Last Part: C4: Yaxoc & Luna VS Awakened Zarzock

Yaxoc walked back into the battlefield, his gaze locking onto Luna, who struggled to keep up with Zarzock's relentless attacks.

"Luna!" he called out.

Luna quickly backed up, moving to his side, panting.

"Thank the heavens you're okay," she said, catching her breath. "I'm leaving this to you."

Before Yaxoc could respond, she turned and bolted.

"Where are you going?" Yaxoc asked, narrowing his eyes.

Luna glanced back. "I'm looking for Moonlight."

A short silence. Then Yaxoc nodded. "Be careful."

She disappeared into the distance.

Now, it was just him and Zarzock.

Yaxoc's gaze hardened, his expression dark. His fists clenched.

"This ends now." His voice was cold.

Zarzock smirked, rolling his shoulders as he assumed a fighting stance. "I'd like to see you try," he taunted. "After all, you'll end up dying!"

Without warning, Zarzock lunged. His fists blurred as he struck Yaxoc repeatedly, each impact forcing him back. But Yaxoc adapted—he flipped backward, evading the last strike, before driving a kick into Zarzock's face. His counterattack didn't stop there; he followed up with two brutal hooks.

Zarzock staggered, shaking his head to clear the daze. But when he looked forward—Yaxoc was gone.

"Where could he possibly go?" Zarzock mused with a cocky grin.

Then—

A blur. A flash of light.

Yaxoc appeared behind him, his fist drawn back for an Angelic Flash—

But Zarzock caught his wrist.

"Nice try," Zarzock sneered. "Attacking from behind, huh?"

His claws slashed across Yaxoc's arm—yet Yaxoc didn't even flinch.

Zarzock's smirk faded slightly. "Oh? Tough guy, I see. What, you don't feel pain anymore?"

Yaxoc's glare burned. "All I'm focused on is you!"

With an explosive burst, he slammed an Angelic Flash into Zarzock's gut. The impact sent Zarzock skidding violently across the ground, slamming into a distant wall with enough force to shake the battlefield.

Coughing, Zarzock slowly got to his feet. He clenched his stomach. "Damn it... I didn't think he could use Flashes with his kicks too."

Yaxoc gave him no time to recover. He lunged forward, his strikes a relentless barrage. The final punch sent shockwaves across the battlefield, causing the very fabric of space to ripple.

Zarzock was sent flying into the sky.

Yaxoc appeared above him in an instant, grabbed his horn, and flung him downward—straight into a river, creating a massive splash.

But Yaxoc wasn't done.

He descended rapidly, his fist cocked back—then boom! He delivered a devastating jab to Zarzock's jaw, the force fracturing his skull.

Zarzock staggered, clutching his face. "Damn it... he almost broke my skull..."

"No more games," Yaxoc said flatly.

He launched another assault, but this time, Zarzock blocked and countered each blow.

Then Yaxoc struck low, sweeping Zarzock's leg.

A split-second opening—

Yaxoc unleashed a brutal, bone-shattering beatdown.

"You're getting what you deserve!" His voice was filled with finality. "This ends NOW!"

With a final Angelic Flash, Zarzock's body was sent crashing through multiple trees before slamming into the ocean, waves bursting from the impact.

Zarzock struggled to stand, breathing heavily. Blood dripped from his lips.

"Damn that Yaxoc..." he muttered, shaking. "He's drained me completely. I can't even regenerate anymore..."

As he tried to regain his composure, a new presence entered the battlefield.

A slow, deliberate set of footsteps.

Lucius.

Zarzock tensed, irritation flashing in his eyes. "What do you want?"

Lucius merely smirked. "No need for hostility. Even you must admit—Yaxoc is powerful."

Zarzock remained silent.

Lucius continued. "I've killed Moonlight. Did you take care of her sister?"

Zarzock clenched his jaw. "Yaxoc intercepted me... I barely survived his Angelic Flash."

Lucius chuckled. "Ah, I see. That explains the state you're in." He gazed at the sky, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You know, angels have a unique trait. Their faith determines the power of their Flashes. The higher their faith, the deadlier their attacks become."

Zarzock's eyes narrowed. "So that's why his hits were so aggressive?"

Lucius nodded. "Yes and no. From what I observed, Yaxoc wasn't even using faith. Meaning..." He smirked. "His raw strength alone surpasses even god-tier entities. We don't know his true limits, but it's best not to get on his nerves."

Lucius turned.

"Also—keep your guard up. I can already hear them coming."

Before Zarzock could respond, Lucius vanished.

Zarzock scowled. "Damn him... I only wanted his power. But he's still a Type 4 Demon." He clenched his fists. "I don't need his pathetic energy—I've already killed stronger demons."

"Because your time is up."

A new voice.

A figure emerged.

Bloodied blue jacket. Black pants. Brown hair with a bacon-like texture. A white visor. An owl mask, covering only his nose.

Malifexi.

Zarzock immediately got into a stance—

Then froze.

His hands were gone.

He barely registered the pain before realization hit.

"What the...?" Zarzock's voice wavered. He glared at Malifexi. "You... your aura... it's overflowing with malice."

Malifexi slowly unsheathed his katana. "The power of the Cursed Orb is mine. And you—" His eyes gleamed. "—you'll be nothing but a tombstone here."

Zarzock gritted his teeth. "You think you can kill me?! Even in this state, I'm still stronger than you!"

He poured his remaining energy into regenerating his hands. "Prepare yourself, because—"

Step.

Malifexi took a slow step forward. Then another.

Circling.

Keeping distance.

Zarzock felt his instincts scream at him.

"The moment I catch that blade... you'll be in pieces," Malifexi whispered, his black aura crackling. "If you were smart, you wouldn't have approached me."

Zarzock scoffed. "You think you can intimidate me? Think again!"

Malifexi spun his katana, then turned—walking away.

Zarzock's eye twitched. "Wait. Where are you going?"

Silence.

Rage built inside Zarzock. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! YOU CAN'T JUST WALK AWAY FROM A FIGHT!"

Then—

A blur of movement.

A million slashes.

Zarzock's body split into countless pieces—dust scattering in the wind.

From the shadows, another figure emerged.

Ogamak.

His cold gaze swept across the remains. "Zarzock is retired. That anomaly with the katana... his speed is immeasurable."

He bent down, picking up the severed horn—then crushed it in his hand.

"Lucius chose the wrong person to bestow power upon."

He turned. "But don't worry... I'll find the

right one."

Ogamak vanished.

Then—

Another figure stepped forward.

He removed his hood, revealing messy brown hair.

"Four down. Twenty-seven to go."

And then, he was gone.