Hollow Roar

The archers never stood a chance..

Zayne moved like a storm given flesh, his blade a crimson blur. One moment he stood among them, the next—gore painted the walls.

 A soldier barely had time to raise his bow before his head toppled from his shoulders, his mouth still open in a scream that would never come. 

Another turned, eyes wide, just in time to see steel punch through his ribs from behind, the tip erupting from his chest in a wet burst.

Zayne twisted the sword free, letting the man crumple like a puppet with cut strings. 

Blood slicked the floor. Arrows clattered uselessly as hands—still gripping bows—thudded beside them, severed at the wrist. One archer, younger than the rest, stumbled back, fumbling for a dagger.

Zayne let him draw it. Let him swing. Then he caught the boy's wrist and slowly, almost gently, pushed the blade back into its owner's throat. 

The gurgle was drowned out by the next man's shriek as Zayne carved him open from hip to shoulder, entrails slopping onto the stone. 

By the time the last archer fell, his back pinned to the wall by his own arrows, the balcony was a slaughterhouse. Zayne flicked blood from his blade and glanced down at Annie. 

"Happy now?" 

She wasn't even looking at him. 

She was looking at Vex's transformation , it was grotesque. His body twisted, bones snapping as fur erupted from his skin, his face elongating into a lion's maw. 

Fangs dripped saliva as he lunged, claws raking the air where Annie's throat had been a second before. 

She didn't bother dodging the next strike. 

Her fingers twitched, and the air around Vex *warped*. Light threads coiled around him, tightening like a net. 

He snarled, thrashing, but the harder he fought, the deeper the threads bit. Blood welled where they sliced into fur and flesh. 

"What is this Creation?" he spat, muscles straining. 

Annie tilted her head. "You haven't seen the worst of it!" 

She clenched her fist. 

The threads ignited. 

Vex's scream was cut short as fire raced up the strands, engulfing him.

 His fur blackened, his skin split, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air.

 He collapsed, twitching, as the flames reduced him to a charred husk. Annie stepped over his smoldering corpse.

"Such a waste of a powerful creation...but I do wonder if the others have killed their opponents yet?"

While Lunara and Kael continued fighting, their fight was so intense that they had broken holes in the walls, and had continued their battle outside the castle, leading them into a nearby fortress located close to the castle 

Kael fought like a machine. No wasted movement, no flashy techniques—just fists wrapped in silver chains, each punch capable of shattering stone. 

Lunara ducked and weaved, her arms crossed in front of her as his blows sent shockwaves through her guard. 

"You're strong," she admitted, rolling her shoulder. "But predictable." 

She lunged, her fingers hardening into steel claws. Kael blocked the first strike, chains screeching against metal, but Lunara wasn't aiming for his flesh. Her claws hooked into his chains, and with a vicious yank, she *pulled*. 

Kael stumbled, off-balance for the first time. Lunara didn't let up. A knee to his gut, an elbow to his jaw—each hit precise, calculated. Kael snarled, swinging wildly, but Lunara slipped past his guard and drove her claws into his side. 

Blood sprayed. Kael staggered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

Lunara stood over him, panting. "You rely too much on your Creation." She wiped her claws clean on her sleeve. "Strength means nothing without skill." 

Kael collapsed, his chains clattering against the floor. 

"And also, strength and stamina potions really do help..." as she threw the empty potions into the ground,and sat next to him. 

Dain and the guardians's fight had also led them outside , because the Guardians needed to find places to hide from Dain's arrows

He was a nightmare with a bow. Arrows flew faster than thought, each one aimed to kill. But the guardians weren't ordinary fighters. 

Sybil downed a vial of speed potion, her movements blurring as she dodged arrow after arrow. Saphyra chugged strength, her daggers deflecting shots with brutal efficiency. Sylvara, the tactician, hung back, waiting for her moment. 

And Dain wasn't running out of arrows, whenever he was left with the final one, he just restocked by grabbing a arrow.

