Across the six mighty empires, stretched upon a single vast landmass, magic breathes through the world like air itself.
Here, power is everything.
Six empires rise—each born of ancient forces, molded by elemental dominions, and divided by their very nature. Though they share the same soil, they differ like night and day—each empire with its own pride, strength, and the kind of magic that defines its people.
In this world, magic is no legend.
It is the air they breathe, the fire that lights their homes, the water that sustains their souls, and the earth that cradles their lives.
Yet despite such grandeur, peace remains nothing more than a fragile dream.
Amid this world stands a boy—born without magic. From the very moment of his birth, his existence was branded a curse. The prophecy spoke of one who would bring darkness and destruction to the world. And so, the boy's life became a tale of fear and rejection.
But fate had other plans.
Through a single, fateful incident—through the bond he shared with his family, with his brother—something within him awakened. A spark. A power unlike any other. That moment became the first step on his journey.
Driven by questions of who he truly was, and by the mystery surrounding his father, the boy set out into the vast world. Along the way, he met companions—people who became more than friends. They became his family.
The boy who was once admired… the boy who inspired others to believe…
suddenly became the greatest threat to the world itself.
He was marked—the Red Marked One—the most wanted, most feared person in history.
But after years of struggle, loss, and truths long buried beneath lies…
the world finally began to understand.
And now, one last time, every hope rests upon him.
Imperial: "I will win this… because I am the chosen one."
Silence falls.
The scene shifts—
To the ruins of empires.
To the shattered lands of what was once the shining world.
The war still rages—Imperial against the Three Empires.
The final battle for everything has begun.
Seraphina: "Grass Magic: Forest of Elimination!"
Suddenly, the battlefield vanished.
The ground rumbled as colossal trees burst from beneath the earth, twisting and stretching toward the sky. Within moments, Imperial found himself surrounded by a dense forest — alive, breathing, and hostile.
From the trunks and branches, wooden limbs extended like monstrous hands, reaching for him — all under Seraphina's control.
Imperial narrowed his eyes, lightning flickering around his blades. He leapt high, spinning mid-air —
"Lightning Blade: Rotation Slash!"
Both blades whirled around him like twin storms, shredding the wooden hands apart as he lunged forward toward Seraphina.
But midway through his charge—
Two figures appeared before him in a flash of energy.
Celestia raised her hands, and torrents of water burst forth, spiraling into twin dragons that roared through the air, growing larger with every second.
Magnus stood behind her, a smirk on his face as cubes of light shimmered into existence around Imperial.
Imperial landed to dodge—but his foot touched one of the cubes.
Instantly, pain surged up his leg. The cube absorbed his foot, erasing flesh and bone as if it had never existed. Blood scattered across the roots.
Imperial gritted his teeth but didn't scream.
In a single motion, he tilted forward, balancing on one knee—
And slashed.
Twin arcs of lightning carved through the air, cleaving the two dragons cleanly in half.
He flipped backward as his right foot regenerated in a burst of crackling energy.
But there was no pause.
From behind, hundreds of branches and roots surged toward him like a tidal wave.
Imperial crossed his blades. Sparks flickered—then exploded outward.
A black sphere of energy expanded from him, engulfing the entire forest.
Within seconds, every tree — every vine — ignited in black lightning flames, burning the forest to ash.
High above, Magnus hovered with a gleaming cube in his hand. He hurled it downward.
Imperial's eyes flashed — he swung his dark blade.
The cube shattered—
But from his blind spots, two razor-sharp water blades sliced across his body.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Deep cuts split across his side and shoulder, crimson staining the charred ground below.
He barely caught his breath before all three enemies struck simultaneously.
Seraphina charged in, wielding a massive wooden hammer made of entwined roots.
Magnus conjured a sphere of condensed darkness between his palms.
Celestia unleashed a whipping water chain, coiling like a serpent.
All three attacks converged on Imperial—
And before he could dodge—
They hit.
The explosion that followed didn't just tear through the forest—it erupted in a blinding white light that swallowed everything.
The once-green forest burned away, reduced to smoldering ash beneath the glow.
Those watching from afar froze in disbelief.
That light… that overwhelming force—
They finally understood.
Joining this battle meant only one thing—certain death.
The blinding white light finally began to fade.
And when the brilliance vanished—
Everyone saw it.
The three Emperors stood with their weapons still pressed against Imperial.
He remained in the center—blood dripping down his body, unmoving, his eyes dim.
It looked as if he had fallen standing.
But—
The air trembled.
A dark circle spiraled open above them, its edges crackling with distorted lightning and shadows intertwining.
From within that void, a figure descended—calm, silent, and suffocatingly powerful.
It was… Imperial.
Gasps spread across the battlefield. Even the Emperors froze, disbelief painted across their faces.
The figure landed softly, the ground bending beneath his feet.
Time itself seemed to stop.
Magnus blinked—and in that instant, Imperial was behind him.
A single touch to his back—
BOOM!
The shockwave sent Magnus hurtling across the burning field, tearing through trees and stone like paper.
Imperial unsheathed his twin blades. The sheer release of magic from the draw repelled Seraphina and Celestia, hurling them backward.
Lightning and darkness swirled around him, distorting space itself.
They couldn't even react. He was too fast—beyond comprehension.
Then, with a motion of his right hand, Imperial closed his palm.
Instantly, the air collapsed inward—
A violent vacuum pulled the three Emperors back toward him.
And then—there were three Imperials.
One drove his hand through Magnus's chest—blood bursting like a scarlet flame.
The other two impaled Seraphina and Celestia with their blades, piercing through their defenses in a single instant.
From above, another black rift opened in the sky.
Out stepped yet another Imperial—his aura darker, heavier.
The Emperors, half-conscious and broken, looked up in terror and confusion.
They couldn't understand.
"How pathetic…" the Imperial above said, his voice cold and echoing.
"For beings called Emperors… to be annihilated by mere clones of mine… disappointing, isn't it?"
A chill swept through the battlefield.
Then—all at once—
Everyone felt it.
A surge.
