In a blur of motion, the males launched themselves toward their target, flame, shadow, and lightning streaking behind them like war banners. Together, they clashed with the Sinblood of Envy, their heightened senses, razor-sharp precision, and blinding speed tipping the scales in their favor as the battlefield erupted in chaos.Lirien — battle-hardened, cunning, and seasoned with centuries of combat experience — met their assault with ease, parrying strikes with masterful precision. Each clash sending sparks of energy and shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. A confident smirk tugged at his lips as chaos raged around him… until.“Now!”Seran’s voice cut through the roar of battle like a blade.In an instant, the team scattered, breaking formation and each keeping a precise distance from Lirien. Confused and momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in formation. He moved to pursue, but froze.A searing pain tore through his left shoulder, foreign and biting, almost alien in sen

In a dimly lit chamber breathed in shadows.Tall obsidian pillars rose into a ceiling lost to darkness, their surfaces etched with gold sigils and constellatory runes that pulsed like distant stars. Silk banners of deep violet and ash-white hung motionless, heavy with arcane embroidery. The air smelled of incense and old knowledge. Power that had learned patience.At the center sat a lone figure upon a high-backed throne of marble and crystal, hands resting calmly on the armrests. Around her, translucent screens hovered in a slow orbit, each flickering with shifting images. Wars yet to happen, worlds yet unnamed, timelines collapsing and reforming in silent loops.Then everything stilled.Her eyes opened.Light poured from them, not warm, not cold, but absolute. A blinding white that cut through the chamber like judgment itself. The screens froze, trembling as if afraid to continue.She spoke, her voice calm, inevitable.“From death, a being of power be born. A being of absolute autho

The group gazed up at the colossal fireball looming above Remiel, its infernal glow painting their faces in hues of blood and ash. Terror etched itself into every expression.“What… what’s that beast thinking?” Ragna breathed, eyes locked on the sky. “Has he forgotten we’re still here?”“An attack of that scale could completely obliterate everything on this battlefield,” David said, drawing a steadying breath. “I just hope he has something up his sleeve.”“Hmph. I am not as reckless as you think.”A deep, guttural presence reverberated through their minds as a thin red barrier flared into existence around the group, its surface shimmering like heated glass.Elynora’s eyes widened. “A barrier…? How does a barrier solve anything?”Seran stared at the crimson veil, Equilibrium Sight flaring. His expression shifted.“…This isn’t an ordinary barrier,” He said slowly. “It’s made of compressed energy from his essence.”The barrier pulsed in rhythm with Remiel’s aura above, threads of the sam

50 years ago in Phlegethon The clouds in the blood-red sky rumbled as a brutal wind swept across the wasteland, dragging curtains of red sand through the air. In the molten rivers of the demon realm, a lone figure thrashed through liquid fire, each movement drawn out by agony.His skin blistered, peeled, and reformed in endless cycles. Flesh charred, scales cracked, then regenerated anew. Black smoke coiled from his body, yet he never stopped moving, never allowed himself to sink.A soft giggle drifted across the inferno.Another figure stepped into view at the river’s edge, her silhouette elegant against the hellish glow. She watched him with idle amusement, head tilted, eyes gleaming.“You seem to be having a good time, Lirien,” She said, her voice smooth as velvet.He dragged himself against the current, teeth clenched, eyes burning with resentment.She smiled.“Why don’t I make all this… worth it.”Lirien halted mid-stroke, molten waves lapping against his frame as he turned towa