SHHHK!
From within the beam of golden energy, a red glow shimmered to life.
And thenâ
BOOM!
The entire Tremor Cannon split in half, torn apart from the inside as Max walked out, completely untouched, his sword dragging along the ground, carving a thin trail of glowing molten stone.
Lucas took a step back, eyes wide with panic.
"YouâWhat are you!?"
Max didn't answer.
He vanished.
And reappeared in front of Lucas, faster than a thought.
"AHHHHHH!"
Max roared as he swung down with all the weight of his fury, all the force of his months of torment, all the rage of loss.
Lucas raised his arms to defendâ
CRACK!!
His bones snapped.
The sword smashed through his defenses and struck his torso with full force, launching him like a meteor. He tore through five walls, then a statue, then skidded across the stone courtyard outside the villa, blood painting a thick trail in his wake.
He lay in a ruined crater, coughing blood, his chest armor shattered, ribs broken, arms trembling.
Max landed a moment later, his wings folding behind him. He raised his sword again, its blade still glowing with residual infernal energy, now tainted with Lucas's blood.
Lucas barely lifted his head. "You⊠You're not⊠human anymoreâŠ"
Max's expression didn't change.
There was no joy.
No triumph.
Only cold fury.
And a promise yet to be fulfilled.
Step.
Step.
Each footfall echoed like a death toll in Lucas's ears.
Max walked slowlyâunhurried, methodicalâhis sword dragging along the shattered stone floor, leaving a burning red trail behind him as it scraped against the rubble.
He looked like a reaper, advancing through the ruins of a kingdom he had just burned down.
Lucas panicked.
His breathing grew ragged, uneven. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he tried to push himself upâbut his body screamed in protest. His arms trembled. His ribs ached with every breath.
"N-No! Stay away from me!" he gasped, eyes wide with terror. "Stay away!"
Max said nothing.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't even blink.
He kept walkingâeyes locked on Lucas like a predator closing in on a wounded kill.
Lucas's gaze darted around, frantic.
The villaâhis home, his fortressâwas nothing but a field of wreckage now. Pillars lay shattered. Walls reduced to rubble. The luxurious garden, once a symbol of pride, now a crater of scorched earth and broken stone.
There was nothing left.
No guards.
No defense formations.
No escape.
And Max kept coming.
Closer.
And closer.
And thenâ
Lucas's eyes widened in sudden realizationâhis gaze dropping to Max's feet.
And there, glowing faintly beneath the dust and debris, was a teleportation rune.
His eyes lit up.
A spark of desperation surged through him.
'The teleportation rune⊠to the Lost ContinentâŠ'
With shaking fingers, Lucas reached into his storage ring and pulled out a small runestoneâetched with ancient lines of runes.
He didn't hesitate.
With the last remnants of his strength, he poured every drop of mana he had left into the stone.
WHIINNNGG!
The runestone erupted in a bright blue glow, its circuits flaring to life with a high-pitched hum.
Beneath Max's feet, the teleportation rune activated.
Blue lines carved into the stone flickered to life, illuminating the ground like a web of light.
Max pausedâjust for a heartbeatâas the glow surrounded him.
Thenâ
WHISH!
In a flash of radiant blue light, he vanished.
Gone.
Lucas blinked, stunned, frozen in place as the world went silent.
And thenâhe slumped back down, exhaling sharply.
"DamnâŠ" he muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of blood dripping to the floor. "That was too closeâŠ"
Around him, the last fragments of his once-grand villa lay in ruin.
And far awayâŠ
A new storm had just landed on the Lost Continent.
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High above the Lost Continent, the skies were calmâclouds drifting lazily under a brilliant blue sunlit dome.
Until suddenlyâ
CRACK!
A rupture tore through the clouds as a figure shot downward, slicing through the atmosphere like a falling star. Wind howled in its wake, and pressure trembled across the air as the figure plummeted toward the earth at breakneck speed.
And thenâ
BOOM!
The impact struck like thunder.
The ground exploded outward, a shockwave blasting dirt, dust, and fragments of stone in every direction. A small crater formed in the middle of a remote, grassy plain, smoke and debris still swirling around the edges.
In the center of itâ
Max.
His body lay motionless, half-buried in dirt and dust. He was covered in glowing black-red infernal tattoos, running from his face to both armsâetched into his very flesh like ancient runes forged by fire and wrath.
But something had changed.
As the dust settled and the air grew still, the tattoos began to fadeâslowly, graduallyâretreating like shadows melting under sunlight. Inch by inch, his bare skin reemerged, pale and bruised beneath the fading marks of infernal power.
Max's eyes cracked open, bloodshot and heavy.
His vision was blurred.
His head ached.
"Huh⊠what's going onâŠ?" he muttered, tasting dust in his mouth. He coughed weakly, trying to lift himselfâbut his body refused.
Every limb screamed with pain.
Every breath felt like fire.
He tried againâbarely shiftingâand a sharp wave of agony coursed through his bones. He grit his teeth, sweat already trailing down his temples.
Just a few feet away from him, the Abyss Dragon Sword lay half-buried in the dirt, its blade glowing faintly red. It pulsedâsteady, rhythmicâas if calling out to him.
Max blinked at it.
He wanted to reach for it.
But he couldn't even lift his arm.
"Damn⊠how did I end up in this mess?" he whispered, his voice weak, eyes drifting up to the sky aboveâso blue, so peaceful, with gentle arcs of cloud trailing across it.
And thenâ
Like a lightning strike through the fog of his mindâ
It all came back.
Alice's death.
His descent into madness.
His pact with the sword.
Mark throwing him into the depths.
His escape.
The fight.
Lucas bleeding in the dirt.
Max's chest rose sharply.
"AliceâŠ" he breathed.
His throat tightened, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, trailing down to mix with the dust on his cheek.
And thenâ