A strange, ancient magic emanating from far away—
From the Pillar.
Imperial tilted his head toward it, eyes glinting with dark amusement.
"So… he's finally awakened," he whispered, smiling faintly.
The clones hurled the three Emperors to the ground and then dissolved, merging back into the original.
Imperial's lightning flared.
Darkness and light fused around him.
And in a single blinding flash—
He charged toward the Pillar.
Magnus lay on the broken ground, weak and bleeding. Slowly, he began to chant a spell.
The air shook. A wave of strong magic spread out in every direction.
Glowing lights covered Celestia, Seraphina, and Magnus.
Their wounds healed in seconds, their strength returned, and strange marks shined on their bodies.
In just one blink—they disappeared.
Flash!
They appeared behind Imperial, moving fast and in perfect sync.
Celestia sent out huge water chains, Seraphina's vines turned into sharp spikes, and Magnus formed dark cubes to trap Imperial.
Everything slowed down—
—until a bright light cut through the air.
Ari appeared.
Her eyes glowed as she clashed with Celestia, light blades against crashing waves. The air exploded in steam and light.
Dawn came next. Water surrounded her arms as she spun forward, crashing into Seraphina's vines and tearing them apart.
Then two shadows landed beside Imperial—
Gray and Tracey.
Gray swung his mirror blades, sending Magnus's dark attacks right back at him. Tracey, covered in beast energy, charged through the dark cubes and broke them apart.
The battlefield lit up—four against three—
The Pillar began to flash—
Blinding light burst through its cracks, spreading across the sky like veins of energy.
The air trembled.
It felt as though something… someone… was about to awaken.
Crack!
BOOM!
The Pillar shattered completely—
Stone fragments rained down, scattering across the broken ground.
A suffocating wave of magic filled the air.
It was so dense… even breathing became difficult.
From within the collapsing light, a figure emerged.
Not fully human—
But shaped like one.
His body was made of darkness itself, his skin charred black and covered in swirling smoke.
Each step he took scorched the earth, leaving deep cracks and burning trails wherever he walked.
Then, through the haze, another presence appeared—
Imperial.
He stood calmly, lightning flickering faintly around his eyes.
"I've been waiting for your revival," he said, voice steady but cold.
"And for this moment… to meet you again, Sruken."
For a long second, the figure said nothing.
Only the sound of the burning ground echoed between them.
Then, a low, rumbling voice replied—
"So… you awakened before me."
His dark eyes glowed faintly.
"And as always… you remain the clever one among us six brothers."
Imperial lifted his hand, his fingers curling in command.
The sky rumbled in response.
High above, the clouds split apart—
A blazing meteor ignited within the heavens, wrapped in crackling lightning and black flame.
It screamed through the sky, tearing the air itself as it descended straight toward Surken.
The ground trembled from its approach, the very atmosphere burning under its power.
But Sruken didn't move.
He stood calmly amid the dark smoke that clung to his body, his crimson eyes faintly glowing through the haze.
He let out a low, almost mocking laugh.
"Staying among these filthy humans… has your power truly weakened this much?"
His voice carried like thunder, cold and sharp.
"You think a mere rock from the sky can even touch me?"
As he finished, his gaze shifted upward.
Those two faint, blood-red eyes locked onto the falling meteor.
Then—
Something impossible happened.
The meteor began to dissolve midair, vanishing from bottom to top.
Its flames blinked out, its light consumed by nothingness—
And within seconds, it was simply gone.
Erased from existence.
As the last spark faded, only silence remained.
The sky itself seemed afraid to breathe.
Before Imperial could even process what had just happened—
Sruken appeared beneath him.
In the blink of an eye, the dark figure was already behind Imperial, his hand resting casually on Imperial's shoulder.
"Don't let your guard down…"
A low, cold whisper.
"…human body."
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted—far more violent than Magnus's dimensional cubes.
The blast tore through the land, twisting the terrain into shreds of burning debris.
Everything within hundreds of meters vanished into pure destruction.
Through the smoke, Imperial was thrown backward, skidding across the shattered ground.
He caught himself mid-slide, but blood dripped heavily from his shoulder, staining the soil beneath him.
"H-he… touched me…" Imperial muttered, disbelief flickering across his face.
"How…?"
The wound sizzled with residual dark energy, slowing his regeneration.
Even with his immense power, his body wasn't healing as fast as before.
Kurotsuki—his dark blade—fell from his left hand, clattering onto the fractured stone.
Sruken's gaze shifted toward it.
With deliberate calm, he reached down and picked the blade up.
The weapon pulsed violently in his grasp, the darkness around it twisting, as if recognizing the ancient being who held it.
Imperial clenched his jaw, forcing his body to recover.
dark magic crackled around his arm as new flesh began to form—
His left arm fully regenerated within seconds.
He rose slowly, eyes narrowing at Sruken.
The air between them distorted—
The clash of gods about to resume.
Scene Shift
Ari moved swiftly around Celestia, circling like a streak of light.
Celestia was gathering her water magic—an enormous dark-blue sphere forming above her, swirling with immense pressure.
Ari's eyes followed every motion, searching for an opening.
The moment she sensed Celestia about to release it—
Ari jumped high, her blade glowing pure white.
Ari: "Light Magic: Eternal Blade!"
But she was a second too late.
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted, shaking the ground.
However—Ari's slash cut through the blast itself.
The explosion split apart, divided by a single strike of light that tore the field open.
The land cracked and shattered, shockwaves pushing everyone watching far back.
Through the smoke, Ari stood—breathing hard, blood at the corner of her lips—but still standing firm against Celestia's power.
Ari: "Light Magic: Divine Arena — Absorb!"
The ground beneath her glowed with radiant runes.
Celestia's eyes widened—
She felt it. Her water magic was being drained, pulled away by shimmering light particles floating through the air.
Then Ari raised her sword high.
Ari: "Light Magic: Heavenly Fall!"
Columns of light burst from the sky, raining down like divine judgment.
Celestia: "Water Magic: Endless Fall of Aqua — Reverse!"
From the ground, massive geysers of water surged upward, clashing against the falling light.
