Nova's Rage.

As Khoon departed, Nova entered his home, he summoned Ignatius from the mystical confines of space.

Nova's mind churned with restlessness, The desire to confront and eliminate the threat gnawed at him, yet he knew that acting rashly would only draw unwanted attention.

The following day, Nova, still concerned by the intrusion, approached the guild master, explaining the events at his home and Khoon's intrusive behavior. The guild master, with a reassuring demeanor, addressed Nova's concerns.

Guild Master: "I will take care of it today. You can clear your head. He won't bother you after today."

With a weight lifted off his shoulders, Nova nodded in gratitude. Trusting the guild master's judgment, he felt assurance.

As the day unfolded without any further surprises, Nova traversed his usual route, unaware of the impending danger that lurked in the shadows. Suddenly, he found himself ambushed by a group of masked strangers. Before he could react, a swift blow knocked him unconscious.

When Nova opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. The leader of the Radiant Syndicate standing before him, a menacing presence with a tone that echoed with disdain.

Syndicate Leader: "How dare a bug like you think you can stop us? Do you really believe that if you complain to her that will halt our pursuit? Even if I kill you here, nobody will know or find your body."

A dozen figures circled around Nova, their masked faces hiding their true identities. Nova, still reeling from the sudden assault, mustered the courage to respond.

Nova: "I don't know anything about what happened to the guard."

As Nova writhed in agony, the Syndicate leader, consumed by rage, summoned a fire spirit to inflict further torment upon him. The flames danced around Nova, a cruel manifestation of the Syndicate leader's wrath. Nova paniced as the searing heat consumed him, every fiber of his being crying out in pain.

The onlookers, shrouded in masks, reveled in the sadistic spectacle. Laughter echoed around Nova as he struggled against the relentless onslaught of the fire.

The Syndicate leader, indifferent to Nova's pleas, only sought to vent his anger and indulge in the satisfaction of torturing his captive.

In the midst of the torment, Nova succumbed to the overwhelming pain, his consciousness slipping away. As he fell into unconsciousness, the fire continued to devour him, leaving behind the scent of burning flesh.

However, the Syndicate leader, momentarily relenting, ceased the flames. Gripping Nova's scorched form, he attempted to wake him with a sharp slap to the face.

Nova, emerging from the brink of unconsciousness, underwent a profound transformation. His eyes ignited with a mesmerizing silver fire, and a single silver wing unfurled from his back. A dark horn adorned his head, resembling a half-crown. In this ethereal state, he began to regenerate, the wounds inflicted by the fire spirit healing in an instant.

As the Syndicate leader's hand reached Nova's face, intending to deliver a slap, it erupted into pieces upon contact. A surge of newfound power emanated from Nova, his very presence now a force to be reckoned with.

Releasing the Syndicate leader, Nova turned his attention to the surrounding individuals. Recognizing their intent to conjure magic, Nova uttered a single commanding word: "Shut up(*)." Instantaneously, the chanting ceased, and a stifling silence enveloped the scene as the once-empowered individuals found themselves unable to access their magic.

Realizing their newfound vulnerability, the Syndicate members, undeterred, rushed toward Nova with swords drawn. now an embodiment of formidable strength, prepared to face the impending onslaught.

Nova, now in full command of the situation, uttered a single, authoritative word that echoed in the air "Stop (*)." In response, every Syndicate member froze in their tracks, their movements halted by Nova's commanding presence.

With measured steps, Nova advanced toward the Syndicate leader, his eyes ablaze with an otherworldly power. He spoke a single word: "Kneel." The leader, overcome by an irresistible force, dropped to his knees.

Nova's gazed into the leader's eyes, instilling a fear that transcended mortal comprehension.

With a mere glance, he subjected a Syndicate member to a gruesome fate, folding him until he became a twisted mass of flesh. Nova touched the writhing figure, absorbing his energy but leaving enough for him to endure the excruciating agony.

He moved on to the others, each met with a punishment befitting their transgressions. One engulfed in a pillar of flame, another trapped in a pillar of water, and yet another buried in a pillar of sand. Every element manifested to inflict suffering upon the Syndicate members, all the while Nova's command forbidding them from even a whimper.

Nova then approached Khoon, the one excluded from the earlier fate, and subjected him to the same ruthless judgment. With a wave of his hands, a black flame consumed the leader, reducing him to ashes. But instead of ending, his essence was cast into an eternal pit of black fire, a punishment even transcends Hell.

With absolute authority in his words, Nova addressed Khoon, as the one who started this mess. "You will confess to killing them and the guard. After they find you guilty of murdering the guard, you will atone for your sins by taking your own life. Once you've taken your life, your essence will join the pit along with your leader."

Nova wakes up in the morning checking himself, as no wounds found on him, Confusion clouded Nova's thoughts as he grappled with the disconnect between the surreal experience dream and the reality of his well-being. Turning to Ignatius, he sought clarity on the situation.

Nova: "When did I get home? I don't remember anything after I was knocked out."

Ignatius: "You returned home late at night and fell asleep almost immediately. You looked exhausted, as if the weight of the world rested upon your shoulders."

He left the lingering thoughts behind him and went to guild.