Sylvara thought of a plan and asked the others to run around him , so that he wastes his arrows.

Dain nocked three arrows, his Multiply Creation flaring. Nine arrows loosed at once—but Sybil and Saphyra's speed allowed them to dodge,running from one room to another, but that's when Dain started laughing 

Human CREATION // touch lees MULTIPLY

And the arrows multiplied in the air, it went from 9 to 90 

"Fk ... that many?!" said Sybil as the arrows got close to her, like it was raining...

And one by one they started hitting her body, 7...8...12 arrows pierced her body and her arms that were covering her head 

"Arghh" started Sybil screaming. 

While Dain laughed saying " who told you i can only multiply 9 arrows.... i can do way more"

It seemed to be over for Sybil but Saphyra had acted fast, as soon as the arrows multiplied 

 She threw a giant piece of a wall in between Sybil and the arrows and prevented most of the arrows from hitting her.

"How could you!!!" Said Dain , mad that his surprise didn't work, he scouted the surrounding for Sylvara but she was nowhere to be found, so he grabbed an arrow on the ground, and multiplied it.

He then ran away, so that Sylvara couldn't short range attack him 

While Saphyra got to Sybil , getting a healing potion out and asking her to drink, while Sybil' eyes were almost closed , with a low voice saying

"I've never been so close to death before,i don't like it!I want to protect Lunara and see her become a Queen"

"No!!" Said Saphyra " You will not die here!!drink this and rest,Sylvara will take care of the rest!"""

As Dain ran , he was getting worried because he didn't see them anywhere, but then his muscles locked. 

His fingers spasmed, his bow clattering to the ground. 

As he looked at the arrow he grabbed from the ground earlier, that's when he realized his mistake, the arrow and his hand were covered in thick go and he fell into the ground.

Poison...

 His body numb, his vision darkening. 

And Sylvara appeared before him,saying "it's bad to pick things from the ground."

As she walked in front of him and continued talking"I didn't know if i had a heart to kill you,but you had no problem trying to kill my family...so neither will I"

And she ended his life,his final thoughts being his' Brothers'.

While on the gates something , never heard or seen before had started happening 

"Look..Look back " they murmured. 

A tremor... 

The dead giant's corpse *twitched*. 

Flesh split, bones cracked, and something *dark* poured into the body. The giant lurched upright, its eyes voids of swirling shadow. A roar tore from its throat, and the first swing of its fist reduced three soldiers to paste. 

Chaos erupted. Civilians screamed as the giant rampaged, crushing homes underfoot, 

He started tearing men in half with his bare hands. Blood started painting the streets. 

The Father looked back and his eyes were wide opened...

 the creature that he had murdered with his own hands 2 days ago,was rampaging his kingdom. 

But he didn't waste any time and raised a hand, and the air *shimmered*. 

HUMAN CREATION // CREATE 

Chains erupted from nothing, wrapping around the giant's limbs. Swords materialized mid-air, plunging into its chest, its throat, its eyes. The giant thrashed, but the Father clenched his fist—and the weapons *twisted*

The giant collapsed...

Silence fell . Then—whispers. 

"How did it come back?" a soldier gasped. 

"Could it be because of the demon related boy in the castle right now?"Said another 

"Nah he is probably dead by now."

(But what they didn't know was that, there are many demons living in the human's dimension!)

They were terrified thinking about the fact that he could wake up again.

"But did you see that? Elias didn't even break a sweat." 

"Of course not. He's the strongest of us all." Said another,

as Elias stood in front of the Giant, seeing if he would wake up again, he told the soldiers to help the wounded, but in his mind he still didn't know how the Giant's resurrection was possible.

While on the castle,unbeknown to what is happening outside, Menma had his sword ready against Garrick who was bloodied and tired, but nonetheless he used his' Creation' HUMAN CREATION // ILLUSIONER TRICKS