The two forces collided—light and water, divine and fluid—neither yielding.
The ground trembled.
The sky itself split with energy.
Both mages poured everything they had left into their spells.
It became a test of will—of who could endure longer.
Ari: "I am a Light Magic user… chosen by the Gods themselves! I shall not accept defeat!"
Her voice echoed across the battlefield.
Then—her magic erupted.
Blinding light consumed the entire sky.
This was no ordinary magic—this was divine light, the purest power in existence.
The only known force that could rival darkness itself.
The columns of light overwhelmed the waves of water.
BOOM!
They crashed down upon Celestia like a thousand suns.
The earth shattered into vast fragments, smoke rising in every direction.
Celestia's magic broke apart.
She fell to her knees, drenched in blood, barely conscious—
her body trembling, yet her eyes still holding defiance.
The rain of light faded.
Silence.
Scene Shift
Far across the battlefield—
Dawn faced Seraphina.
Seraphina's vines lashed wildly, releasing poisonous threads that whipped through the air.
But Dawn—she wasn't the same anymore.
Her aura had changed.
Her once-blue water magic was now dark—tainted, powerful, alive.
Dark Water Magic.
Her iron staff floated beside her, moving as if it obeyed her thoughts alone.
With a single gesture of her finger, it shot forward—spinning rapidly like a spear.
It collided with the poison threads, slicing through them effortlessly, then curved midair—aiming straight for Seraphina.
But at the last instant—
Seraphina's body flickered—
She vanished!
The weapon pierced through her illusion—
a clone made of grass and poison that dissolved into mist.
Dawn's eyes narrowed.
Seraphina appeared, her steps light, her aura cold.
"Now you finally awakened it…" she said, smiling faintly. "The blood of the royal family of the Sruken Empire flows in you. Your ancestors and your village were once part of Sruken — you migrated from here, stealing some of our ancient books and history. That's why I destroyed your library and your scholars."
Her voice grew sharper.
"All the people turning into Hollowborn aren't just normal people. They're candidates — descendants of the Sruken Empire. Yes, even the Hale family truly belongs to Sruken. And now, Lord Sruken has returned. This world finally has its true ruler again. Anyone who stands against him will die. That's reason enough for me to kill you."
Dawn's eyes glimmered with calm anger. The iron rod floated beside her shoulder, spinning slowly like a guardian star.
"So you really think your Lord Sruken can win against Imperial?" she said. "You're wrong. The moment I met Imperial, I felt it — that power, that will to rule, that light that refuses to die. I always felt there was something in me connected to his magic, and now I finally understand it… my true magic."
Her voice grew cold, steady.
"And I'll use it to crush you."
The iron rod rotated faster, pulling the dark mist around it. A deep hum shook the ground as droplets of water began to rise from the air — but this was no normal water. It was thick, black, and cold like the void itself.
Dawn raised her hand.
"Dark Water Magic: Abyssal Requiem."
The entire ground darkened. The water beneath her feet rippled and spread out, forming a vast black circle. Then, from that circle, enormous spirals of shadowed water erupted upward, twisting into roaring waves that reached for the heavens. Each wave carried a quiet, crushing pressure — a silence that felt eternal.
Seraphina didn't flinch. Instead, she spread her arms. Her eyes glowed with crimson light.
"You're not the only one who awakened true power!"
Dark vines of poisoned light burst from beneath her feet, spreading like serpents. She clenched her fists and screamed—
"Crimson Curse: Bloom of Despair!"
The vines shot up, glowing with bloody energy. They clashed with Dawn's rising tides, hissing, burning through the dark water. Poison and black magic collided — the battlefield split in two.
The waves of darkness and the blooming red vines met in the air. A violent explosion followed, shaking the land. Half of the sky turned scarlet, the other half drowned in shadow. The collision was so strong that even the ground cracked open beneath them.
But Dawn didn't move. Her rod pulsed once — and the black waves grew stronger. The poison vines began to rot away, the red light fading under the pull of her abyssal current.
Dawn whispered softly,
"This ends here."
The iron rod spun one final time and shot forward like lightning, piercing through the air. It carried all the dark water with it, forming a massive spear made of flowing shadows.
The spear struck Seraphina's chest — not killing her, but slamming her backward through the wreckage. The impact sent shockwaves that silenced even the roaring wind.
When the mist cleared, Seraphina lay on one knee, her body trembling. Her clothes were torn, her arms bleeding, her face pale. Blood dripped from her lips as she tried to stand.
She looked up at Dawn, wide-eyed, her voice trembling.
"That… was the true power of… the abyss…?"
Dawn stood silently, her iron rod floating beside her, dark water dripping off it like ink. The battlefield around her was quiet — too quiet.
For the first time, Seraphina's expression showed something other than pride. It was fear — and wonder.
The battlefield trembled as the scene shifted.
Gray and Tracey stood side by side, facing Magnus.
Tracey glanced down at his hands.
A strange, chilling sensation crawled through his veins.
"What is this feeling…? My body feels different…"
Gray's calm voice broke the silence.
"You ready, Tracey?"
Tracey shook off the unease and nodded.
"Yeah. Let's do this, Gray."
He tried to transform—calling on his beast form—but nothing happened.
Confused, he muttered to himself,
"What's happening…? Why can't I transform?"
Before he could think further, Magnus moved.
"Dimension Magic: Dimensional Cube."
A transparent cube instantly surrounded Tracey, locking him in space.
But Gray reacted instantly — his eyes gleaming silver.
With a swift hand motion, he deflected the cube's formation.
"Where are you lost, Tracey?" Gray called out, smirking.
Tracey closed his eyes, feeling the strange energy pulsing inside him.
Then it clicked.
"Now I get it…"
He spread his arms.
"Beast Transformation — Wind Beast!"
A gust roared through the battlefield.
White clouds swirled around Tracey's body as he began to float slightly off the ground.
A chilling, divine wind emanated from him.
Gray laughed.
"I guess you just unlocked something new, buddy."
Magnus narrowed his eyes.
