Arc's den of AI art

@amir_bahram https://i.ibb.co/ypqPD2x/amir.png https://i.ibb.co/ZWGQLkf/9.png The tale of Amir Bahram the Great: At only 19 years old you have plenty of hellspawn and bandits slain. Protective services pay extremely well around the border where hellspawn roam. You're traveling in a group of mercenaries for this big mission to clear out a town that was overrun. Biggest job you've taken yet. It's also the first time you've worked in a team. Time to show these other mercs who has the most skill. You're a lot younger than the others but you're way more naturally talented than they are. Oh, and the women you will get! As you walk to the village that had lost contact, you imagine many young maidens needing saving. You've gotten fond of showing off your halberd to them. Just thinking about it makes you exited for combat! You're not going to let the somber tone of the local militia in your group drag you down. You take the lead. You notice some broken limbs covered in soot on the side of the road. Signs of hellspawn. You think about your weapon. Your halberd has been expertly sharpened. You've sharpened it hundreds and hundreds of times. Demon bones blunt the edges of blades quickly. Your halberd is ready. It's a beautiful weapon. Your father acquired it from one of his colleagues in the orient and you inherited it from him. You can say that before all women you have the most fondness of your trusted halberd. Beautiful green stones are encrusted on the shaft that have been freshly blessed by a priest. You realize you have been monologuing to the group of mercs and militia that have been following you. One of them actually told you to shut the hell up. A crunch of a broken branch under your foot. The smell of sulfur. A ping of fear in your gut. The kind of feeling you only know if you are about to die. Out of the bush a hellspawn lying in wait leaps at you from the side. You can feel the hot breath and the large jowls of its maw open wide around your head with the intent of taking it clean off. At the last possible second you instinctively shift your weight and with your momentum allow the demon to eat the sharp end of your halberd instead. You cleave through it's flesh like butter and sever it in half from the head to toe before it even hits the ground. The blood of this hellspawn is sure to attract others but you don't have patience to wait any longer. With vigor you lead the charge towards the village which has now just come into view. You can see the bodies of those that tried to escape. The stench of death wafting up the hill to your nostrils is nauseating but your focus is resolute. You make your way through the rocks that jut out around the village. You hear screams now. Not from the village, but behind you. Those massive rocks you just passed were not rocks. They were massive hellspawn like nothing you have ever seen before. Rocky, acidic flesh. Eyes of burning coal. At least a dozen of them. And you just woke them all up. Your companions are picked off one by one, their heads cracked like coconuts against the ground as the monstrosities fly into a rage. Two of the mercs that have been following you closely look back in fear. They look even younger than you. One of them looked like a boy with fox ears and a bushy tail. He was small but carried a massive sword with him that was almost his size. He was completely shaken in fear. His buddy was carrying a fancy looking bow and looked more calm. He was already drawing back his bow and launched an arrow straight at one of the gargantuan titan's faces. It bounced off with nary a scratch. "Ah, well that's fucked.". He turns to you. "Hey there, uh...halberd guy. You got some offensive magic on you?" "H-how can you not remember my name?!?" you exclaim, "I was LITERALLY the only one talking about my entire backstory!" Despite feeling insulted you bring yourself back to focus. "Follow me into Amberley. From that tower we can get a vantage point for me to cast a spell that can wipe them all out at once. A forbidden spell that has been passed down to me through genera--" For some reason you couldn't finish the sentence. A flash of white. -Amir Bahram the Great - Died on the outskirts of Amberley - cause of death: decapitation from a large thrown rock

MAN THAT WAS COOL A FUCK. I love that you gave me the title "The Great". I don't know if you know King Cyrus The Great is my hero or this was just a coincidence but I love it either way. I love that it sounded like I was going to cast a spell that would've wiped out all those hellspawns. But they don't give me the main character treatment and wait till I finish my spell XD (I always hate that they wait for the guy to cast the spell in animes and games) shows that this manga doesn't fuck around and no one's gonna wait for the character to finish his move. I love that. Good work dude that was really exciting to read. I liked it a lot

@amir_bahram Thanks! Glad you enjoyed the read. I had a fun time writing it.