The Battlefield Falls Silent The battlefield was consumed by an eerie stillness. Blood dripped steadily from the sword buried deep in Vitrious' chest. His body trembled, his golden eyes flickering with disbelief as blood spilled from his mouth onto Sang-Jaey's hands.
Sang-Jaey's eyes widened, his breath hitching. The sword in his grip suddenly felt like a foreign object, too heavy, too real.
His fingers twitched. His voice barely escaped his lips.
Sang-Jaey: "What… what have I done?"
He staggered back, his hands shaking, his entire body overcome with a cold dread. The sword slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the bloodstained ground.
A few steps away, Zoick stood frozen. His eyes darted between Vitrious' lifeless body and Sang-Jaey's trembling hands.
Zoick (muttering): "This… this can't be real."
The air around them still carried the lingering pressure of Sang-Jaey's monstrous aura, a force so overwhelming that the entire battlefield had nearly crumbled under its weight.
From a distance, Elvein remained paralyzed, her heart pounding.
Elvein (whispering): "Sang is… alive. But… what is he?"
Her mind raced, unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed. The man she loved, the one she had mourned, had returned—but the power he unleashed was something beyond human comprehension.
Across the world, people watching the battle through livestreams and broadcasts trembled in fear.
Some whispered in awe.
Some fell to their knees.
Some believed they had just witnessed the second coming of a god—or the awakening of something far more terrifying.
The Court's Urgent Meeting – An Unfathomable PowerFar beyond Earth, in the grand halls of the Court, an emergency assembly had been called. The colossal chamber, where the rulers of demons and monsters convened, was filled with an unnatural stillness.
The King of the Court stood at the center, his presence exuding dominance. Before him, high-ranking generals, monstrous warlords, and the Controller System's overseers awaited an explanation.
At the far end, reclining lazily on a throne of obsidian, was the Demon Lord. His armor gleamed under the flickering lights of the chamber, his sharp red eyes carrying amusement.
Demon Lord (mocking): "So? Has my soldier, Vitrious, crushed the humans yet? I knew he would. After all, some of your so-called 'warriors' do nothing but strut around while my forces get things done."
A smug smirk stretched across his face.
But in the next second—
BANG!
The King of the Courtslammed his fist onto the armrest of his throne, his voice shaking the entire chamber.
King of the Court (roaring): "SILENCE! Do you have any idea what has just happened?!"
The Demon Lord's smirk vanished. His fingers twitched ever so slightly, sensing the rage pouring from the King's presence.
Demon Lord (raising an eyebrow): "What's with all the fuss?"
The King's piercing gaze locked onto him, his voice colder than steel.
King of the Court: "Listen carefully, fool. Not long after your precious Vitrious reached Earth… something happened. A force so powerful erupted that it shook the very fabric of existence."
The chamber fell deathly silent.
The Controller System's screens flickered, displaying a recording of Earth—or rather, the moment an unfathomable aura burst forth from its surface.
The Demon Lord's eyes narrowed as he watched.
A pulse.
Then another.
Then—
A colossal surge of energy—vast, immeasurable—tore through the universe itself, stretching across space.
The walls of the Court itself had trembled when it appeared.
The King clenched his fists.
King of the Court: "That power… reached even here. Across dimensions. Across realms. And you think this is just 'fuss'?!"
The Demon Lord remained silent. For the first time, his eyes darkened, his fingers gripping his throne.
Then—
A new message arrived.
The holographic display flickered to life, revealing the weakened, gasping voice of Vitrious.
Vitrious (struggling to breathe):
"There is… a human… but he is not human… I don't understand… He should have died… I killed him. But then… his eyes… his eyes flickered… and his aura… swallowed me whole… I can't move… I can't breathe…"
A choking sound.
"His presence makes my blood run cold… I don't stand a chance… I—"
The message cut off.
For a full minute, the Court remained in absolute silence.
The Demon Lord exhaled slowly. His amusement had completely faded.
Demon Lord (whispering): "We have a problem."
The Underground Lab – Sang-Jaey's TransformationMeanwhile, deep underground, Zoick led Sang-Jaey into a secret laboratory.
The air was thick with tension as Dr. Kwan and Dr. Lee prepared for analysis.
Dr. Kwan: "You're back."
Dr. Lee: "Sang… what exactly are you?"
Sang-Jaey didn't answer.
The scientists began their work. Blood samples. Full-body scans. Energy readings.
Moments later—
Dr. Kwan's hands trembled.
Zoick: "What do you see?"
Dr. Kwan: "Sang's body… is changing. His blood is not just healing him—it's evolving. Adapting. His very being is becoming… something else."
Dr. Lee (whispering): "His existence is rewriting itself."
Zoick clenched his fists.
Zoick: "He's not just human anymore… is he?"
Sang-Jaey, staring at the test results, felt a pit form in his stomach.
Sang-Jaey (thinking): "What… am I?"
A Vision of the Past – The Throne of a Forgotten RulerThat night, Sang-Jaey's dreams were unlike any before.
He found himself standing in the middle of a battlefield.
Corpses. Fire. Ruin.
He could hear screams.
Then—he was no longer standing.
He was seated.
Upon a throne.
It was massive, carved from blackened bone and jagged obsidian.
Before him… hundreds knelt.
Not humans.
Demons. Monsters. Beings of unfathomable power.
They bowed in submission.
They bowed in fear.
His own hands, resting on the throne's arms, felt familiar. Too familiar.
Then—
The dream shifted.
The throne crumbled into dust.
The battlefield burned to ash.
The world was erased.
Sang-Jaey woke up, gasping for breath.
His body was drenched in sweat. His heart pounded violently.
Sang-Jaey (whispering): "What… was that?"
Far away, in the Court, the Demon Lord, the King, and the entire assembly of monsters sat in deep contemplation.
Each of them had the exact same question.
"Who is he?"
The answer was coming.
And none of them were ready.