"Dimension Magic: Dimension Collision."
Two glowing spheres expanded before him — then crashed into each other, creating a collapsing field that pulled everything inward.
Gray and Tracey were caught in between.
But Tracey raised his hand, wind spiraling around his arm.
"Wind Beast Magic: Aero Dominion!"
All the air in the area gathered around him, forming a massive barrier of rotating wind.
With his command, the wind exploded outward, repelling the dimensional spheres and breaking Magnus's compression field.
Gray grinned.
"Your turn now, Tracey!"
"Reflection Magic!" Gray shouted, his mercury magic shimmering like mirrors in the air.
The combined power of reflection and wind overwhelmed Magnus's attack—
—but then Magnus absorbed the backlash, converting the energy into a cube floating in his palm.
He clenched his fist.
"Dimension Magic: Singularity Break!"
The cube shattered—
and from the fragments, beams of compressed dimensional energy shot forward, bouncing violently off the ground and walls.
Tracey and Gray stood their ground.
"Water Beast Form!" Tracey roared.
"Water Beast Magic: Blue Eclipse!"
"Mercury Magic: Shot No. 1 — Ricochet!" Gray followed.
A sphere of silver shot forward like a bullet, deflecting several of Magnus's beams.
At the same time, Tracey's Blue Eclipse formed — a glowing blue orb that split into dozens of smaller spheres, each intercepting the incoming dimensional rays.
Explosions filled the battlefield — flashes of silver and blue everywhere.
Neither side held back.
Gray whispered:
"Shot No. 2 — Scatter Rain."
A silver rain began to fall — every drop striking the ground and bouncing like steel bullets.
Each drop deflected Magnus's dimensional beams, bending their trajectories away from Tracey.
While Gray focused, Tracey continued pushing back.
"Let's end this, Gray. Then we'll regroup with Imperial."
Gray nodded.
Tracey smiled and took a deep breath.
Flames began to rise from his arms and shoulders — his aura shifting from blue to blazing red.
"Fire Beast Form…!"
"Fire Beast Magic: Crimson Genesis!"
A massive sun-like sphere ignited above Tracey, radiating unbearable heat.
Then, with a roar, the sphere shattered into dozens of smaller fiery orbs — each one blazing like a miniature star — and they all launched toward Magnus.
Magnus slammed both hands onto the ground.
"Dimension Magic: Perfect Cube!"
A giant cube formed around him, glowing with layered symbols.
The flaming spheres collided with it one after another—
the cube trembled under the relentless assault, but didn't crack.
Magnus smirked.
"There is no attack in this world that can pierce through my defense."
But then—
a faint crack echoed.
Time seemed to slow.
A hole appeared over Magnus's chest — a clean, perfect hole through his heart.
Blood dripped silently onto the shattered floor.
"W-What… how…?" Magnus whispered.
Gray lowered his hand, silver light fading from his finger.
"Shot No. 3 — Piercer."
He smiled faintly.
"You were marked the moment I used the rain. Remember? One drop landed beneath you — and became my bullet."
The cube shattered completely.
Magnus tried to regenerate, but his body was too slow — the dimensional field collapsing with him.
He fell to his knees, silent.
The battlefield was silent for a heartbeat.
Then, all four of them turned — eyes burning — toward Imperial.
His right arm was gone.
Blood trailed down his side, yet his lightning aura still sparked faintly around him.
They didn't hesitate.
Ari's blade blazed with radiant light.
Tracey's beast aura surged — wind swirling around his legs.
Dawn stood on her iron rod like a surfboard, waves of water pushing her forward.
Gray's twin blades shimmered silver, reflecting the broken sky.
Together, they rushed forward — four streaks of light and power, charging straight toward Sruken.
Imperial's eyes widened.
"No—!! Guys, wait!!"
Sruken turned his head slowly, golden eyes calm and merciless.
And in that single moment—he swung his blade.
A flash.
Then silence.
In Imperial's eyes, he saw it—
Gray, Ari, Tracey, and Dawn—each one cut clean in half, their bodies collapsing mid-charge.
The world went still.
Imperial's heart stopped.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!"
Lightning erupted violently from his body as his one remaining eye gleamed gold—
and time itself fractured.
The air reversed like a rewound storm—
blood flew back into bodies, blades reformed, screams rewound—
and suddenly, the four were once again rushing toward Sruken, alive.
Imperial slammed his hand to the ground.
Dark tendrils of energy surged upward—
and in an instant, the four vanished into his Dark Room, protected within a space beyond time.
Sruken's blade slashed again, but this time—
it struck only empty air.
He turned toward Imperial, amused.
"So… you have the Evereye as well."
"Interesting."
Imperial stood firm, panting, lightning flickering across his ruined arm.
Sruken tilted his head slightly.
"That ability… Time Reversal, isn't it?"
"A one-time power."
"I used it once—long ago—on Magnus. To make him seem dead."
"He was supposed to awaken at the worst moment… to ensure my victory against the Lightning God."
Sruken smirked faintly.
"But fate loves irony. The very magic I seeded in Magnus… is now used against me. How small the world truly is."
Imperial glared, summoning his friends back beside him.
A burst of dark lightning tore open the air, and Ari, Gray, Tracey, and Dawn reappeared behind him, alive but shaken.
"Guys…" Imperial said quietly, voice trembling.
"This man… he's on a completely different level. Stay back. I'll handle him."
Ari stepped forward, eyes glowing fiercely.
"No chance."
Her voice was steady, defiant.
"You've always fought for us, Imperial. You carried us, protected us, and stood alone every time. But this time—"
"We fight together. Even if we die… or even if we win…"
"We'll face it as one—because we're family."
Imperial froze.
Those words…
He'd said the same once—to Erika, to the others—when he swore to protect them like his own family.
For a moment, he felt that same warmth again.
Despite the blood, despite the ruin, he smiled.
"Alright then…" he said softly.
"But don't fall back."
Tracey grinned, cracking his knuckles.
"Not a chance."
Dawn spun her rod, a confident smirk forming.
Gray crossed his blades, eyes narrowing with resolve.
