The Calm Before the Storm
The dust settles. A deathly silence blankets the battlefield.
Sang stands firm, blood trickling from his mouth and forehead. He wipes it away with the back of his hand. Across the field, Eldrin and Rakhad exchange worried glances—something was off. Then it happens…
Sang: "BAAKA…"
The word echoes like a war drum, chilling the air.
Earian's eyes widen in fear. He stumbles back, whispering to himself.
Earian: "T-This… This is what he said when I first met him…"
Beside him, Sylin tenses, her amazement locked in awe and caution.
A Word That Echoes Power
Sang glares at Nero.
Sang: "BAAKA. What do you think you are? Calling me… weak?"
Suddenly, Sang's aura begins to rise, swirling wildly around him—then, with a roar—
BOOM!
His energy explodes. Dust blinds the air once more, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
Upanor steps forward, summoning his wind abilities to clear the haze. As the air calms, they all see—
Sang, eyes closed, standing tall and still.
Nero (in thought): "What… happened to this weakling? Was everyone… right? Is he the monster?"
A Glimpse of the Monster
Sang's eyes snap open.
**One eye burns normal.
The other—**glows with the same terrifying color it did during his blackout.
Rakhad: "This is worse… Now, no one can stop him."
Zoick (smirking): "Now you'll pay… for your arrogance."
Sang (in thought): "This time… I won't black out."
He vanishes.
The Demon Awakens
FLASH! Sang reappears in front of Nero, fist drawn back, about to strike—
Nero (alarmed): "What!? His eyes… they're normal again!"
Nero instinctively summons an iceberg from beneath, intercepting the punch. But—
CRASH!
Sang's punch shatters the iceberg like glass.
Nero is thrown back, sliding.
Before he can catch his breath, Sang reappears behind him, his hand engulfed in roaring flame. He swings.
CLANG! Nero blocks with a weapon summoned from a hidden metallic box. Sparks fly.
Heated Clashes, Frozen Pride
Their battle begins—a dance of fire and frost.
Nero's weapon slices with freezing precision, while Sang retaliates with fiery fists and explosive kicks.
They soar mid-air, clashing like titans.
Suddenly, **Sang dashes onto Nero's ice slide—**but it melts beneath him, steam rising violently as hellfire consumes it.
Sang unleashes a wave of heat, breaking the ice completely. Nero falls, staring upward.
Nero's POV:
Through the haze and heat, Sang descends like a meteor, his arm transformed—burning, lava-like, divine.
A Clash Interrupted
"ENOUGH!"
Just as Sang's punch nears, Eldrin appears, catching the flaming blow with both hands.
Eldrin: "The duel is over, Sang. Calm yourself."
Dust settles. Silence. Everyone watches, stunned.
Zoick: "Hah! Told you not to mess with him."
Lyra: "Nero! Are you okay?"
Nero nods, holding his bruised elbow. The others murmur:
Rohdan: "Man… he's way stronger than I thought."
Upanor: "Wow! I like your moves!"
Mohiran: "No wonder they call you the monster."
Azira: "You've earned my interest."
Sylin: "I'm impressed, Sang."
Sang nods shyly, then blushes at Sylin's words.
Sang (softly): "Thanks… for the compliment."
Pride and Preparation
Zoick grabs Sang playfully by the neck, chuckling.
Zoick: "You made me proud, kid. You lived up to my word."
Sang (grinning): "Yeah…"
Earian: "You're ready for battle—like the rest of us."
Eldrin: "No… he's not ready yet. He's still weaker than the rest."
Rakhad (calmly): "Sang… let's make your power steady. Let's train harder."
Sang nods.
Sang: "Master, you said the battle on Earth is one day. But today…?"
Eldrin: "Because of time difference… the real battle is tomorrow."
Everyone smiles. Even Nero offers a hand of friendship. Lyra too.
They share breakfast… and begin their march toward destiny.
The Shadows Stir
Far away…
A spy demon, sent by Threxius, sneaks into the Petrology Camp.
He stumbles upon a massive black rock, trembling in fear.
Demon (thinking): "This confirms it. It's him. I must return to the Abyssal Nexus Court immediately!"
The Monster Majesty's Terror
In the Wastelands, deep in shadow—
Buruso: "Your Majesty… why do you tremble?"
A cloaked figure—The Monster Majesty—turns, eyes glowing.
Monster Majesty: "He… is haunting me, Buruso…"
A Step Into Fate
The group finally arrives at their destination—
A vast arena, open to the sky, humming with silent power.
The place where destinies will be written…
The battlefield awaits.