Is this really a Game?!

The thin man\'s face was red, his skin was cracking from the immense mana that he was channeling through his body.

He was not speaking, he probably couldn\'t even speak normally at this point, because of the exertion he was putting his body through.

The mana circle flashed once more, and Jin jumped to the side right away, narrowly dodging another blow that sent him flying for a bit.

He wasn\'t injured at all, but the shockwave did make it difficult to stay in place.

Jin got up and stared at the thin man before suddenly sighing and going into a weird stance.

His left arm was raised above his head while his right arm was placed at his waist. His left leg was all the way back, the muscles of the leg straining while the right leg was placed right in front of him.

"Sorry, but with this weird trick of yours, you have become quite dangerous, so I\'m ending this battle now," Jin said, but the thin man didn\'t respond at all, he was still channeling mana, pouring more into the mana circle behind him while missiles made out of dark energy were launched at Jin, who took a deep breath.

What he was using now was a skill, but it was a skill he had from the start of the game.

In fact, before the system arrived, this was what was called an \'art\'.

Arts were pretty much skills, those who knew how to utilize mana and had become stronger than regular humans would study all kinds of arts depending on what Order they were a part of.

The skill that Jin was using now was one that the Order he and Reign\'s father were leaders of in the past.

It was quite a powerful one, and one made for those that had improved the strength of their body considerably.

Jin suddenly moved, his body disappearing from sight right as the mana circle behind the thin man flashed.

The thin man, who had shown no emotions since he had broken the staff and started attacking with everything he got, suddenly widened his eyes and exhaled.

The mana circle behind him shattered, destroyed by a powerful explosion that appeared behind the back of the thin man.

Jin stared him straight in the eyes with a calm expression before sighing and pulling his hand back.

The attack was a simple one, Jin gained an incredible boost in speed, and he was able to strike with his right hand, which gained an immense amount of mana and was reinforced a lot, in a single instant, almost making it impossible for people to dodge.

His hand had gone through the chest of the thin man without being obstructed at all.

Jin\'s strike had obliterated his heart and heavily damaged his organs, and, in the case the attack was not enough to pierce through, the explosion would have taken care of it, but since the power behind the attack was so immense that Jin\'s hand went through the entire body, the explosion took place behind the back of the thin man.

The mana signature of the thin man dissipated as the light in his eyes dimmed before he fell down to the ground.

Jin glanced one more time at the thin man\'s lifeless body before turning around and walking toward Reign.

The battle had ended, in fact, Jin\'s battle was the only one that was still going on.

The sudden increase in power the thin man received was unexpected, and it had made the battle last for much longer than Jin had anticipated, but it was now finished.

Reign watched as Jin approached, a sense of relief washing over him. The battle was over, and they had emerged victorious. The battle had gone just as expected, there were no casualties on their side, only some injured, but none seriously injured.

In fact, the only thing that went differently from what they expected was the sudden power-up the thin man received, other than that, everything went as planned.

"Are you okay?" Reign asked, concern evident in his voice as he looked Jin over for any signs of injury.

Jin nodded, his eyes calm and his body straight.

"I was caught a bit off guard by what he did, but other than that, everything\'s fine."

Reign nodded at Jin before glancing at the others who had arrived.

"The prisoners?"

"Greenie and Tank just got out with them, they\'re … they\'re not in good condition, that much is certain," Shadow said with a sigh as Reign narrowed his eyes before walking to where Greenie and Tank were supposed to be.

He didn\'t forget to take the souls of the Wardens, he had taken them all, not allowing a single one to escape.

It didn\'t take him long to find Greenie and Tank, after all, he could see the long line of people that were in the base, some of them staring at the dead bodies around the base in shock, some smiling in disbelief, while others just numbly stared at them.

What made Reign stop for a moment and clench his fists in rage was the condition some of these \'prisoners\' were in.

Many of them were malnourished, covered in bruises and cuts, and some even bore signs of torture. Reign\'s heart burned with anger at the sight. These were innocent people who had been subjected to unimaginable suffering at the hands of the Wardens.

"Greenie, Tank, what happened here?" Reign demanded, his voice laced with fury as he approached the two.

Greenie, his face showing that he felt similar rage as Reign, looked up at Reign with a grim expression. "They... they were treated worse than animals.

"The Wardens... they didn\'t care who they hurt, they just wanted to inflict pain."

Reign clenched his fists tighter, his anger boiling inside him. "Take care of them, Greenie, Tank."

"Get them food, water, and medical attention, we have luckily brought healers with us, and we all have more than enough supplies for them, let them rest and recover a bit here, and then we will bring them to Uncle Jin\'s base and have them go through the portal."

"Oh, we should get someone to bring clothes, they should at least be given proper clothing together with the food and water."

Greenie and Tank nodded while the others arrived.

More prisoners were getting out of the base, the spies that Jin had planted had made sure to complete their task and had taken great care of the prisoners while the battle took place.

Greenie and Tank had come across a couple of men that belonged to the Wardens when they made their way to the prisoners, but they took care of them all, while others were taken care of by the spies who were easily able to fool them into believing they were on the same side before attacking from the back.

As the prisoners were being attended to, Reign and Jin stood at the center of the base, their gazes sweeping over the aftermath of the battle. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and magic, remnants of the fierce confrontation that had just taken place.

"We did what we had to do," Reign said, his voice tinged with a mix of satisfaction and weariness. "And we were not in the wrong at all, just looking at these people makes me angry that we killed all the Wardens, they … they deserved a much worse fate."

"Reign, remember what I told you," Jin said with a calm voice as he glanced at Reign.

"Seeking justice for those weaker than you is not a bad thing, destroying a faction like the Wardens is not a bad thing either, but we should not become like them, we cannot become monsters just because we are angry at what others have done."

"I … I understand, Uncle Jin." Reign said with a sigh as Jin nodded at him with a calm expression.

The war party had searched the entire base, getting some interesting things from it, as well as some good items that the Wardens had.

Some of them had hidden some of their things away, but with nobody left alive, those things became nothing else but spoils of war.

As the prisoners were given food, water, and medical treatment, they were finally ready to move, to make their way toward Jin\'s base where they will be given fresh new clothes and then a new home in Doncaster.

As for the souls of the Wardens that Reign had collected, he was going to make sure to make them pay for what they had done.