Ceberus & Wastu part-and
CHAAAAK!!
The black hands were sliced clean.
One by one, they were severed, melting and vanishing into the light radiating from Arion's body.
The light of Gavrilo. The light of the Champion.
That light illuminated every corner of the dark ocean, piercing all the way to the depths, sweeping away every darkness that had ever dwelled in this place.
The demon woman grimaced...
Screamed!
Her scream shook the water.
She shrieked, vomiting a surge of black energy that roared in all directions—a deathly pressure, a final attempt to drag Arion back into the depths of torment.
But Arion needed only one strike.
SLAAASHH!!
The Sword of Light cut through the wave.
And in that sacred flash—the demon was split in two.
Her body shattered, and before she could scream again, everything...
fell silent.
Gavrilo, who had shielded him from the very beginning, detached itself...
As if its mission was complete, the armor dissolved into light, allowing Arion to fall again...
...into the dark waters.
...into the void.
"HAAAH—!!"
Arion gasped awake.
His breath ragged, his body soaked in cold sweat.
His eyes were wild.
He looked around... and only then realized he was no longer in the world of illusion.
"Where am I?" he whispered, still panting.
But in front of him now stood a strange man—with three heads.
Three faces, three gazes, three distinct auras—but one body.
One head looked fierce and restless, another smiled calmly, and the one in the center radiated an unshakable presence.
Behind them stood a majestic fortress—appearing like an ancient castle defying the erosion of time itself: Wastu Castle-Fortress.
The three-headed man spoke:
"Welcome, Prince."
His voice echoed like an empty chamber newly filled.
"My name is Archer."
He pointed at the center head.
"This one on the left is Aiden, and on the right, Zayyan. But..."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Didn't you bring something for us?"
Arion was silent for a moment... then startled.
"The ring…!"
He reached into his inner pocket and took out the Cerberus Eye Ring—a relic from his father.
"My father asked me to give this... to the masters of Alchmy."
He extended the ring.
The three heads nodded in unison.
Their eyes gleamed with ancient light...
"With this, we swear our loyalty to you."
"Welcome. From now on, this place belongs to you."