Ari raised her sword, light radiating around all of them.
And in that single breath—
they stood together, not as fighters, but as family—
ready to face Sruken
Imperial charged forward, his broken arm sparking with golden lightning, followed closely by Ari and the others.
The air screamed with energy. The battlefield shook as all five unleashed their power together.
Imperial's eyes blazed gold.
"Lightning Magic: Hexa Thunder Chain!"
He vanished, lightning flickering around him as he moved in a perfect hexagonal pattern around Sruken. Each step left behind a glowing sigil of thunder. In seconds, six golden points formed around the godlike figure — and then, electric chains shot out from each one, coiling around Sruken's body, crackling violently.
Ari lifted her radiant sword, eyes burning with determination.
"Light Magic: Horizontal Heavenly fall!"
From the heavens, blinding light beams descended horizontally, slicing through the air toward Sruken in layers of divine brilliance.
Dawn raised her iron rod, her aura shifting dark blue, eyes gleaming with focus.
"Dark Water Magic: Dark Leviathan Dragon!"
Water condensed into a massive serpentine beast, its scales shimmering with midnight energy. The dragon roared, charging forward, swallowing the light beams in its massive jaw as it hurtled toward Sruken.
Tracey landed beside them, flames spiraling from his arms, eyes glowing wild red.
"Fire Beast Magic: Flame hole!"
He spun forward, transforming into a fiery wheel of destruction, a burning ring of crimson heat surging toward Sruken's position.
Gray appeared behind Imperial, twin blades reflecting molten silver light.
"Mercury Magic: Shot III – Pierce!"
A sharp metallic projectile burst from his palm, spinning at supersonic speed toward Sruken's head.
The combined attacks — light, lightning, flame, water, and mercury — converged as one divine assault.
But Sruken… didn't even move.
He simply raised his hand.
The moment his palm opened, space distorted. All the attacks — lightning, light beams, the massive dragon, even the flaming wheel — froze midair. Then they bent inward, as though being pulled into a singularity.
A black sphere formed in Sruken's palm — calm, silent, absolute.
In an instant, everything was absorbed.
"What—?" Dawn gasped.
Imperial's eyes widened. "That's—"
Sruken's voice cut through the chaos, cold and measured.
"Dimensional Authority: Compression Seal."
The sphere pulsed once and vanished — along with all their attacks — teleported into another dimension entirely.
The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat.
Imperial clenched his blade tighter. "Then let's see if you can handle this…!"
He pulled sharply on the lightning chains, dragging Sruken toward him. Thunder erupted as the chains sparked violently, splitting the ground beneath them.
"Dark Magic: Dark Nebula!"
A vast black vortex expanded around Sruken, swallowing him in an abyss of lightning-infused darkness. The storm twisted reality, pulling in rubble, fire, and even stray magic particles.
For a second — it looked as if Sruken was being consumed.
Then came his voice, low and calm from within the void.
"Dark Magic: Absolute Nullification."
A cold shockwave rippled out.
The vortex shattered. The lightning faded. The black sphere dissolved into smoke.
When the dust cleared — Sruken stood untouched. Not even a scratch.
Imperial's eyes widened in disbelief.
"That… canceled even dark magic?"
Sruken looked at him — faint amusement in his eyes.
"Your darkness… is borrowed. Mine is born from the void itself. The moment you cast it, I erased it from existence."
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he slowly raised his sword again — a crimson glow spiraling around the blade.
"Now," he said softly, "shall I show you what true destruction looks like?"
Sruken lifted his hand.
The air around him warped — space itself trembling as something began to take form upon his palm.
"Dimensional Magic: Bloom of the Void."
From his hand, a black flower bud emerged — small at first, its petals shimmering with a strange purple light.
But the aura it gave off was unbearable — crushing, infinite, suffocating.
Even before it opened, the ground beneath him cracked and lifted, as if rejecting its presence.
Reality itself bent around the flower.
Ari's breath caught in her throat.
"Imperial… this magic—"
"I know," he said, eyes narrowing, lightning crackling around him. "It's coming."
Before the flower could bloom, Imperial vanished in a burst of golden lightning — reappearing behind Sruken in a flash of sparks.
He raised his hand.
"Dark Magic: Dark Room!"
A sphere of pure void expanded instantly, aiming to engulf Sruken and seal him inside.
But Sruken merely raised a finger. His tone calm, almost pitying.
"Absolute Nullification."
The black dome shattered like fragile glass before it even touched him — erased from existence.
And then—
The flower bloomed.
The petals unfurled one by one, each glowing with radiant darkness. Waves of dimensional energy spread outward, folding space like a paper sheet.
Every element — flame, water, light — was pulled toward it, absorbed by its endless gravity.
Imperial gritted his teeth. "No—! It's too dense now!"
Sruken's eyes glowed crimson. "Witness the birth of void."
The final petal opened, and the air howled — a perfect silence in the middle of chaos.
But just before it could collapse—
Ari moved.
Her entire body glowed, her blade burning with divine brilliance. Her voice echoed, filled with fierce resolve.
"Light magic — Eternal Blade!"
In a single motion, she flashed across the battlefield — a streak of pure light — and slashed through the flower before it could fully detonate.
The world went white for a heartbeat.
Then — silence.
The black flower split apart, its core fading. Dark petals drifted gently down, glowing faintly as they touched the ground — like dying stars falling from the heavens.
Ari landed beside Imperial, panting, light fading from her blade.
Sruken's eyes gleamed with a cold, twisted amusement.
"A light user with the Eternal Blade ability…" he murmured, a faint grin curling across his face. "This will be a difficult battle for me… but interesting."
He lifted both hands slowly — and at once, the air trembled.
Waves of dark energy began to spiral violently around him, thick enough to distort the very space nearby. The ground cracked, trembling under the gravitational pull of his magic.
From afar, Magnus, Celestia, and Seraphina's bodies — weakened and barely stable after their earlier fights — began to disintegrate into particles of darkness, their essences drawn back into Sruken like rivers returning to the ocean.
