence that no normal human eye could properly follow, with bones breaking, bodies crashing heavily to the ground, and screams being cut off before they could even finish.

Within a very short moment, everything became silent again.

Then, from the same darkness where the attack came from, a lone old man slowly stepped forward.

His presence alone felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if the air itself had changed around him, and yet his movements were calm, controlled, and frighteningly precise.

He looked down at Justin for a long moment, studying him silently as the boy still held his sister tightly, trembling from fear and shock.

After a pause, the old man finally spoke in a calm but firm voice.

“Come with me, son.”

From that moment onward, everything in Justin’s life changed completely.

Training began immediately, without softness and without mercy.

Days turned into months, and months turned into years filled with pain, blood, sweat, exhaustion, and countless broken bones that forced him to either quit or become stronger.

He learned how to fight with his bare hands, how to control fear, how to endure pain that normal people would collapse under, and most importantly, how to kill when necessary without hesitation.

Every lesson was carved into his body through discipline and suffering until slowly, the frightened boy who once cried for his mother disappeared completely.

What remained was something else entirely.

A weapon.

Years later, when war finally came, the world he once knew was thrown into chaos as a neighboring nation launched a full-scale invasion, its armies pouring across the borders like an unstoppable tide of death that crushed everything in its path.

One defensive position after another fell without resistance, cities were burned without mercy, and soldiers were slaughtered where they stood as the entire defense structure collapsed under overwhelming force.

Hope disappeared completely, and fear took its place across the nation.

Until one single soldier stepped forward onto the battlefield, and everything was about to change again.

Justin Ben!

That name alone once became something enemies feared and allies worshipped at the same time, because when he stepped onto the battlefield dressed in blood-soaked armor, the entire course of war changed in a way no one could ever explain properly.

He did not fight like a normal soldier, and he did not move like someone who was trained in a single system of combat, because every strike he made carried a level of force that made steel feel weak, and every step he took felt like the ground itself was responding to his presence.

He charged straight into enemy formations without hesitation, cutting through them one after another.

By the time dawn finally came, the battlefield was no longer a place of resistance but a field filled with thousands of bodies marking the end of an invasion that once seemed unstoppable.

That day, the war ended completely.

The nation survived because of him, and people who never even saw his face began to call him a king in whispers, speaking his name with respect and fear at the same time, but before the court could officially reward him or even confirm his identity, the man who saved them disappeared without leaving a single trace behind.

No ceremony was held.

No recognition was given.

No one knew where he went.

He simply vanished as if he had never existed at all.

And now, ten years later, he had returned.

Justin stood completely still, his expression calm and unreadable as a quiet wind moved gently across him, making his long coat shift slightly while his eyes remained focused on something far ahead that only he seemed to understand.

Behind him, there was no ordinary presence anymore.

Rows upon rows of soldiers stood in perfect formation, all of them silent and disciplined, representing ten thousand elite troops of the Northern Army, each one trained and hardened for war, each one willing to follow his command without question, and each one knowing exactly who stood in front of them.

A single man stepped forward from the formation and dropped to one knee without hesitation, showing absolute respect as he lowered his head.

“General,” he said firmly while still kneeling, his voice carrying both loyalty and seriousness at the same time, “all ten thousand soldiers are fully prepared and waiting for your command. Just give the order, and we will eliminate every one of your enemies without leaving a single trace behind.”