The War That Never Ends—Can the Demon Be Killed?
A War Beyond Mortality
The battlefield was no longer just a battlefield.
It had become a rift between existence and oblivion.
Alaa, Ali, and Yasser stood before the unkillable horror, their bodies battered but their resolve unshaken.
The demon's four burning eyes gleamed with amusement. It had never known fear, exhaustion, or pain. And as long as those truths remained, this battle was a joke to it.
"You insects think you stand a chance?"
The air rippled as the demon raised a single hand, its fingers stretching unnaturally, forming a claw larger than mountains.
"You are nothing."
Alaa tightened his grip on his sword, his massive frame crackling with golden energy.
Ali's hellish flames twisted, his entire being burning like a living inferno.
Yasser buzzed his wings, his moth-like form blurring between reality and something unseen.
Ali grinned despite the overwhelming odds.
"Then let's show this thing what 'nothing' can do."
Alaa vs. the Nightmare—Power Beyond Limits
Alaa moved first.
The ground beneath him collapsed, unable to withstand the force of his titanic charge. He lunged at the demon, his sword swinging in an arc that split the air itself.
The moment the blade struck—
A shockwave tore across the battlefield.
Entire continents trembled. The sky fractured. Reality itself shuddered as if it could not comprehend the sheer force of the attack.
The demon's form was cleaved apart.
For a brief moment—
It was split in half.
Then—
It reformed instantly.
Alaa's eyes widened.
"Impossible…"
The demon grinned mockingly.
"Fool. I am not bound by your reality."
Its massive claw lashed out, striking Alaa with enough force to send him crashing through entire countries.
Alaa vanished into the horizon, his body carving a deep scar across the earth as he landed somewhere beyond sight.
Ali's Infernal Wrath—Fire vs. Darkness
Ali wasted no time.
His flames erupted, twisting into chaotic pillars that consumed the entire battlefield.
The fire wasn't just heat—it was destruction itself, a blaze that could reduce even souls to ashes.
Ali roared, his body splitting apart into multiple flaming silhouettes, each attacking from a different angle.
The demon merely chuckled.
It raised a hand, and in an instant—
Ali's flames were erased.
Not extinguished.
Not countered.
Erased. As if they had never existed.
Ali staggered, his eyes widening.
"Oh… that's not good."
The demon tilted its head, watching him with amusement.
"Your flames are strong, but strength means nothing when faced with true oblivion."
Ali barely had time to react before the demon's arm stretched—striking him with impossible speed.
BOOM!
Ali was blasted into the sky, his body igniting the clouds as he crashed into the upper atmosphere.
The Phantom of the Insects—Yasser's Last Gamble
Yasser knew it.
They couldn't win this fight the normal way.
The demon wasn't just powerful—it was untouchable.
If brute force failed, then perhaps…
"I have one shot at this."**
His moth-like wings flared, releasing a cloud of golden dust that spread through the battlefield.
The demon's eyes narrowed for the first time.
"Oh? This… is new."
The dust wasn't physical—it was a conceptual poison, an attack that didn't target the body but the very essence of existence.
If he could weaken the demon's connection to reality, maybe—just maybe—they could finally harm it.
Yasser's eyes flashed with determination.
"Let's see if you can regenerate from nothing, monster."
The golden dust latched onto the demon, seeping into its very core.
For the first time—
The demon let out a low growl.
Not a laugh.
Not a taunt.
But a warning.
Yasser grinned.
"Got you."
And then, from the depths of the horizon—
A golden streak of light tore through the air, heading straight toward them.
The Return of Alaa—A Blow That Shakes the World
Alaa had never been this angry before.
The demon thought itself untouchable.
Unkillable.
But now, thanks to Yasser—it was vulnerable.
Alaa's entire form radiated blinding golden light, his sword pulsing with power that defied reason.
As he descended like a meteor, he knew—
This strike would change everything.
The demon realized too late.
Alaa swung his blade—
And the world exploded.
Epilogue: A New Chapter in the War
The impact ripped through dimensions.
The demon roared in agony, its body shattered, breaking apart into fragments of darkness.
For the first time—
It felt pain.
The Awakened stood victorious… for now.
But deep within the void—
The demon's pieces twisted, reformed, and whispered in the darkness.
Because no matter how many times they struck it down—
It would never truly die.
And the war…
Would never end.
[TO BE CONTINUED]...