chapter-13 final battle against the devil
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The battlefield was nothing but **destruction and chaos.** Rivers of molten rock flowed freely, thick clouds of steam rising into the air. The ground was cracked, uneven, and scorched from the sheer intensity of their battle. But despite the devastation, three figures remained standing.
Leon, now fully recovered, stood **stronger than ever.** His entire body was wreathed in **brilliant white flames,** hotter than anything before. The very air around him shimmered, and the ground beneath him **instantly evaporated** into thick mist from the sheer heat radiating off of him.
Mr. John, standing beside him, was surrounded by an **invisible but terrifying aura.** White energy crackled like lightning around his body, flickering in and out of existence. **Compressed air bubbles** formed and popped rapidly around him, the sheer force of his presence creating powerful **shockwaves** in every direction.
And then there was **the figure.**
Covered in **dense black shadow smoke**, his aura pulsed and swirled around him like a living entity. It was as if the darkness itself was acting as **a protective armor**, shifting and twisting in response to any incoming threat. The very space around him seemed to distort, absorbing light, though he himself was not absorbing it.
Then—**he vanished.**
Leon's eyes widened slightly, but his body **reacted before his mind.**
**BOOM!** The figure **appeared directly in front of Leon,** his foot already slicing through the air for a brutal **axe kick.** As his leg came down, the **shadow smoke surrounding it evaporated into mist** upon touching **Leon's white flames**, stripping away the protective darkness that acted as his armor. However, the raw force of the kick still remained.
Leon **braced his arms**, blocking the attack, but the impact sent a massive **shockwave** across the battlefield, causing cracks to split even further apart. The figure **staggered back**, surprised, but Leon **didn't give him time to recover.**
With a burst of **white flames**, Leon **blasted forward**, his fist **charged with superheated steam.** He **slammed a punch straight into the figure's chest.**
**BOOM!**
The force sent the figure **skidding backward**, but instead of falling, he **twisted mid-motion** and retaliated with a savage **roundhouse kick** aimed at Leon's ribs.
Leon **spun to the side**, narrowly dodging, his flames **flaring even brighter.** He retaliated instantly, **uppercutting the figure hard**, launching him into the air. But before Leon could follow up—
**WHAM!**
The figure **vanished** mid-air and **reappeared directly behind Leon**, both hands clenched together. He **swung them down with full force onto Leon's spine!**
**CRASH!**
Leon was **slammed into the ground**, and in an instant, the intense **heat from his white flames evaporated the earth beneath him, turning it into thick mist.** The battlefield trembled as the impact sent **waves of superheated air** rippling outward, warping the very space around them.
Mr. John **rushed in**, intercepting the figure before he could press his advantage. He swung a powerful **energy-coated fist**, white lightning crackling around it. The figure **dodged at the last second**, countering with a sharp jab, but Mr. John **caught his arm mid-motion** and **drove his knee into the figure's ribs.**
The black figure **dashed forward**, his **fist coated in dense dark energy**, and **slammed it into Mr. John's ribs.** The impact sent a deep, guttural **boom** through the air as **Mr. John skidded backward**, barely keeping his footing.
Before Leon's strike could land, the figure **shifted**, sidestepping at the last second. **He spun his body in a full 360-degree rotation, delivering a brutal spinning kick.**
Leon **instinctively stepped back**, dodging by a hair's breadth, but rather than retreating, he **charged forward**. **His flames flared violently,** the very ground beneath him turning to **steam and mist as he moved.** He **swung a powerful, flame-charged punch straight into the figure's chest.**
**BOOM!**
The impact sent the figure **soaring backward**, his body ripping through the air like a missile. But before he could recover—
**Mr. John appeared above him.**
His fist was **wrapped in violently compressed air,** the sheer pressure distorting the space around it. **With a roar, he slammed his fist into the black figure's skull.**
**CRACK!**
The force sent the figure hurtling downward, but at the last moment, he twisted mid-air, flipping onto his feet. **Leon was already there, waiting for him.**
Leon's fist rocketed forward, but the figure **blocked it with his forearm.** He retaliated instantly, **punching Mr. John while simultaneously avoiding a spinning kick from Leon.**
**BAM!** Mr. John staggered, but Leon was relentless. He struck again—**a devastating roundhouse kick to the figure's ribs.**
**WHAM!**
Before the figure could react, **Mr. John struck him from behind.** The **combined attacks sent him skidding backward**, dark energy flaring violently around him.