His skin darkened and shimmered, the smoky mass of shadow now solidifying into a humanoid form — muscle and texture forming beneath that abyssal layer. His eyes burned like twin voids of collapsing stars.
Sruken exhaled slowly.
"This isn't even my full strength," he said, voice echoing like two layered tones of existence. "But it will be more than enough… to kill the two of you."
He gripped his dark blade tighter. The weapon pulsed, a spine-chilling vibration spreading through the battlefield.
Then—
BOOM.
A sudden wave of dark pressure erupted outward. The sheer force of it was suffocating — a gravitational storm of magic that crushed the air itself.
Everyone around — Gray, Dawn, and Tracey — were thrown to the ground, unable to resist the invisible weight pressing down on them.
Tracey gritted his teeth, his beast aura flaring but instantly crushed.
"My body… it's so heavy…!" he gasped, struggling even to lift a finger.
Cracks spread beneath their feet as the battlefield bent under the strain of Sruken's oppressive presence.
Only Imperial and Ari remained standing — barely.
Their knees trembled, lightning sparking around Imperial's arms as he forced himself upright. Ari's light flickered in and out, her aura straining against the crushing dark energy.
Sruken's body glowed with pure darkness, the air around him bending as if space itself feared him. His dark blade hummed — a low, deep sound that made the earth tremble.
Imperial stood beside Ari.
His lightning flickered wildly across his armor, his eyes burning with fury. "Ari," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos, "we'll end this together."
Ari nodded, holding her radiant blade tightly. "Yes… together."
Sruken moved first.
He vanished — a streak of shadow.
But Imperial was faster — his Lightning Magic: Flash Step split the air with thunder.
CLANG!
Their blades met. Sparks and shadows exploded outward as lightning and darkness collided. Each swing of Sruken's sword carried enough power to crush mountains, yet Imperial blocked — sparks dancing from Raiktsu, his lightning blade.
From the side, Ari dashed in, her blade glowing white-gold.
"Light Magic: Celestial Cross!"
Two beams of light cut across Sruken from both sides — a radiant 'X' slashing through the darkness.
But Sruken raised one hand, smirking. "Dimensional Magic: Warp Bloom."
A black flower bloomed in the air, and the light vanished into it — completely absorbed.
Imperial appeared behind Sruken, his blade glowing with both lightning and darkness.
"Dual Magic: Thunder Eclipse!"
The strike hit — a lightning-black flash cutting through Sruken's back.
Sruken stumbled, his dark coat ripping apart. But before Imperial could follow up, Sruken spun, his blade coated in void energy.
CLASH! CLASH! CLANG!
The battlefield became a storm of slashes — lightning trails, white light arcs, and black cuts filling the air. Each strike bent the ground and split the sky.
Ari joined again, her wings of light spreading behind her.
"light magic — Luminous Descent!"
She slashed downward, her blade cutting through Sruken's guard. A bright flash exploded, sending Sruken sliding back, smoke rising from his armor.
Sruken laughed softly, dark energy swirling around him. "Impressive… but it's not enough."
He lifted his hand.
"Dimensional Magic: Abyssal Collapse."
The sky tore open — a hole of darkness spinning like a black sun. Gravity pulled everything downward — rocks, trees, even the air itself.
Imperial shouted, "Ari! Stay close!"
He thrust his hand forward, lightning bursting out and wrapping around her waist — anchoring her in place.
Both of them pushed forward against the storm.
Imperial's lightning tore apart chunks of falling debris, while Ari's light cut through the endless dark wind.
They reached Sruken again — together.
"Combined Magic — Celestial Storm!"
Light and lightning fused, turning into a storm of golden thunder. The attack hit Sruken directly — blasting him backward through the ruins, shattering the ground and walls.
For a moment, the battlefield was silent.
Then, Sruken's laughter echoed again — low and hollow.
"Beautiful… truly beautiful…"
He stepped out from the smoke, his clothes torn, his blade cracked but still glowing dark.
Then, his aura flared — ten times stronger.
The shockwave crushed everything nearby.
Gray, Dawn, and Tracey — already on the ground — could barely breathe.
Even Ari and Imperial staggered, feeling the air getting heavier.
Sruken vanished again.
Imperial barely raised his sword — CLANG! Sruken's slash came from above. Another from the side. Another from behind.
Ari rushed in, deflecting one strike with her light blade. But Sruken's speed kept increasing, his darkness multiplying into shadows attacking from every direction.
She blocked three strikes — the fourth one cut across her side.
Ari gasped, light scattering from her wound as blood dripped down her dress.
"Ari!" Imperial shouted.
She tried to stay up — her light flickering weakly — but the pressure grew unbearable.
Sruken's magic surrounded her, pushing her to her knees. Her blade dimmed, and finally, she fell — unconscious, fading into dust.
Imperial caught her before she hit the ground. He laid her gently aside, his expression turning cold — deadly calm.
He stood, gripping both blades — Raiktsu in one hand, Kurotsuki in the other.
Lightning and darkness danced together around him.
"Now," he said quietly, staring at Sruken through the chaos,
"It's just you and me."
Sruken grinned, raising his blade, the void swirling behind him like a living storm.
"Perfect."
The two charged — lightning and darkness colliding — as the final duel began.
Now it seems…I'll have to use it," Imperial said quietly.
His voice was calm — but beneath it, the storm was alive. His eyes burned gold and violet, lightning and darkness swirling within them.
"Because as long as I'm still breathing…"
He raised both blades, Raiktsu crackling and Kurotsuki whispering with void energy.
"…I will defeat you."
He took a deep breath — the ground trembling beneath his feet.
"Lightning Blade Magic: Raiktsu — Last Resonance."
"Dark Magic: Complete Annihilation."
The two powers exploded together.
Lightning tore through the blackened sky, and darkness spiraled from his body, fusing into the thunder. The world around him distorted — colors vanishing, sound fading.
Even the air seemed to scream.
Imperial's form began to change — his armor splitting with radiant cracks, pure lightning burning beneath, and dark runes carving into his skin.
