The white light that had fallen like rain grew ever more intense, and the figure in the white cloak gradually took on a clearer form. His long silver hair flowed like a river of liquid light, and the aura surrounding him was so overwhelming that both Rhenzo and Hansen staggered backward.BENGG!!The atmospheric pressure collapsed around them, as if the very air shattered beneath the weight of his presence.Kira, still struggling to comprehend what was happening, felt a power that defied explanation—as if this being could alter reality itself with a mere wave of his hand.The white-robed figure said nothing, but his presence alone was enough to shift the entire atmosphere. Rhenzo, usually calm and calculating, looked disoriented—and slightly afraid. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving the figure.Hansen, though grievously wounded, tried to stand tall, staring at the white-cloaked being with curiosity—and a hint of fear. He knew that the power before them far surpassed anything they

“I will…”Hansen opened his eyes, and lightning flickered within his irises.“…stay.”DUARRR!!!The sky raged, as if the very fabric of the cosmos—written for millennia—had just been torn. The symbols in the sky collided and consumed each other. The dark rift at the center of the celestial ring shone brighter.The white-robed being didn’t react—he simply stared at Hansen in silence. Then he spoke, his voice quiet, yet heavy as mountains:“You have chosen destruction, young one.”ZRAAAAKKK!!!Heavenly lightning struck the ground just meters from where they stood. Dimensional energy began to collapse, and the air trembled.But Hansen stepped forward.“I know the risks. But this world doesn’t belong to the Guardians, nor to the Szeharim. This is our home. And if this home must fall, then let it fall because we fought—not because we surrendered.”BOOMM!!!A soul-shattering explosion erupted from Hansen’s body. A white-blue aura enveloped him, marking the activation of Final Soul Resonance

Silence.Time stood still. Even the wind seemed to have lost the courage to whisper. Only bluish-white light filled every corner of the battlefield, sweeping over the ruins, the bodies, even the sky itself.Kira opened her eyes first.She knelt behind the energy shield of the Temple of Time’s Shadows, her body trembling. Fine dust floated around her like fragments of starlight.“...Hansen?” she whispered.No answer.But from the center of the light, footsteps echoed—slow, heavy, but steady.Hansen emerged from the circle of light, his body covered in wounds, clothes torn, parts of his skin charred by resonance. But he was alive.And he was holding something.Ravh’Thur’s head.Strangely, the head didn’t scream, didn’t explode, didn’t bleed demon blood. Instead… it froze. Cracked. Then shattered into black crystal and spirit fragments that evaporated into the sky.DUARRR!!A small explosion burst in the sky—where ancient symbols once loomed—and one by one, they vanished.The fragile dim

Darkness.That was all that enveloped Hansen’s consciousness as his body was thrown into the dimensional void. No direction, no sound, no time.But slowly… something else emerged. Pain pierced deep into his soul—not from physical wounds, but from the black chains binding his body and merging with his spiritual core.Hansen groaned, not out of fear—but rage.“You want to bind me?” he whispered. “Wrong person.”The chain tried to drain all of his energy, sucking power down to the very marrow of his soul. But in that moment, Hansen saw an opening. He noticed the flow of energy within the chains. Slow, but steady—like a black river flowing toward a dark core at the heart of this unknown being.“You’re not just chains… you’re a pathway.”Hansen began to control his breathing. He recalled every soul-manipulation technique from his past—from the Sealed Sky Temple to the forbidden arts of the Underworld. And with unyielding resolve, he began drawing the energy inward—not to absorb it, but to

DUAAARRR!!!The sky roared. A searing light plummeted at blinding speed, crashing into the earth and forming a small crater right between the Sky Dragon Sword and the masked silver men.The ground exploded, dust billowed like a war mist. The three attackers immediately leapt back, bodies in full alert.“Who dares attack us in secret?!” one of them shouted, voice filled with rage and suspicion.Smoke still fumed. Vision was obscured. The aura from the impact was unlike any known spiritual technique. More… natural. Like a blast of ancient energy.Yorgi could only watch from his kneeling position. His chest still heaved, blood trickled from his mouth. Yet his eyes gleamed with hope. His breath trembled as he prayed silently:Please… whoever you are… I can’t hold on any longer…The smoke slowly cleared, carried away by a north wind.And there… at the center of the small crater… lay a man’s body, his clothes in tatters, much of them scorched and burnt.No visible wounds. No movement. No gl