A Collision Beyond ComprehensionThe dense forest trembled. Leaves rustled violently as an unseen force rippled through the battlefield.
In a flash—Sang-Jaey vanished.
Before anyone could react, he reappeared before the new student, his fist mere inches from striking.
The air cracked with sheer pressure.
But then—Eldrin intervened.
In that instant, he replaced the new student, catching Sang's fist in his grasp.
A thunderous shockwave erupted.
Eldrin's entire body shuddered under the force. His wrist bent at an unnatural angle, veins pulsing as he tried to hold back the devastating blow.
A heartbeat later—SNAP!
A sharp pain shot through Eldrin's arm. His wrist, unable to withstand the monstrous force, cracked under the pressure.
The ground beneath them split apart. The towering trees in the background vanished, obliterated in the impact's wake.
Eldrin let out a strained breath. His knees buckled, his energy nearly drained in mere seconds.
As he struggled to keep himself upright, only Zoick and Rakhad remained standing, their faces frozen in sheer disbelief.
Sang-Jaey's wild, consuming aura flickered—then suddenly vanished.
His body relaxed. His breathing steadied.
The moment passed.
The battlefield, however, was unrecognizable.
Eldrin staggered back, sweat trickling down his temple. His eyes slowly scanned Sang-Jaey's form. Then—his gaze locked onto something peculiar.
Scars.
A deep scar on Sang's elbow caught Eldrin's attention. A sense of unease crept over him.
Without a word, he reached forward, slightly pulling at Sang's collar.
His breath hitched.
More scars.
They trailed across Sang's shoulders. Marks of someone, which the history never be forgotten.
A deep silence settled.
Eldrin stepped back, his face darkening. He didn't say a word. Without looking back, he walked away.
A Question Left UnansweredThe new student, still catching his breath, looked around in confusion.
New Student:"What… just happened?"
Zoick turned to Sang, his expression unreadable.
Zoick:"Yeah, Sang. What happened when you changed?"
Rakhad:"You need to tell us."
Sang-Jaey clenched his fists. His voice, barely above a whisper.
Sang-Jaey:"Before my vision blacked out… I saw something."
He took a deep breath.
Sang-Jaey:"A pair of beast-like eyes. Staring at me. As if they were… a part of me."
The words hung in the air.
A slow realization dawned upon them all.
An Arrival That Shakes the CourtThe Grand Court.
The massive chamber—where rulers of realms beyond mortal understanding gathered—fell into an unsettling silence.
The heavy doors creaked open.
With each step he took, a suffocating aura filled the room.
The King of the Court, Vilgrim, strode toward his throne, his presence commanding absolute authority.
As he took his seat, every being in the chamber stood, bowing their heads in silent respect.
He raised a hand—Sit.
The room settled.
His piercing eyes scanned the gathered leaders.
Vilgrim:"Why has this meeting been called?"
Silence.
Vilgrim:"What happened?"
One of the Controllers hesitated.
Controller:"My Lord… There's a message. From Raze."
Vilgrim's expression remained unreadable.
Vilgrim:"Good. Then there is new information to be gained."
But no one spoke.
A heavy silence fell over the chamber.
Vilgrim's gaze sharpened.
Vilgrim:"Why are you all silent?"
A General stepped forward. His voice was steady, but his hands trembled.
General:"My King… Your assassin is dead."
The words echoed through the chamber like a death knell.
For the first time—Vilgrim's expression shifted.
A flicker of something deep in his eyes.
Vilgrim:"How?"
The General swallowed hard.
General:"Before his final breath… he sent a message. He referred to someone as 'Demon.'"
A chilling tension filled the air.
Vilgrim's gaze slowly moved toward Threxius, the Warlord of the Demon Clan.
Vilgrim:"Threxius. Do you claim this demon?"
Threxius, a massive figure draped in obsidian armor, shook his head.
Threxius:"No, my King. None of my demons are missing. However…"
His voice deepened.
Threxius:"If an external force is at play… then it could be them."
A second voice cut in—Kaelthor, the monster lord.
Kaelthor:"Yes, my King. It could be them."
Vilgrim remained silent.
He closed his eyes—thinking.
A Call to War in the WastelandsFar beyond civilization—the Wastelands.
A monstrous figure stood upon a throne of bones, his crimson eyes gazing down at the countless creatures below him.
The Monster Majesty.
Before him—millions of monsters stood, their roars shaking the heavens.
He lifted a clawed hand. The crowd fell silent.
Then, his voice boomed across the battlefield.
Monster Majesty:"Soldiers!"
A wave of excitement coursed through them.
Monster Majesty:"The time has come. We need to get ready for the great battle.
A deafening roar erupted from the army.
Their long-awaited battle was near.
From the shadows, his loyal messenger Buruso stepped forward.
Buruso:"Majesty, the soldier we sent to Earth… has not yet returned."
The Monster Majesty remained still.
His eyes gleamed with something dark—something ominous.
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
Monster Majesty:"Then… it has begun."
A Dream of a Forgotten PastZoick, leaning against a rock with his arms crossed, smirks. "So? Are you gonna tell us what that was?"
Sang exhales sharply. "Before my vision blacked out… I saw… something. A pair of beast-like eyes staring back at me. And then—" he gestures around at the ruined battlefield, "—this happened."
Earian, standing beside him, furrows his brows. "I've seen people lose control of their power before, but that? That was something else entirely."
Rakhad, still observing Sang closely, finally speaks. "That was no ordinary outburst. Something inside you awoke."
Sang clenches his fists. He doesn't understand what's happening to him… but deep down, he can feel it—something terrifying is stirring within him.
Eldrin, standing at a distance, muttered to himself.
Eldrin:"Not too slow… Your awakening is coming faster than expected."
Night fell.
Everyone settled into uneasy sleep.
But Sang's dreams… were different.
A blurred vision.
A man embracing a woman.
Then—her face, close up. Laughing.
Sang's eyes snapped open, his breath uneven.
He clutched his chest.
Sang-Jaey (whispering):"Who… is she?"
The night wind carried no answer.
But deep in his soul—something stirred.