The dark energy rolled across the ruined city like a living ocean, devouring everything in its path. William planted his feet firmly, his sword glowing faintly despite the overwhelming surge around him. Mirabel struggled to rise beside him, her body trembling from exhaustion, her system still weak after the previous clash. The Demon Lord had not just survived—it had changed. Its muscles thickened, the runes on its skin pulsed like molten magma, and its eyes burned like infernos that pierced the soul.William’s flames flared around him, brighter, hotter than ever before. He gritted his teeth, the heat of his aura making the air shimmer. He could feel the Demon Lord’s power pressing down on him—not just physically but mentally, a suffocating weight that threatened to crush the resolve of any mortal being.“Mirabel!” William shouted over the roaring wind, his voice steady. “Stay close and keep moving. Don’t let it touch you.”“I’m trying!” she screamed back, struggling to keep her balanc

The battlefield was unrecognizable.Flames raged across what was once the city of Urgyt. The once proud towers were reduced to dust, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and burning stone. Every heartbeat echoed like thunder.William and the Demon Lord clashed again, their power shaking the world apart.Light and darkness twisted violently, swallowing the horizon. The ground beneath them split open, spewing lava and ash as their auras collided. William’s golden energy pulsed like a dying sun, while the Demon Lord’s chaos blazed red and black, like the core of an exploding star.Mirabel hovered in the air behind them, her hair whipping wildly in the storm of power. Her hands trembled as she gathered the last of her energy, trying to hold the broken sky together.“William!” she cried out, her voice barely audible over the endless roar. “He’s breaking through again!”William’s eyes narrowed, blood dripping from his brow. “Then I’ll break him first!”He launched himself

The air itself trembled beneath the weight of the Demon Lord’s presence. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the room, flickering like living things, twisting and dancing with malice. His body was colossal, yet fluid, like molten darkness given form. Every movement distorted the space around him; the walls warped, the floor cracked under his claws, and the very air hissed with energy.William stood his ground, sword ignited in flames that licked the edges of reality. Mirabel’s aura glowed faintly, trembling but firm. She gripped her staff tighter, her knuckles whitening. The fragments of her energy spun around her like a storm of light, reflecting her fear and determination. Ethan, calm as ever, remained behind them, hands folded, analyzing every motion, every pulse of energy.“You came far,” the Demon Lord’s voice rolled like thunder, echoing from every corner of the ruined chamber. “But this… is where your journey ends.”William’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t let you destroy anyone else

The evening light draped the horizon in orange and gold as William leaned against the taxi window, watching the city blur past. The reflection staring back at him was tired yet calm — his eyes heavy with memories, his heart at ease for the first time in weeks. The hum of the vehicle and the distant chatter of the driver barely reached his ears. His thoughts drifted elsewhere… to the people waiting for him back home.He had been gone for what felt like an eternity. Battles, death, and endless struggle — all for a world that had nearly fallen apart. But now that it was over, his purpose felt clear again. He wasn’t a hero chasing glory; he was a man who simply wanted peace for those who had nothing.As the taxi rolled out of the city and entered the broken roads leading to the suburb, the air grew quieter, more familiar. Faded streetlights flickered weakly as though welcoming him back. The cracked pavement, the old signboard leaning to one side, even the faint scent of damp earth — it al

The first light of dawn broke through the faint cracks of the watchtower’s ruined ceiling. A dim orange glow stretched over the dusty floor, painting shadows across the walls that still bore signs of an ancient battle — scorch marks, claw rakes, and dried black stains that told too many stories.William slowly opened his eyes.For a moment, he didn’t move. He lay still, staring at the ceiling, his mind quiet yet heavy. The silence of this world was different. It wasn’t peaceful — it was hollow. The kind of silence that followed destruction, where even the wind seemed afraid to make a sound.He sat up, stretching slightly. His body ached a bit from the fight the previous day, but the pain was faint — his regeneration had already done its job. His gaze shifted to the corner of the room.Lila was there.She sat cross-legged beside the window, her rifle resting on her lap, her face calm but unreadable. The faint light hit her hair, giving it a silver glow that danced in the quiet air.“Yo