With a flicker of motion, Leon **zapped over to Mr. John's side, standing beside him.** The black figure straightened, **his glowing eyes narrowing**.
Then—**he attacked.**
**Hundreds of pitch-black spikes erupted from his body, each moving at speeds five hundred times faster than Earth's fastest bullet.**
They rocketed toward Leon and Mr. John, tearing through the air with an ear-piercing **screech**—but the instant they entered Leon's **melting heat radius**,
**they disintegrated into mist.**
The black figure barely had time to register what happened before—
**Leon charged.**
He **exploded forward**, a trail of superheated steam and scorched earth in his wake. The **ground beneath him turned to vapor instantly** as he closed the distance. He appeared **behind the figure in a blink**, launching a rapid flurry of flame-powered punches.
The figure **matched his speed,** dodging left and right, countering with a **spinning kick that struck Leon's ribs.**
**BOOM!**
Leon was **launched backward**, but before he could recover, a **shadow explosion detonated in midair.**
**KABOOM!**
The blast **sent Leon crashing into the ground**, but the moment he landed, the **ground itself melted and evaporated into mist** from the sheer heat of his flames.
Mr. John, seeing an opening, **rushed in from behind, his foot colliding with the figure's back.**
The figure **twisted mid-motion, dodging just enough to soften the impact.**
Then—**Mr. John's right arm began glowing.**
His **Ivon energy** surged like a wildfire—but unlike Leon's **blazing heat**, this was something different. The energy **felt cold**, yet paradoxically, it burned at an atomic level. It wasn't just an aura—it was a **concentrated force of pure shockwave energy.**
He **thrust his hand forward, the air distorting violently around him.**
**"Majestic Incineration!"**
A massive **explosion of raw Ivon energy** erupted outward, consuming everything in its immediate radius. The battlefield trembled as the wave of energy **swallowed the black figure whole.**
As the aftermath of **Majestic Incineration** settled, the battlefield was engulfed in destruction. The black figure stood amidst the chaos, his body injured and covered in deep burns, his breath ragged. Yet, before any damage could truly take its toll, the dense black smoke surrounding him twisted and coiled, rapidly mending his wounds. His body regenerated almost instantly, his eerie aura returning as if nothing had happened.
Before the figure could react, a new light emerged. From a distance, Leon stood firm, a massive **orb of burning light** forming in his palm. It expanded rapidly, radiating intense heat, its surface swirling like the core of a dying star. The sheer brightness of the attack forced even the black figure and Mr. John to shield their eyes. The battlefield trembled under its presence, the air itself warping from the rising temperature.
**"Scorching Sun Blast!"** Leon roared, hurling the fiery sphere forward.
The orb **rushed** toward the black figure at an incomprehensible speed, its heat vaporizing everything in its path. The attack wasn't merely **burning**—it was **erasing**—disintegrating rock, earth, and air itself into **pure nothingness**. It was as if a miniature **sun** had been thrown into the world, consuming everything in a blinding white inferno. The light was so overwhelming that even the distant peaks of **Mount Crimson** were bathed in its glow.
Then—**impact.**
The **Scorching Sun Blast** struck the black figure, detonating in a colossal **explosion of white fire**. The force expanded **violently**, creating a massive **cyclone of pure flames**. Everything within its radius—rock, soil, even the mist—was incinerated into oblivion. **Chunks of the mountain shattered and erupted**, crumbling beneath the sheer force. The explosion was so intense that it **shook the entire region**, triggering a devastating **earthquake** that sent deep fissures tearing across the landscape.
The once-murky battlefield, shrouded in the **Crimson Mist**, was **cleared entirely**. The oppressive fog that had blanketed them for so long was **gone**, erased by the sheer **heat** of the attack. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, they could see the **open night sky**. The **stars gleamed brightly**, untouched by the destruction below, while the thick **smoke** from the explosion drifted away.
And yet, as the dust and embers settled, a **dark cocoon** stood where the black figure had been.
The protective **barrier of shadows** slowly began to crack, splitting apart to reveal the **undamaged** figure within. He **stepped forward**, completely **unharmed**.
Meanwhile, the **Crimson Mist** began creeping back toward the battlefield, attempting to reclaim its territory. However, the moment it reached within **five kilometers** of the explosion site, it **vanished**—**evaporated instantly**. The **heat left behind by the blast was still so intense** that it prevented the mist from reforming.
