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Twelve heroes, ten gods, two different purposes: extinguish the other races and save everyone, regardless of their appearance. 

These two individuals will have to fight each other to save or destroy the races that exist in the world in which they live. However, they will have to sacrifice so much that the pain will be so great that not even time can heal the wounds of their hearts. The only thing that will keep them standing in battles will be their determination.

The Twelve Heroes

Special abilities are gifts granted at birth in this world. They allow one to unleash 100% of their magical and physical power, regardless of race. Each ability manifests and is used in a different way.

However, demi-humans inherit only a single special ability that is passed down through generations. Some abilities can even be shared across different races, although it has never been seen that those who possess one have reproduced. In short, these abilities are exclusive... except for the human race. Humans cannot use magic or special abilities. They are the only exception.

Draekon began stretching his body as I picked up my sword. I noticed that my right arm had already fully regenerated. When I turned, Aiko had also managed to recover the part of his torso he had lost. We locked eyes for a moment.

Without thinking, we jumped back into battle just as Iko was struck by Draekon's sword. The blow didn't sever his arm completely, but it was left hanging by tendons. The enemy grabbed him tightly, ready to finish him off.

However, Iko, refusing to give up, gripped his sword with determination and, in a desperate act, cut off his own injured arm, letting out a scream of agony.

—"It's been a long time since someone made me use my special ability," said Draekon with a sinister smile.

—"Your turn, Aiko!" —Iko shouted, dropping to his knees, breathing heavily.

—"Like I give a damn, you idiot!" —Aiko snapped angrily, charging at Draekon.

Aiko tried to slash both of Draekon's legs, but he blocked the attack effortlessly with his sword. I took that chance to strike at his neck from behind. But when my sword touched him, it shattered into three pieces. It was as if his body had turned to steel.

—"This is going to be easy," Draekon mocked.

—"Hey… what's your name?" —Aiko asked, visibly exhausted, but not giving up.

—"I… am Draekon. The man who will kill all three of you."

In the distance, our brothers had finally defeated the dragon. However, the victory came at a heavy cost: more than half the humans had died, and the remaining survivors—fewer than a hundred—were gravely wounded.

Only we, the Twelve Heroes, remained standing to continue the fight. But suddenly, the enemies began retreating from the battlefield.

We looked at each other, confused.

Draekon smirked and spoke in a deep voice:

—"So you've finally arrived... Thalor, God of War."

A powerful presence filled the sky. When we looked up, at first we saw nothing. But as our eyes focused, we spotted a figure clad in white armor. It was imposing and majestic, floating in the dark sky. His white wings kept him suspended.

He descended slowly, looking at us with contempt.

—"You call yourselves heroes? Do you really believe you can save humanity? What a sad illusion… You haven't even been able to defeat Draekon. And yet you think you can change fate. Such a pathetic dream."

—"That's why I, Thalor, God of War, will bring your existence to an end. Here and now."

Suddenly, he dived down with his hammer raised. When he struck the ground, a massive crack opened, splitting the earth in two.

—"This rift will swallow you all! You'll die here, in the most painful way!"

We, the Twelve Heroes, quickly retreated to avoid falling into it, but the rift kept expanding. Thalor began attacking us, trying to throw us into the abyss.

Meanwhile, Draekon stopped smiling. His expression changed. His face now showed a restrained rage—like a beast on the verge of devouring us.

chapter 10