Borris and Kelly arrived first—and froze in place.
The sight before them was something out of a nightmare.
The once-mighty Korran lay motionless, his massive tiger form drenched in blood.
Golden arrows protruded from his torn body, their radiant glow stark against the dark pools spreading beneath him.
His lifeless eyes stared at nothing, mouth frozen in a silent snarl, as if death had stolen his final roar.
And at the center of it all—
Asael.
Floating above the carnage, his body bathed in golden radiance, yet his hands dripped with fresh blood.
The contrast was haunting—divinity and brutality woven into a single figure.
His expression was empty.
His eyes—hollow.
A being that had once been human was now something else entirely.
A divine executioner.
Borris'' fury ignited, an inferno consuming his grief.
His roar shattered the stillness, a thunderous sound that made the very air tremble.
Muscles tensed, bones cracked, his body expanding as fur burst from his skin.
His transformation was violent, primal—a towering beast of raw power, pulsing with the rage of his kind.
With a snarl, he ripped a massive chunk of shattered metal from the ground, fingers digging into the steel like it was soft clay.
His breath came in ragged huffs, hot with fury, and with every ounce of strength he had, he hurled the twisted mass toward Asael.
It came fast.
A blur of deadly weight, whistling through the air like a meteor.
But—
Asael moved.
With a slight tilt of his head, the massive projectile shot past him, slamming into the blood-soaked earth with an earth-shaking crash.
Dust and gore erupted from the impact, but Asael remained untouched, suspended in the golden glow of his own radiance.
Before Borris could react, fire erupted at his side.
Kelly had fully transformed—nine tails fanned behind her, each one glowing with raw magic.
Her fox-like features twisted with hatred, eyes burning like embers.
With a flick of her tails, orbs of fire shot toward Asael, searing through the air like miniature suns.
And behind her—
The remaining beastmen followed suit.
Weapons flew. Spells crackled.
A storm of desperation surged toward the divine figure.
But—
Nothing worked.
Asael moved through the chaos like a wraith, golden weapons orbiting him like a storm.
He dodged with fluid grace, deflected with effortless precision, his radiant form an untouchable specter amid the bloodshed.
Even when a fireball struck his chest, even when a blade slashed across his side—
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The wounds healed instantly, erased as though they had never existed.
And then—
He attacked.
His floating weapons became instruments of death.
A sword sliced through a beastman’s throat, sending a crimson arc into the air.
A spear impaled a wolfman through the heart, pinning him to the ground as his body convulsed in its final moments.
Limbs were severed, flesh torn as divine steel carved through them like paper.
A lance hurtled toward Kelly, a precise strike meant to end her.
But Borris caught it mid-air, massive hands closing around the shaft with sheer strength.
For a moment, it seemed he had stopped it.
But—
A second lance came from behind.
Before he could react, it pierced through his back.
Cold steel drove through muscle, bone, and organs, bursting from his chest in a spray of red.
Borris let out a roar of agony, his voice cracking with pain. His grip on the first spear weakened.
And in that split second—
The first spear, no longer held back, shot forward.
It impaled him again.
The sheer force lifted his massive body off the ground, his shadow twisting beneath him as blood poured freely, soaking the battlefield.
His breath came in ragged gasps, vision darkening at the edges.
He barely registered the blur of gold rushing toward him—
Until the final blow came.
A sword flashed.
And his head was gone.
His body collapsed with a heavy thud, shaking the ground.
His severed head rolled, eyes still open in shock, until it stopped at Kelly’s feet.
Her eyes widened, her entire body trembling.
"B-Borris...?"
Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile, cracking under the weight of loss.
She turned, rage, grief, and fear churning inside her—
But Asael’s golden eyes were already on her.
And in them—
There was nothing.
No regret.
No mercy.
Just judgment.
Before he could strike—
A new presence arrived.
Giren, Sirius, and Hemel rushed in.
They found Anne first, her trembling form barely visible behind a barrier of divine shield.
Even shielded, she was shaking, her eyes locked onto the battlefield, unable to look away from the horror unfolding before her.
Hemel quickly casted invisibility spell upon themselves.
The newcomers stood frozen, staring at the carnage around them.
The bodies.
The blood.
The massacre.
And then—
Giren’s gaze fell on something else.
Something that made his heart stop.
A small body.
Kenta.
The boy’s lifeless form lay motionless, his tiny fingers curled, his face still frozen in that final moment of pain.
Giren’s chest tightened.
His breath hitched.
His hands clenched into fists so hard his claws dug into his palms, drawing his own blood.
"Kenta..."