At the center of the battlefield, Mr. John lowered his hands, **his shock barrier flickering away**—it had been the only thing preventing him from being vaporized by Leon's attack. He exhaled sharply, his gaze locking onto the black figure who **stood within the fading cocoon of shadows, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.**
The battlefield was an inferno of destruction. The land was torn apart, molten rock bubbled from the shattered ground, and the once-dense crimson mist had been blasted away by the sheer force of their battle. The black figure stood amidst the chaos, his dark aura swirling like a living shadow. His glowing eyes flickered with something almost resembling satisfaction.
"Hah," the figure exhaled, stretching his shoulders as if shaking off the fight. "I must say, old man and brat, this was entertaining. I enjoyed dancing with you two. But…" His smirk darkened. "I have more pressing matters to attend to. However—before I go, I need to confirm something."
Without hesitation, he vanished.
Leon's instincts screamed at him, but the figure was too fast. Before he could react, a jagged black blade—formed from the figure's own shifting shadows—pierced his abdomen. The world around Leon slowed as a burning, unbearable pain overtook his body. Blood spurted from the wound, sizzling into steam the moment it touched the ground.
The black figure smirked—but it was short-lived.
His entire right arm, including the shadow blade, suddenly *evaporated.* The instant it made direct contact with Leon's intense white flames, it was destroyed—burned away completely. The figure stumbled back, his expression briefly surprised before his shadowed aura wrapped around him, rapidly regenerating his lost limb.
Leon, however, had no such luxury. His body fell backward, lifeless.
Mr. John's eyes widened. "Leon!" he shouted, but before he could move, something unbelievable happened.
Leon's body was engulfed in brilliant blue flames. The fire consumed him, spreading rapidly across his entire form. Then, just as suddenly as he had fallen, his body began to mend. The mortal wound closed, his charred flesh restored, and his eyes shot open.
He inhaled sharply. Alive again.
Leon clenched his fists, his flames still burning fiercely. "I had to use my Phoenix Regeneration *twice* in one day," he muttered under his breath. "My ivon reserve is running low. If this fight continues… I'll have no choice but to use my full power." His eyes flickered with concern. "But if I do that, the mist will grow stronger. And with my ivon energy almost depleted, I won't be able to stop it."
The black figure tilted his head, watching Leon's revival with curiosity. Then, as if piecing together a puzzle, he smirked and murmured aloud to himself:
"So that's how it works… You're like a phoenix. You return from death, regenerating completely." His dark aura pulsed as he continued his analysis. "But… it has a limit, doesn't it? You can't revive endlessly. You need ivon energy. Once it runs out, you *won't* come back."
His eyes gleamed with understanding.
"Interesting."
Then, without warning, he turned toward Mr. John.
In an instant, he lunged, his blade reforming in his hand. Mr. John barely had time to react before a sharp pain seared across his stomach—a precise, shallow cut.
A strange sensation spread through Mr. John's body. His aura flickered. The faint white light surrounding him dimmed. The crackling electricity around him sputtered out. His compressed air barrier dissipated. It felt as if something within him had been *cut off.*
His eyes narrowed in realization.
"My power… It's *sealed?*"
The black figure's smirk deepened. "Looks like it worked."
He then took a step back, his shadowed form flickering like a mirage. "This is where we part ways. But worry not—we *will* meet again."
Leon and Mr. John tensed, ready to stop him—but before they could move, the figure turned slightly and delivered one final message:
"I will find the closest friend of Aryan—*Mathew.*" His voice was low, almost taunting. "And next time… we'll finish what we started."
Then, without another word, he vanished.
It wasn't teleportation. It wasn't speed. It was something else entirely. One moment he was there—real, tangible, undeniable. The next, it was as if he had never existed at all.
The battlefield fell silent.
For a long moment, neither Leon nor Mr. John spoke. Then, breaking the tense silence, Mr. John frowned and turned to Leon.
"What did he mean by that?" he asked. "Who is the closest friend he's looking for?"
Leon exhaled, still steadying himself. "Jasper," he said simply.
Mr. John's eyes widened in surprise. "…Jasper?"
A heavy silence hung between them. The battle was over for now, but one thing was clear—this was far from the end.
And next time, they would be fighting not just for themselves, but for the lives of their friends as well.
