The city had fallen into a tense, suffocating silence.
Everyoneâs gaze locked onto the lone man in golden armor suspended high in the blackened sky.
That armor itself glowedâcrafted from pure light element, every joint and plate emitting a tranquil radiance that pushed back the night. In the cameras, he looked less like a man and more like an avenging celestial.
Charles lay broken on the rubble, vision swimming from blood loss. Even so, recognition sparked in his dulling eyes.
Isnât he...one of them? One of the mysterious ones the Alliance couldnât trace?
What is he doing here? Didnât he say that he would go to the other cities?
Far above, Ethan stood with one hand folded calmly behind his back. His gaze never wavered from the eagle, whose wings churned the sky into a cyclone.
This creature was the strongest opponent he had ever faced.
He knew it. If he failedâif even one of those howling energy blasts struck the city belowânothing would remain.
Not even ash.
His heart beat slower. Steadier.
If I can bring my sword intent and Extinction to perfect harmony...I can slay it.
But the risk was absolute.
Any mistake...a single lapse...and he would be vaporized, every molecule obliterated under the eagleâs ten-million-ton forceâpower equivalent to a nuclear warhead.
He exhaled once, letting all fear fall away.
"Domain."
His voice was soft, almost inaudible over the gale. But the sky answered.
A sphere of crackling thunder spread outward, a shimmering barrier five kilometers wide. The night air snapped with electrical fury. Bolts of lightning descended in ruthless successionâten lances of raw electricity that speared toward the eagleâs vast form.
KRAKAKOOMâ
Each strike burst in blinding arcs across its armored feathers. Though the thunder did little more than numb the beast, it made the monster flinch.
A furious screech tore through the clouds. The eagleâs pupils contracted, and its colossal chest expanded with a massive intake of air.
It fired.
A hurricane-sphere erupted from its beak, a compressing vortex so dense it warped the starlight behind it. The howl of it made the buildings below shudder.
Ethanâs silhouette flickeredâvanishing from the eagleâs path.
When he reappeared, he stood opposite the city, ensuring the blast would miss any chance of collateral destruction.
The wind sphere detonated harmlessly in the distant mountains.
Ethanâs golden eyes glinted through the visor of his helm.
He raised one hand.
Fssshhhhâ
Thirty radiant motes materialized, spiraling outward like a constellation being born. They became flying knivesâelegant, thin as autumn leaves, their edges etched with runes of killing intent.
Each was infused with his sword intent, vibrating with lethal resonance.
In perfect synchrony, he launched them.
The knives sliced through the sky in blinding arcs, leaving golden contrails that lit the darkness.
The eagleâs eyes dilated, every primal instinct screaming of mortal peril.
With a titanic beat of its wings, it unleashed a cyclone.
WHOOOMâ
The storm that followed was no mere gust. Every feather was infused with wind element, turning the gale into a weapon multiplied severalfold. The pressure was so intense that Ethan felt his body strain to maintain balance, his boots skidding inches across the sky.
Below, cameras struggled to hold focus as the screen flickered with static.
In that hurricane, all thirty knives were flung aside like sparks in a gale.
The city held its breath.
Ethan hovered still, his breathing steady, though sweat beaded under his armor. This creature was strongâfar stronger than anything heâd known.
Yet he refused to waver.
He summoned his knives again. Their runes glowed brighter, and with a twist of his wrist, he pressed his palm forward.
The blades converged, merging into a single, spiraling mass of golden light. A drillâdense enough to distort the air around itâformed at his outstretched hand.
He didnât hesitate.
With a flick, he launched it forward.
The eagleâs shriek echoed over the city. Its pupils narrowed to pinpoints, and it reared back, feathers bristling.
Another hurricane-sphere formed in its beak, twice the size of the first, layers compressing into a whirling death.
They fired in unison.
The drill and the wind sphere collided.
BOOOOOMâ
A shockwave of light and emerald wind swallowed the sky.
Even from the ground, the impact felt like an earthquake in the bones.
The golden drill strained, its runes cracking, struggling to pierce the cyclone. For an instantâjust one instantâit seemed to push through.
Then the wind consumed it.
The blast plowed through the drill, weakened but still monstrous, hurtling toward Ethanâs position.