Half his body glowed golden; the other half bled shadows. It was as if two existences — light and void — were being forced into one fragile vessel.
Sruken's eyes widened, his usual calm cracking for the first time.
"What…! That form… the same technique he used against me in the past…"
He took a step back, his grip tightening on his blade.
"No… this time it's different. It's stronger — combined with dark magic too…"
The ground split apart between them, lightning veins spreading in every direction.
Imperial lifted his gaze — half divine, half demonic — and said in a voice that shook the battlefield,
"This is my final storm, Sruken."
Sruken smirked through his unease, raising his blade.
"Then come, show me the storm that dares to erase the dark."
Imperial raised Raiktsu, its edge glowing blue and black.
Sruken lifted his void-forged blade, dark light twisting around it like smoke.
Their eyes locked — two gods sharing the same destiny.
CLANG!
The first strike shattered the silence.
Lightning met void — a collision so powerful it split the sky.
The heavens screamed as thunder ripped through the horizon.
They moved faster than vision could follow.
One slash — a continent split.
Another parry — mountains crumbled in the distance.
Each swing carried the force to erase creation itself.
Sruken slashed horizontally; Imperial bent backward, sparks of blue lightning flashing across his armor.
The void edge grazed him — his shoulder burst open, blood evaporating instantly.
But before even a drop could fall, his body regenerated, the wound closing in less than a heartbeat.
Sruken's eyes narrowed. "He's healing faster than my blade can cut…"
Imperial vanished. A flash of gold — behind Sruken.
"Lightning magic: Chrono Break!"
Time itself shattered — and Sruken barely blocked, the impact sending shockwaves for miles.
"Dimensional Counter: Black Fracture!"
Sruken swung upward, splitting space.
The cut sliced through Imperial's side — half his torso disintegrating —
but in an instant, lightning surged, and his form reassembled, stronger, brighter.
Imperial's voice echoed through the thunder.
"As long as lightning moves… I live."
The duel transcended battle.
They weren't fighting — they were rewriting the world.
Each strike bent reality; every clash erased sound.
Sruken created Dimensional Void Spheres, spinning blades of nothingness around him.
Imperial broke through them with raw lightning, shattering dimensions like fragile glass.
The sky bled black. The earth shone gold.
At one moment, both clashed in midair —
Their swords locked, inches from each other's faces.
Lightning burned through Sruken's arm; Void energy melted Imperial's armor.
Neither stepped back. Neither blinked.
Sruken smirked. "You've reached godhood, Human… but at what cost?"
Imperial's eyes glowed — one bright gold, one abyssal black.
"My life… for everyone else's."
They broke apart — both panting, both gods bleeding light.
Then the storm changed.
Imperial gathered lightning into his blade —
thousands of bolts spiraling into Raiktsu's edge until it glowed like a miniature sun.
At the same time, Sruken extended his hand —
void petals swirling, merging into one massive dark bloom above him.
The world itself began to split apart from the pressure.
Imperial whispered:
"Final Resonance: Heaven's End."
Sruken answered, voice like an echo from the abyss:
"Dimensional Void Art: Bloom of Oblivion."
They charged.
Lightning and darkness fused midair —
one shining to preserve, the other to erase.
The impact didn't create an explosion — it created silence.
For a moment, the universe forgot how to exist.
Then — everything broke.
A storm of blue and black devoured the sky.
The earth folded, oceans reversed, and all creation trembled.
When the light faded —
nothing but ash and fading echoes remained.
A cracked blade fell to the ground — Raiktsu, split in two.
A single dark petal drifted beside it.
In the stillness stood two silhouettes —
one kneeling, one barely standing.
Sruken's body dissolved into shadows, whispering,
"…Heaven's…End… indeed…"
Imperial fell to one knee, lightning flickering weakly from his broken armor.
His wounds glowed faintly — trying to heal — but fading.
He looked toward the sky, now a blend of gold and black clouds, and smiled softly.
"…It's over… right?"
Then — silence.
Suddenly, the crushing pressure that had forced everyone to the ground began to fade. One by one, they managed to stand—barely breathing, bodies trembling.
Across the battlefield, Sruken also rose slowly, his single dark wing spreading wide as if to claim the world itself.
He smiled faintly.
"A nice battle, human… For a mortal, you've done truly well."
His smile vanished.
"But now… you'll die."
He raised his right hand. Darkness spiraled violently around him.
"Dimension Magic: Wormhole — Absorb!"
A swirling black hole opened before him, pulling everything toward its center. Imperial's body was dragged by the force, his feet sliding across the broken ground.
But from far behind—
A faint voice broke through the roar of destruction.
Ari, covered in blood, barely standing, lifted her glowing blade. Tears ran down her face, mixing with the dirt.
"Light Magic: Eternal Blade!"
A beam of pure light cut through the darkness. The wormhole shattered apart, and the blast tore through Sruken's shoulder. His sword fell, his right arm severed.
Sruken turned in disbelief—
Imperial was no longer there.
He looked up.
Imperial stood above him, surrounded by lightning and dark energy intertwining like twin storms. His eyes burned with a calm, divine resolve.
"Lightning Magic: Life Rewritten — Seal!"
The same legendary spell once used by the Lightning God Voltaris.
Sruken's eyes widened.
"No… not again—"
The world turned white.
The light devoured the ruins of the fallen empire, swallowing everything in a divine storm.
When it faded, silence followed.
Sruken was gone—erased from existence once more.
Imperial sat by the same ancient pillar from which Sruken had first appeared, his body bleeding, glowing faintly with light.
In his mind, a familiar voice spoke.
Voltaris: "You finally did it… Imperial."
Imperial: "Yeah… barely. Almost half dead, but without your guidance, I couldn't have done it. Thank you… for saving everyone."
Voltaris: "It was my duty—one my father passed to me. But now, as I told you before, there are two paths before you. One where you stay… guiding this world through the dangers yet to come…"
Voltaris's voice faded before finishing the second option.
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Ari, Tracey, Gray, Dawn, and the others ran toward Imperial.