Mr. John took a sharp breath, still feeling the lingering ache of battle. He glanced at Leon, his expression thoughtful. "Jasper is improving too quickly," he muttered. "I only trained him for six days in the morning. At the start, he couldn't even control his ivon energy properly—his synchronization was all over the place, and he failed every time. But now… he's come a long way."
Leon, lying on his back, let out a tired chuckle, barely able to keep his eyes open. "With the amount of beatings he got from you, it's no surprise he improved."
Mr. John laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Never expect me to go easy on *anyone* during training."
The two of them chuckled together, the weight of exhaustion momentarily lifted by the shared humor. But as their eyes drifted toward the distance, their smiles faded.
The mist.
It was receding.
Slowly, the thick crimson mist that had covered Mount Crimson for an entire week was pulling back, thinning into wisps before vanishing completely. And as it cleared, they could see it—*the sunrise.*
The golden light of the rising sun washed over the battlefield, illuminating the shattered terrain, the scorched earth, and the molten craters left behind from their devastating battle. For the first time in a *week*, Mount Crimson was free from its suffocating veil.
Mr. John exhaled deeply. "Finally…" He let his body fall back onto the ground, staring up at the sky. "The seven-day energy discharge period is over."
Leon, too exhausted to respond, let himself collapse beside him. His body ached. Every movement sent pain coursing through his muscles. But something else gnawed at him—a deeper, unsettling sensation.
He could *feel* it.
A massive portion of his power… was *gone.*
The moment that shadow blade had stabbed him, something had changed. He could still use his abilities, but it was like a part of him had been locked away, trapped beneath some invisible force. Mr. John must have noticed the same thing because he clenched his fists, his expression darkening.
Leon slowly raised his hand, summoning his flames. A small fire ignited in his palm—orange and golden, flickering softly in the morning light.
*At least I still have my power…*
He narrowed his eyes and focused, trying to intensify the flames. The fire roared, turning blue, the heat rising dramatically.
Then—
*Pain.*
A sharp, searing pain jolted through his arm, shooting straight into his brain. His entire body tensed, and he gasped, the agony too sudden and overwhelming to bear. Immediately, he cut off the flames, his hand returning to normal.
Leon exhaled shakily, sweat dripping down his face. "Tch…" He clenched his teeth, glaring at his hand. *It's worse than I thought…*
He let his head fall back onto the ground, staring up at the sky, breathing heavily. The sun had fully risen now, painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and gold.
And then—darkness.
Leon and Mr. John both lost consciousness on the battlefield, their bodies completely drained.
But as the new day began, something truly remarkable happened—
For the first time in *a week*, Mount Crimson saw a day without its infamous crimson mist.
The bright sunlight bathed the mountain, reflecting off its blood-red rocks, making them shine brighter than ever before. The mountain stood silent, its usual eerie atmosphere replaced by an unfamiliar tranquility.
Leon groaned as he woke up, his body still aching from last night's battle. The first thing he noticed was the bright morning sun overhead, marking the end of Mount Crimson's energy discharge period.
"We should head back," Mr. John muttered, rolling his shoulders.
Leon sat up, rubbing his sore arms. "Yeah… let's go."
As they stood up and began walking back, Leon **finally realized something important.**
"…Hey, uh, why are we only in our boxers?"
Mr. John didn't even react. "Because our clothes were obliterated in the fight."
Leon sighed. "Great. Now we look like two crazy men who just wrestled a bear."
When they reached the camp, their **appearance** immediately caught the attention of everyone.
Alex was the first to notice. He turned, took one look at them, **and his entire face twisted into deep suspicion.**
Leon barely had time to react before Alex **rushed toward him, fist raised.**
They exchanged a casual fist bump, but then Alex leaned in close and lowered his voice.
"Leon… not to offend you, but…" Alex squinted at him. "Are you… interested in old men?"
Leon blinked. "What?"
"I mean," Alex gestured vaguely at him and Mr. John, who stood there **wearing nothing but their boxers.** "Are you a *gay dude* who's into *older men*? Were you *making out* with Mr. John or something?!"
Leon's **face instantly turned red.** "WHAT?! NO! OF COURSE NOT!"
Mr. John sighed, looking up at the sky like he was regretting his life choices. "I hate this conversation."
Leon **desperately** scrambled for an excuse. "W-We ran into a powerful alien, okay?! That's why our clothes are gone!"
Alex stared at him, completely unimpressed. "An alien, huh?"
"Yes. A very powerful one."
"…Right."