The name escaped his lips like a breathless whisper, a sound too small to match the grief inside him.
All he could see was that small, lifeless body.
A child who had followed them.
A child who had trusted them.
And now—
He was gone.
A storm of emotions churned within him.
Grief.
Rage.
Helplessness.
His nails bit deeper into his palms, sharp pain grounding him as his gaze slowly lifted.
To the one who stood above them all.
To the one who had become something beyond human.
To the one whose golden light no longer seemed like salvation—
But destruction.
"Asael..."
His voice trembled with anger and sorrow, a fragile thing on the verge of shattering.
But Asael was no longer himself.
Kelly stumbled forward, her hands trembling as she pressed them against Borris'' lifeless chest.
Her body burned with exhaustion, but she didn’t care.
Her fingers glowed with healing magic, pressing desperately against his torn flesh, shattered organs, and severed arteries.
But—
It was useless.
His body was too broken.
His blood had already soaked the ground beneath him, pooling in thick, dark crimson rivers.
His face, once so fierce and full of life, was now pale and empty.
A lump formed in Kelly’s throat.
Her breath hitched.
"Come on, Borris… just a little more…"
Her magic flared brighter, but his body did not respond.
She pressed harder, tears forming in her golden eyes.
"Don''t die...! Not like this!"
But no matter how much she poured her soul into the healing spell—
He was gone.
And then—
The air shifted.
A deadly aura descended upon her.
Kelly''s ears twitched—
But before she could react, a shadow loomed over her.
A sudden whistling sound filled the air.
A dozen weapons rained down like falling stars.
The beastmen around her—those who had rushed in to protect her—
Were torn apart instantly.
A massive blade impaled a lion-headed warrior through the chest, lifting him off the ground before pinning him like a broken doll.
A spear burst through a wolfman’s skull, sending a sickening crack through the battlefield.
Another warrior, a fox like her, was bisected at the waist, his upper body sliding off in a grotesque heap.
Blood splashed across Kelly’s face.
She barely had time to scream before a hand wrapped around her throat.
Her entire body was yanked into the air.
Her vision swam, her lungs burned, and she struggled desperately—
But the grip around her throat was ironclad.
Asael.
His face was half-burned, the skin peeled away, revealing raw, red muscle beneath.
Yet—
His veins pulsed gold.
And within seconds, the burned flesh regenerated.
The torn skin stitched itself back together, his features restored as if nothing had happened.
Kelly’s eyes widened in horror.
"That’s… impossible…"
Asael stared at her, his face devoid of emotion—
And then, without hesitation, he lifted her higher.
Kelly gasped, her feet kicking helplessly in the air.
Her hands clawed at Asael’s grip, but it was like trying to break stone.
She couldn’t breathe.
Her vision darkened.
Then—
"STOP IT!"
A voice boomed from the battlefield.
Asael’s head turned slightly.
Talon had arrived.
His wings flared out, his body gleaming under the arena’s cursed light.
His eyes burned with fury.
"Put her down!" Talon roared, drawing his blade.
But Asael didn’t listen.
Instead—
He let go.
Kelly''s body plummeted.
The world blurred around her.
The ground rushed up fast.
If she hit—she would die.
A golden blur shot past her.
Talon caught her mid-air, wrapping his arms around her.
For a moment, relief flooded her.
But then—
A shadow descended upon them.
A blur of gold and death.
Asael.
He landed on Talon’s back with a force that shook the entire battlefield.
Talon’s body convulsed—
As two swords impaled straight through him.
A horrifying crack echoed through the air as bone shattered.
Blood burst from his mouth, splattering across Kelly’s face.
She gasped in shock—
Before her eyes widened in absolute horror.
Asael’s fingers tightened around Talon’s wings.
Kelly saw his muscles flex.
She realized what he was about to do.
"Talon—!"
RIP.
A sickening, wet tearing sound echoed across the battlefield.
Talon’s scream tore through the air.
His wings—
Ripped from his back.
His flesh tore apart.
His bones cracked and splintered.
Golden feathers scattered in the wind, drenched in blood.
And then—
They fell.
Both Talon and Kelly crashed onto the ground with a heavy, bone-shattering thud.
Blood splattered across the stone.
Their bodies twitched violently.
Talon gasped, his back an open ruin of torn muscle and shredded bone.
Kelly, barely conscious, reached out—her fingers trembling—toward Talon.
His eyes, once so brave, were now distant and clouded.
"T-Talon…"
But before either could move—
The sky darkened.
A shadow loomed above them—
And then—
A storm of arrows fell.
Their world vanished beneath an ocean of steel and death.