He vanished againâappearing just beyond the blast radiusâbut even the sidewash of pressure scalded his armor, tearing pieces of light away in molten streams.
His skin beneath blistered.
Pain flared, bright as lightning, but his regeneration surged immediately. Shredded tissue knit back together in seconds.
This...isnât working.
His mind raced, every calculation flickering like a thousand screens at once.
I need one strike. One true blow. If this drags on and it fires at the cityâ
Below, thousands watched in helpless awe. Some wept openly, unable to look away. The cameras caught every momentâthe unknown warrior in gold defying annihilation with nothing but his will.
Far from the city the three Ashfords seethed in fury. Who was this bastard,ruining thier plans?
Erasmus felt his muscles tense, his hands itching to interveneâto crush this interloper before he could ruin everything. But logic anchored him: if he joined, the Alliance would know an emperor had fought here. Satellites would record everything.
That would be the end of the Ashford line.
So he held back.
Ethanâs thunder domain flared brighter, arcs of violet lightning slamming into the eagle again and again.
The monster shrieked, wings thrashingâbut the damage was negligible.
Both sides were growing impatient.
Ethan knew the time had come. He could not allow this contest to drag on another heartbeat.
He raised one handâand this time, he did not conjure Frostmourne.
That sword was too recognizable.
Instead, a new blade materialized.
The Sword of Destruction.
Venuzdonoa.
Black as the void, etched with runes that seemed to swallow the very concept of existence. A weapon not of this world, but something deeperâsomething ancient and terrible.
He gripped its hilt.
Thenâhe closed his eyes.
Sword intent.
Power thrummed through his arm, fusing with the sword.
Absolute speed.
The world seemed to slowâthe hurricane became a crawl, every feather and gust laid bare before his perception.
Extinction.
A cataclysmic resonance awakened in the core of the blade. A vibration so pure it erased all things it touched.
Ethan opened his eyesâgolden, unshakable.
He swung.
FWOOOOOMâ
The darkness split.
A wave of annihilation burst forth, expanding into a crescent of obsidian light streaked with white veins of extinction.
This attack had the power of 20 million tons. This was at the realm of emperor.
Even Ethan hadnât realized the techniqueâs true power. If he had...he would have ended this long ago.
The eagleâs instincts detonated into pure terror.
It tried to flee. Its wings beat the air so fast the sky itself screamed.
But the attack was faster.
It struck.
SHRAAAAANGâ
The eagleâs colossal form frozeâflesh and bone sheared clean in a single line of absolute destruction.
For a heartbeat, silence reigned.
Then its body split apart, cleaved perfectly down the center.
Twin halves plummeted toward the city outskirts, lifeless.
Ethan floated, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath.
His armor flickered with fading light. Smoke rose from his gauntlets.
But he remained upright.
He scanned the city in a single sweep of spirit sense. Countless civilians injured. Charles near death. Fires spreading through collapsed districts.
A sigh of quiet relief passed his lips.
It was over.
A roar rose from belowâragged cheers breaking free from throats raw with fear.
The unknown warrior had triumphed.
Charles felt his broken lungs struggling for air. A smile cracked across his bloodied lips.
Even if I die now...Iâll have no regrets.
Ethan lifted his gaze to the starsâthen slowly lowered his hand.
Light gathered at his fingertip.
Whumâ
An endless stream of radiant energy poured forth, arcing across the sky in countless threads. Like golden rain, it descended over every street, every ruin, every wounded people.
People gasped in wonder.
Was this a god?
The first drops struck skinâburns closed, bones reset, bleeding stopped. Children wept as their parentsâ wounds disappeared in shimmering waves.
Low-level martial artists healed in moments.
Even Charles felt the fatal damage inside his chest unraveling. Shattered organs knit whole again, and color returned to his face.
His eyes brimmed with questions, but there were no answers.
Above, the three Ashfords watched in grim silence. Erasmus clenched his jaw.
"This...will not end here."
Nolan was grinding his teeth so hard blood dripped down his chin.
Bastard.
I wonât let you walk away.
He gazed down at the healed, bewildered city. Then, without a word, he turned, the Sword of Destruction dissolving in his grasp.
Light swallowed his figure.
And as the golden glow faded, he vanished into the night, leaving only awe and salvation behind.
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