Before Alex could interrogate further, Leon quickly changed the subject. "A-Anyway! The sunrise looks nice today, huh?"
Alex rolled his eyes. "Changing the subject, huh? Whatever, man."
At that moment, Natasha approached. She had been sharpening her **golden sword, Alvættr,** before noticing their arrival. She walked up to Leon, her blonde hair glowing in the sunlight.
"Leon? Mr. John? Where have you two been? I thought you were in the camp last night."
Leon **jumped at the chance to get out of the previous conversation.** "We were in the camp at night, but we went for a walk when the mist disappeared."
Mr. John, as uninterested as ever, simply muttered, "Whatever."
Natasha was about to respond, but then **she took a closer look at Leon—and immediately turned red.** Her eyes darted away, and she coughed awkwardly.
Leon frowned. "Huh?"
Before he could question her reaction, Alex snickered and leaned toward him. "Buddy… it's probably because you're still standing there in nothing but your boxers."
Leon **froze.**
"…Oh."
His face **burned again, even hotter than before.** Natasha, still avoiding eye contact, muttered something under her breath and walked away. Alex, meanwhile, was *dying* trying to hold in his laughter.
"Welp, can't blame her," Alex smirked. "You are quite a sight to behold."
"Shut up," Leon grumbled.
At that moment, **Jasper saw Mr. John and his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.**
Jasper **sprinted** toward him so fast that he almost crashed into Jessica.
Jessica barely managed to dodge. "Jasper! Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry!" Jasper shouted, **completely ignoring her as he ran past.**
The second he reached Mr. John, Jasper **jumped in front of him, stars shining in his eyes.**
"Mr. John! It's time for today's training!" Jasper announced, **practically bouncing with excitement.**
Mr. John **stared at him blankly.** "…Not today. We're leaving soon."
Jasper's face fell. "What?! But we still have time to train!"
Mr. John responded by **punching him lightly in the chest.**
Jasper **immediately fell backward onto the ground, gasping dramatically.**
"AAAHHHH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Jasper yelled.
Mr. John shrugged. "Nothing."
Jasper sat up, **outraged.** "YOU HIT ME FOR NOTHING?!"
Leon, watching the whole thing, **chuckled.** He looked at Jasper and **silently made a promise to himself.**
*"Jasper… I won't let that thing have you."*
Before they departed, Leon **quickly changed into his uniform—**the black attire of the **'Star of the Darkness'** guild, embroidered with a silver-bordered star symbol. Once he was fully dressed, he sighed in relief.
"Much better."
As they ventured forward, their attention was drawn to the landscape. A **massive** portion of the mountain had been **completely destroyed.**
The land was torn apart—**deep craters, massive cracks stretching for miles, and rivers of molten rock** glowed beneath the shattered terrain. The sheer destruction was impossible to ignore.
Jessica's eyes widened. "What the hell happened here?! I felt a huge earthquake last night, but this—this looks like someone dropped a meteor!"
Leon **flinched slightly** at her words, but before he could say anything, Jessica crossed her arms and muttered,
"Looks like some idiots were fighting."
Leon, **highly offended,** scoffed. "Jessica, it's not nice to call people idiots. I'd say *one* of them was definitely an idiot, but the other two were perfectly fine."
Jessica **narrowed her eyes.** "And *how exactly* do you know that?"
Leon **realized his mistake immediately.** Before she could put two and two together, he hastily blurted, "Haha! We, uh… we *saw* the fight, right, Mr. John?"
Mr. John, as usual, did not care. "Whatever."
Jessica frowned, still suspicious. As they continued walking, she **noticed the unusual heat in the air.**
The temperature was **far above normal,** and the very atmosphere shimmered with the lingering effects of intense energy.
"…It feels like one of them had power related to heat," Jessica muttered, crossing her arms.
Leon tensed again. "W-Well, uh, who cares? Let's keep moving. No need to investigate for no reason!" He quickened his pace, eager to move on.
Jessica wasn't convinced. She cast a final glance at Leon and Mr. John before following the group.
**Something wasn't adding up… and she intended to find out what.**
Far away from Mount Crimson, beyond the reaches of the known world, a **realm unlike any other existed.** A land of darkness, filled with swirling black mist and floating, jagged structures, as if reality itself had been shattered and pieced together incompletely.
