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Karlos and Zalario stood facing each other, battered but grinning wide. The energy swirling around them distorted the very air, cracks forming in the ground beneath from sheer pressure alone.
"Looks like it's time to end this," Karlos said, his voice steady, filled with excitement.
Zalario chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "One final blow, no holding back," he said, lifting his sword that shimmered with pure judgment energy.
I leaned forward, feeling my heart race. This is it.
Both of them roared, magicules and spiritrons exploding around them like miniature suns. The sky above trembled as Karlos' Abyss King "Nox" devoured the light around him, while Zalario's Lord of Judgement "Israfel" blazed brighter than ever.
In an instant, both launched forward, clashing with all the power they could muster.
BOOOOOOOM—!!
The world around them exploded into a dome of pure destruction and energy, the shockwave blowing back even my hair despite the barrier I hastily reinforced.
When the dust finally cleared, the two warriors were still standing… barely. Their swords had shattered, their clothes torn, blood dripping from countless wounds. But both wore the same wild, satisfied smile.
"It's a draw," Zalario said, breathing heavily but laughing.
"Yeah," Karlos agreed, chuckling lowly. "You're strong. I'm glad we fought."
The two looked at each other, not as enemies — but as equals, as comrades forged in the fire of battle.
From that moment, a bond stronger than loyalty alone was formed between Karlos and Zalario — a bond of warriors who recognized and respected each other's soul.
I couldn't help but grin like an idiot watching them.Man, I really do attract some monsters.
Then I removed the barrier, the dome of magic dispersing into shimmering particles as the pressure finally lifted from the air.
I took a few casual steps forward, hands behind my back, and walked toward the two figures who now stood amid a cratered battlefield—scorched earth, shattered cliffs, and deep gouges running for miles in every direction.
Zalario's armor was scratched and steaming, his wings flickering slightly, but his eyes still burned with excitement. Karlos, despite the mess of his clothes and torn gloves, wore the proud smirk of a man who had just tested his limits and relished every second.
"Wow," I said with a chuckle, glancing at the smoking horizon behind them. "You guys did quite a lot of collateral damage. Remind me not to let you spar near the capital."
Karlos coughed politely, straightening his vest. "Apologies, my lord… I may have gotten a little carried away."
Zalario laughed, a deep, honest sound that echoed through the broken landscape. "Little? I haven't had that much fun in centuries."
I grinned. "Well, I suppose I should be glad my monsters and angels don't hold back."
Then, just as we turned to leave—
RUMMMMMMBLE!!
The ground beneath our feet trembled violently, splitting in jagged lines. Mountains in the distance cracked like dry clay, and the skies darkened unnaturally, swirling with clouds not born of weather but something else.
"The hell?" I muttered, my eyes narrowing as a massive tremor surged through the earth again—this time stronger. Birds scattered from the trees miles away, and magic in the air began to distort, screaming.
Karlos immediately moved in front of me, his aura flaring with instinct. Zalario's wings shot open as his eyes sharpened, sensing something ancient and ominous.
"No… this isn't natural," Zalario said, voice low and tense.
Mimir's voice echoed in my head, alarmed for once:"Lad… something is awakening. Something buried. And it's angry."
A massive crack burst open in the ruined land nearby—pulsing with dark red light.
Whatever this was…It wasn't done with us yet.
Then, just as the rumbling settled for a mere moment, Zalario's expression changed. His body stiffened slightly as he received a telepathic link—his eyes glowing faintly with divine light.
A deep, calm, but clearly troubled voice echoed in his mind:"Zalario, this is Fled Way. Emergency orders. The mad Giant King—Ashura—has awakened. He's gone berserk. The heavens are barely holding him off. Lord Veldanava himself has ordered the Primordials to respond. If we don't stop him now, the Cardinal World will fall."
Zalario's jaw tightened.
