Vyom stood there.
Chest rising and falling slowly.
Not from exhaustion — but from something far, far deeper.
The shattered remains of Mavran's barrier drifted like golden feathers in the air.
And standing amidst them——was her, the fox thief.
The one he had been waiting to see.
The reason he had stormed through Kyle like a hurricane.The reason he hadn't even hesitated to break apart the battlefield.
Her presence hit him harder than any attack could.
For a moment, the entire world seemed to quiet.The wind softened.The ruins, the spectators, even the battered Kyle gasping for breath on the ground — all faded into a distant blur.
Only she remained — glowing softly like a dream he could finally touch again.
Vyom exhaled slowly. His visor slid up slightly, revealing a rare, soft glint in his otherwise cold eyes.
"Tch... finally."
No monstrous killing intent.No battle stance.
Just a silent, unstoppable urge to close the distance between them.
The Hell Horse energy that had been raging behind him gently dissipated into wisps of smoke, almost like it understood — its master's war was over.
Vyom stepped forward—
—and the rubble seemed to move out of his way.
Not because of power.But because the world itself was bending to this moment.
As he walked, a lazy voice croaked from the ground:
"Tch... bastard..." Kyle muttered, coughing blood, eyes barely able to focus. "You... weren't even... serious about me...?"
Vyom didn't even spare him a glance.
He simply muttered under his breath, in a tone that was almost apologetic:
"Nothing personal.You were just... between me and her."
The final blow.
Not with fists.Not with claws.
But with truth.
Kyle slumped back, a bitter grin cracking on his bruised face.
And Vyom finally crossed the shattered space between them.
His girl——the only thing that had truly mattered in this entire battlefield.
As the last of the rubble settled and Kyle's battered body crumpled into unconsciousness, a silence fell over the battlefield.Only the crackling energy from the shattered barriers hung in the air, fading fast.
High above, Glitch floated lazily, arms crossed, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He whistled low.
"Pffft... Bro really thought he was the final boss."He shook his head, chuckling under his breath.
Then, louder —for the whole Colosseum to hear —
"Well, bro... when MC loves someone?He's ready to conquer the whole damn world.Who the hell is Kyle in the middle?!"
A wave of nervous laughter rippled through the few surviving spectators who heard it —but none dared say a word.Not when Vyom's silhouette was already a black bullet streaking across the ruined arena, heading straight for the figure behind Mavran's shattered barrier.
Kyle?He was just an accidental side quest.
The world slowed.
The rubble, the thunder, the roaring energies ——all faded into a muffled, distant hum.
Vyom, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, staggered to a stop.
There she stood.
No explosions.No flashy music.Just her.Alive. Breathing. Real.
Vyom's breath caught in his throat —his heart hammered so hard it almost broke through his chestplate.
A crack appeared on his black armor, tiny and spiderwebbed —like even his body couldn't contain what he was feeling.
He took a slow, reverent step forward —the legendary warrior, the living nightmare of battlefields —reduced to nothing more than a boy desperate to hold what he lost.
Another step.
And then—
SLAP—!!!
The sound echoed louder than the explosions before.
Vyom's head violently tilted sideways, an actual visible shockwave pulsing out.
CRACKKK—!!
His helmet straight-up fractured and shattered apart like glass, flying off in pieces.
He blinked.
The only expression he managed to make was pure, dumbfounded confusion.
She stood there, eyes wide and furious — tears brimming, fists trembling —her palm still raised from the blow.
"You absolute IDIOT!" she yelled, voice cracking, "You almost gave me a heart attack!!"
Vyom, broken helmet in one hand, stared at her like a kicked puppy.
"...I, uh..." he rasped, dazed, still trying to catch up mentally.
From the stands, Glitch broke into uncontrollable laughter, clutching his sides.
"BWHAHAHAHA!! Bro just conquered a battlefield... got clapped by love!!" he cackled."Peak MC behavior. Kyle who? Colosseum what??"
Vyom finally smiled — a real, raw, imperfect smile —and muttered the only thing that mattered:
"I'm home."
Vyom stood there, helmet cracked and shattered, still blinking like a lost dog.
She crossed her arms, tapping her foot furiously — the classic grumpy but heartbroken posture.
Her voice came out tight, shaking with a cocktail of rage and relief:
"You... you absolute... IDIOT...!"She punched his chest weakly, barely making a dent on his armor."You said you'd destroy the whole damn world if I so much as nodded!!"Another tiny punch."And THEN you disappear without even telling me you were gonna raid the Zyphorion HQ?!"Her voice cracked mid-sentence, tears brimming in her furious eyes.