Within this nightmarish dimension, a **familiar figure staggered forward.**
The **black figure**, his emerald eyes still gleaming, **dragged himself through the shadows, his body heavily damaged.**
A smirk played on his lips… but it quickly vanished.
Suddenly, his body **convulsed, and he coughed violently, spewing fountains of thick black blood.** His breaths came in ragged gasps as he clutched his chest.
"Six… of my ribs… are broken…" he rasped. His voice trembled, filled with **both pain and fury.**
His body **twitched uncontrollably** as agony surged through him.
"My spine… has taken **significant damage…** My organs… my **organs were burned, melted** beyond repair…"
He collapsed onto the ground, his body **squirming in unbearable pain.**
Thick, shadowy smoke **coiled around him**, forming a temporary **black armor** that tried to mend his wounds. But unlike before—
**It wasn't working.**
The damage was too severe. His regeneration was failing him.
"**DAMN IT!!!**" he roared in fury.
His **anger boiled over** as he **raised a trembling hand and pointed at the nearest wall.**
A **pitch-black spike shot from his fingertip**—
**CRACK!!!**
The wall **exploded into dust**, crumbling into nothingness.
Despite his pain, the figure forced himself forward, staggering toward a particular corridor.
As the camera **panned outward,** the scene expanded, revealing the **true horror of this realm.**
A **vast, monstrous hallway stretched endlessly into the darkness.**
**Towering alien creatures lurked in the shadows.** Some had **multiple eyes** that glowed like dying stars. Others had **serpentine bodies covered in jagged spikes.** Massive, hulking beasts, **oozing black energy,** snarled and twitched with barely-contained hunger.
Among them, **humans stood in formation—**
Dozens… no, **hundreds.**
**All clad in black.**
They **knelt in absolute submission,** their heads bowed before a **single figure standing at the end of the hall.**
This man was **different.**
He stood tall, his **fair skin illuminated by the eerie glow of the chamber.**
His **long, jet-black hair** cascaded over his shoulders, reaching down his back. His presence alone **radiated fear**, an aura so suffocating that even the monstrous creatures **dared not move.**
He wore a **crimson and blue armor**, sleek yet menacing, glowing faintly with **raw, untamed power.**
And his **eyes.**
His **dark, soulless eyes** locked onto the injured **black figure** as he approached.
The kneeling figure **trembled** under his gaze, **his fear painfully evident.**
The man's voice, **cold and razor-sharp,** cut through the silence.
**"Did you find the closest friend of Aryan Mathew?"**
The **black figure**, despite all his power, **flinched** before his master. His emerald eyes **wavered.**
"…No, my lord. Not yet."
A terrifying silence filled the hall.
The **air itself felt heavy.**
The man did not move. But his mere **presence alone sent a chilling pressure crashing down on the figure.**
Desperate to prove himself, the **black figure clenched his fists and shouted—**
"But I **will!** I swear it! Next time, I will bring him before you!"
The man's gaze remained unmoved.
"…The forces of RK are attacking our **Glacier Plane Territory.**" His voice was eerily calm. "I need to **destroy them.**"
The **black figure stiffened.** His emerald eyes **widened** in alarm.
"But my lord, you told me—"
**BANG!**
The man **slammed his fist onto the table in front of him.**
Or rather—
**Through it.**
The impact **obliterated the table instantly,** reducing it to dust.
Every **single creature in the room**—from the kneeling humans to the terrifying monsters—**shuddered in fear.**
Yet the **most terrified of them all**…
**Was the black figure himself.**
He fell to his knees, his **entire body trembling.**
"I-I'm sorry, my lord…" he choked out.
The **man finally looked away, disinterested.**
"Never mind," he said coldly. "You are all dismissed."
The **monsters** and **humans** immediately **vanished** into the shadows, retreating from the chamber like frightened insects.
The **man stood alone.**
His gaze slowly lifted, staring straight ahead—**as if looking beyond this realm, beyond dimensions.**
Then—
**One of his eyes began to glow.**
A **blood-red light** ignited within it, **pulsing with raw hatred.**
And then, **both** his eyes glowed.
**Brighter.**
Brighter—**until they became two blinding lights of crimson destruction.**
His voice, a whisper of **pure, unfiltered malice,** echoed through the void—
**"Aryan… I will not let you live."**
A **twisted, sinister smirk** spread across his face.
**"I promise… I will make your life a living hell."**
His glowing red eyes **burned like twin stars of impending doom.**
**The scene focused on them—**
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To be continued...