Members of BladeHex, the CA Alliance, Erika, Zeran, Magnus, and the rest—all gathered around him, their faces filled with relief and sorrow.
Ari knelt beside him and wrapped her arms around his fading body.
"Imperial…"
He smiled softly.
But his body began to turn into pure white light.
Everyone froze.
Ari: "What's happening…?! Why are you disappearing?"
Imperial's voice echoed faintly, both calm and in his mind.
"This… is the second path."
"I'll sacrifice myself—exchange my life for the world's safety. This spell will erase me completely from existence. No one will remember I ever lived…The one who died in my journey by me or anyhow related to me will be revived again in the rewritten world .. except the evil souls one which make everyone live on peacefully."
He closed his eyes.
"Lightning Creation Magic: Eternal Life Exchange."
The air shimmered. His body turned brighter, scattering into millions of tiny sparks that floated into the sky.
"I cast it… and now I'll be erased from this world."
"The same world I loved."
"Now I can finally rest ."
His vision blurred—faces fading into white.
Ari's voice echoed in the emptiness.
"Please… don't leave… please!"
Her cries echoed, but Imperial could no longer see her face.
"Where am I…?"
"Why does everything feel so light… so peaceful?"
"Why does this feel like the end of something important?"
Then he smiled faintly in the fading light.
"Oh… now I understand."
"The dream… it finally ends."
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[10 Years later after that incident ]
[Interior – Solaria Empire Headquarters, Grand Hall]
A man in a dark coat stands in the center of a vast hall, reporting quietly to another officer.
Suddenly, two children — a boy and a girl — come running toward him from across the corridor.
Behind them, a woman in a white coat walks briskly. The letters "CA" are printed across her back.
The little girl rushes forward and hugs the man tightly.
"Daddy!" she says, smiling up at him.
The man gently places his hand on her head.
"Yes, my princess?"
The boy steps closer. "Dad, what did you do in this mission? Tell us!"
Before the man can answer, another officer standing nearby chuckles.
"How are you, Dray?" he asks kindly.
Dray grins. "Hello, Uncle Ren!"
"Hello, little Welhawk," Ren replies with a warm smile.
Just then, several more people enter from the other side of the hall — familiar faces.
Jack calls out, laughing, "Hey, Gray! We heard you've been buried in back-to-back missions. Haven't been giving Dawn or your kids much time lately, huh?"
Silver nudges him. "Don't tease him, Jack."
Everyone laughs.
Dawn, still in her white CA coat, steps beside Gray. "So… did the mission go well?"
Gray exhales and smiles softly. "Yeah. It was a rough one… but after seeing you, Dray, and Dayra, I'd say it's all worth it."
Ren folds his arms. "Gray, you should go. Take Dawn and the kids out. I'll handle the full report myself."
Gray pats his friend's shoulder. "Thanks, buddy."
[Scene Shift – Peaceful Village, Near the Valley]
Tracey runs across the grassy path, chasing a laughing little boy.
"Leo! Come back here!"
A woman's voice calls from a small house nearby, "Honey, quiet down! Bring Leo — his food's getting cold!"
Tracey groans. "Man… this kid has endless energy!"
He raises his hand. "Re-Ro — Summon!"
Two beast familiars appear beside him in flashes of light.
The moment Leo sees them, his eyes brighten. He giggles and runs toward the beasts, patting one of their heads.
The beasts nuzzle him gently, like old friends.
Tracey finally catches up, lifting Leo into his arms.
"Now you're in my summoning zone, my cute beast," he says playfully. "Come on, let's eat the meal Mom prepared — or we'll both get scolded."
[Scene Shift – Central Empire, Alden Mansion]
"Cyrus!" a woman's voice echoes through the mansion halls. "Hurry up! Today's a special day for your son, and you're running late!"
A tall man in a royal coat descends the stairs. Beside him walks Lyra, dressed elegantly in shades of blue and silver.
[Scene Shift – Royal Palace of Voltaris Empire]
Trumpets echo through the grand chamber.
"From this day forward," the announcer declares, "the new Emperor of the Voltaris Empire — Ray Alden!"
The man in the blue-embroidered coat walks forward, receiving the crown.
Cyrus and Lyra watch proudly from the side.
Moments later, Emperor Ray steps out onto the palace balcony and waves to the roaring crowd gathered below.
The people cheer, banners fluttering under the golden sky.
[Scene Shift – Pyronis Empire, Night]
The camera pans over crimson towers and lava-lit spires.
Inside a grand throne room, Ari sits upon the royal seat, her gaze calm yet heavy.
A royal guard enters and bows.
"Lady Ari, Lord Varex and Lady Luna await you for the royal dinner."
Ari rises gracefully. "Alright, I'm coming."
Just then, a young girl runs up to her.
"Mommy!"
Ari smiles, kneeling to her. "Luna… were you missing me that much?"
Luna hugs her tightly. "Daddy's waiting! Let's go for dinner!"
Ari takes her daughter's hand, and together they walk out of the hall.
[Scene Shift – Balcony Overlooking the Pyronis Capital]
Varex stands at the edge of a balcony, his dark coat rippling in the night wind. Behind him, a table is set for dinner — candles flickering softly.
He murmurs to himself, staring into the distance:
"The wait is finally over… No god rules the realms anymore. The lightning god is dead, the barrier shattered. The demon gates are open… and soon, demons will rule all three realms.
With the blood and power of Luna — the child of Light and demon magic— I will rise above all… I will become the true ruler."
A gentle voice interrupts him.
"Varex? Is the sky that beautiful tonight?"
He turns. Ari and Luna stand behind him, smiling.
"Yes," he replies softly. "But not more beautiful than my two girls."
He smiles faintly, walking toward them.
"Come on," he says, "let's have dinner."
[Distant Ruins, Unknown Land]
The scene fades into darkness.
Broken buildings stand under a blood-red sky.
Dark fog seeps from every crack.
Footsteps echo.
From the shadows, demons begin to march — countless, silent, and waiting.
The camera slowly pans upward to a burning emblem in the sky — the mark of the Demon Realm, glowing once again.
Fade to black.
[The End]