Vyom opened his mouth.Closed it.Opened it again.Nothing came out.
He just looked guilty as hell — standing there, the strongest being in the arena, taking those little angry punches without even trying to block.
"And not even a message!" she went on, voice climbing higher, angrier."Not a 'I'm alive,' not a 'wait for me,' NOTHING!"Another weak punch.Another tiny stomp on his foot.
Glitch floated behind them like a living emoji 🤣, whispering loudly to no one:
"Bro destroyed kingdoms... couldn't destroy her expectations tho."
Vyom finally moved.
He slowly — very slowly — knelt down, lowering his forehead to her level, voice rough but soft:
"I'm sorry."
It wasn't dramatic.It wasn't flowery.It was just raw.
Because he knew.He knew he should've run to her the second the mission ended.Should've broken through walls if he had to.
Instead, he made her wait.And hurt her without even realizing.
She sniffled, wiped her eyes angrily with her sleeve, and mumbled:
"Stupid Vyom..."
Vyom chuckled under his breath, pure affection pouring out."...Yeah," he whispered, smiling crookedly. "I missed you too."
She gave him one last grumpy glare —and then launched herself into his chest, hugging him tight, refusing to let go.
Vyom froze for a heartbeat —then wrapped his arms around her so gently, as if he was afraid she might break.
Around them, the Colosseum — the broken earth, the shattered remains of the battle —stood still, like even reality was too polite to interrupt.
Vyom rested his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the stillness.
"My little rabbit," he whispered.
She immediately flicked his forehead hard with two fingers —a sharp pak! sound echoed out.
"Don't call me that," she said coldly, crossing her arms.
Vyom winced dramatically, pretending like he was dying."Fine... sorry, Ms. Thief?"
Her eyes narrowed even more, like she was about to actually murder him."Not even that," she snapped.
Vyom blinked, genuinely lost now.He tilted his head, confused like a puppy."But... what should I call you then?" he asked, dead serious."I don't even know your real name."
Before she could reply —
"Silence, enough of this disgusting romance!"Mavran's furious voice boomed across the field, shattering the moment.
Vyom casually turned halfway, ignoring him with practiced disrespect.
— DING!
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION - PRIVATE]
📢 New Target Identified: Mavran🥶 Status: Single Forever🧢 Reason: "Severe Case of No-Rizz Disorder. Fatal."
Vyom almost laughed out loud, but kept his face straight, just letting a tiny smirk curve up.
Meanwhile, Glitch was actually wheezing in the background:"Brova, he just got digitally roasted by the system 😂💀."
Vyom turned back to her — and this time, she didn't shy away.She looked him dead in the eye, unwavering, daring him to flinch.
She took a step forward, lips parting as the moment finally arrived.
"My name is—"
BOOM!
A wave of dark energy cracked the earth beneath them.Mavran hovered in the air, eyes glowing with arrogance.
"Reveal it after you defeat me, Vyom."
Silence.
Even Glitch stopped chewing his gum.
"...Bro is he for real?" he muttered.
Vyom's smile vanished — replaced by cold fury.
He turned, face unreadable, eyes glowing like dying stars.The entire sky dimmed under his killing intent.
Mavran smirked, already charging his aura.Vyom didn't speak. Didn't move.But the pressure—oh god—the pressure was unbearable.
Their auras exploded like colliding planets.
The ground cracked, trees ripped from their roots, and wind screamed between them.The others had to retreat just to breathe.
But then—
Vyom's eyes flicked sideways.She was still standing there — watching him.
A heartbeat passed.
His rage simmered down, not gone, but sealed. Controlled.
He inhaled.
"...Let's take this to the battlefield."
The old battlefield lit up with ancient glyphs as Mavran activated a stronger barrier — layers upon layers of magic woven like a divine net.There was no escape now. Just combat.
Both men walked to the center.
The dust swirled.
Then without a word, they started removing their gear.
Chestplates tossed.Armguards thrown.Only their combat pants remained.
This wasn't about weapons.Not magic.Just raw will and unfiltered dominance.
They faced each other under the blood-red sky.
Silence.
One of them — tone calm, heavy — said:
"Shall."
The other — firm, voice like a promise:
"We."
And together, like thunder from gods:
"Begin."
The barrier pulsed.
The ground cracked.
And the battle…Began.