Chapter 1 Berserk First Panel Mga Nobela at Kwento

My prison. A thunderous crunch shakes the ground. The reinforced main door splinters inward. Not from one blow. From a dozen. Kin. But not the lost souls I remember. These are twisted, eyes rolling white with madness, bodies swollen with blighted energy, claws rending the air. Berserkers. Corrupted Arthur’s vanguard. They pour through the breach, howling with voices that aren't human anymore. Pure, amplified rage. The Devourer’s psychic poison turned flesh.

"One more time." I placed my hand against the panel again. This time, I didn't just push — I let my wolf take the lead, let her ancient instincts guide how the magic flowed. The ward resisted. Crackled. Fought. But this time, it broke. The panel swung open with a sound like breaking glass that only I could hear. But the effort had cost me. My wolf was exhausted, her presence dimmed. I felt weak, shaky, barely able to stand. * * *

And it looked wilder, it’s eyes more bloodshot and it’s movements animal-like. “I see, a berserker and a support mage. Good combination” I look at the support mage, thinking of how to get to him first. A sudden blow to my side, sending me flying into a nearby hill reminds me of the berserker demon. “Ow, that hurt” My fortification was broken immediately, I couldn’t even react this time. “How much longer until this damn thing starts working?” I touch my the back of my neck again, this time feeling a faint magical energy. “Fuck this, I’m jump-starting it.” I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz”

They were immortal and when they fought the bloodiest and cruelest battles were unleashed. Berserkers had a bad habit of never leaving anyone alive. Even Valkyries didn't bother them. Eric surveyed the parking lot where the blonde, blue-gray-eyed girl he had held in his hands earlier stood. She was in shock, he had seen confusion and fear in her eyes. When he wanted to read her mind and erase everything he had seen, he found a wall blocking his way. It had rarely happened to her, and she knew that if she forced her mind to let it in, she would suffer.

These berserk werewolves could be the missing werewolves from so many packs. The team was split into two different lines; the Frontier line and the second line. The Alphas and Betas were leading the frontier while the Gammas were leading the second line. The berserk werewolves weren’t that far anymore. Their growls were getting louder with each heavy stomp. When the first berserk wolf appeared, Cohen jumped in and fought it. He bit the wolf by the neck but not deep enough to kill it. Cohen broke the wolf’s front and back paws. The injuries could heal in a matter of hours. It was good enough rather than killing it on the spot.

Steve’s vision blurred, then faded to black. The Dreamscape. He opened his eyes to nothingness. Black sky. Black earth. Stars swirling too slowly in the sky above. He stood on a cracked obsidian plateau. A blood-red moon hovered low on the horizon, pulsing with an ancient, terrible rhythm. Then, he saw it. The Berserker. It stood across from him, a twisted mirror of himself. Towering. Muscled. Its fur was streaked with gold and jet black, its eyes glowing with a fury that could scorch gods.

Xiao Long focused the Aura of Destruction onto his right leg and slammed it into the three claw wounds on the black bull's body. Bummm! The Black Demonic Bull was sent flying back by Xiao Long, then uprooted some of the trees it hit. However, the black bull instantly got back up and attacked again. This was what made Berserk terrifying, the Demonic Beast would not feel any pain until the Berserk State ended. Yes, the Berserk State had a certain active time. “ Looking at its red aura, it will only last for a few minutes before collapsing due to the side effects of the Berserk State. Hold out that long and we'll win!” Xiao Long said, to which the other four nodded in return.

What he saw then had left him speechless. Pavan had partially awakened a dormant physique—something incredibly rare. The Berserker Physique. A brutal, chaotic body-type known for unmatched strength, terrifying stamina… and mindless destruction. According to Danial’s inheritance scrolls, the Berserker Physique was almost mythical. Usually only seen in monstrous warriors or heavily muscled body refiners. Pavan was… well, Pavan. Smart-mouthed, lean, and occasionally lazy. How he had that physique was a mystery.

Chapter 46: A Desperate Gamble The cavern held its breath as Evie, a beacon of chaotic energy, charged towards the colossal beast. The creature, its massive form momentarily stunned by the sudden burst of light, turned its fiery gaze upon her. Time seemed to slow down. Every tremor of the beast's muscles, every flicker of its glowing eyes, was etched into Evie's mind. With a desperate cry, she unleashed a torrent of chaotic energy, a swirling vortex of blue light aimed directly at the creature's face.

Berserkers were already inside the outer wall, fighting hand to hand with garrison wolves. "North wall." Rhea shoved a shield at Serna. "They're coming over heavy there." Serna ran. Her leg still hurt from the spear wound but she ignored it. Got to the north wall just as three berserkers came over the top. Cut the first one down before his feet hit stone. Second one got her in the shoulder with an axe, she felt it bite deep. Spun and opened his throat anyway. Third one was huge, had a morning star that whistled past her head. She ducked, came up inside his guard, drove both knives under his ribs.