He immediately turned to me. "Lord Velsun," he said, voice urgent, "I've received an emergency summons. The mad Giant King Ashura has awakened. The cardinal world is on the brink of collapse. I've been ordered to report to the battlefield—immediately."
The moment I heard the name Ashura, a cold shiver ran down my spine.Ashura…That name echoed in the deepest corners of my past knowledge—fragments from my previous world. A titan among giants. The first of the berserker kings. It was said he once fought Veldanava himself to a stalemate before being sealed away.
And now… he was back?
I didn't hesitate. "I'm coming with you."
Zalario looked surprised, but didn't argue. He nodded, clearly relieved.
I turned toward Karlos. His expression said everything—a quiet pain, a longing to follow. But he didn't speak.
"Karlos," I said gently but firmly, "I need you to stay and guard Solara. Until I return, you are the shadow and shield of this nation. I trust no one more."
He bowed deeply, though his eyes shimmered. "As you command, my Lord. I will protect it with my life."
And with that, Karlos vanished in a flicker of dark light, heading back toward Solara.Zalario opened a portal to the divine battlefield—energy so dense it twisted the air itself.
I took a breath."Ashura… Let's see what makes you a god-killer."
Then Zalario and I stepped through—into war.
Then, in a blink of light and distortion, Zalario and I stepped onto the battlefield.
The very air shook with power.
A vast mountainous plain stretched before us—scarred, burning, and cracked. The sky itself had split open from the sheer force of the battle. Uncountable giants, each towering like living mountains, marched forward with thunderous steps. Their eyes glowed with madness, and every swing of their weapons shattered the earth.
And in the middle of it all—six of the Seven Primordial Angels fought like divine storms. Each one radiated impossible power, holding back the hordes with techniques and authority that bent reality itself.
Off to the side, lazily floating in the air with a bored, half-slouched posture, was none other than Dino, the Sleepy Seraph.
"Ughh... why do I have to deal with all this heavy lifting..." he muttered with a sigh, dodging a massive boulder thrown his way with casual annoyance. "I was napping literally ten minutes ago..."
But the moment Zalario and I arrived, the tide paused—if only for a breath.
One of the angels, Cornu, noticed us immediately and nodded. "Zalario, you brought reinforcement."
Zalario nodded back and said calmly, "Velsun is with me."
At that name, even the air seemed to shiver. Some of the giants hesitated—something primal in them recognizing a greater predator had arrived.
I scanned the field. The true threat... where is he?
And then I saw it—at the heart of the chaos, rising higher than the others, his muscles like mountain ridges, stood Ashura.
His body was wrapped in crimson chains of divine sealing magic, some shattered, some fraying. His eyes glowed with golden rage and madness. A jagged crown of bone sat on his head, and his roar cracked the heavens.
"ASHURA..." I muttered. So this is the so-called Mad Giant King.
The battlefield awaited its next shift—and we had just arrived to deliver it.
As I stood beside Zalario, watching the battlefield shatter under the weight of divine and monstrous power, my eyes locked onto the towering figure in the distance.
Ashura.
No... not just a giant. Not just a monster.
But a three-headed catastrophe—a being so powerful that Elder Brother Veldanava himself had to intervene personally. He didn't defeat Ashura in the traditional sense. No... he split him—divided his essence into three parts just to stop the world from breaking.
I clenched my fists as ancient knowledge flowed through me like a whisper from the past.
"One of those fragments… Draguel… he went on to become a True Demon Lord."
He didn't just become one—he ruled the giants after Ashura fell and even rivaled Veldora in raw power. The Draguel I remembered was a calamity in his own right.
And now… the original was reforming. The three pieces drawing together, forming the mad, primal core of Ashura the Giant King once more.
Even for me… this wasn't going to be a walk in the park.
I narrowed my eyes as one of Ashura's three heads turned in our direction—its blue iris locking onto me, the jaw curling upward in a feral grin. The pressure of his gaze alone felt like gravity had tripled.
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