That night was nothing but a mirror of war…
The sky was heavy, starless,
as if it had shut its eyes, unwilling to witness what unfolded below.
The wind did not blow—it howled.
Its wail carried echoes of blades
and the moans of soil torn by spells.
Every speck of dust in the air bore the trace of battle,
and every shadow stretched across the ground felt like a slain phantom that refused to leave.
The air was thick with ash and blood,
and silence—if it existed—was only waiting for the next explosion.
In the heart of this grim tableau,
Kyle stood, body like a piece of the earth,
his eyes blazing with the resolve only held by one who has chosen not to return except victorious… or buried.
Opposite him stood Ostar, with a coolness born of pleasure,
as if battle was his usual rite—no different than sipping poison with a crooked smile.
Kyle (his voice like gravel, rough and unwavering):
"I swore I'd bury you here… you will not leave this ground alive."
Ostar, trailing a finger along his blade, chuckled:
"The earth doesn't swallow its sons, boy… it only turns against fools."
Kyle lunged—
his steps were miniature quakes,
each blow of his fists summoned bursts of soil,
every movement reshaped the ground beneath him.
Ostar blocked the first strikes,
but he hadn't expected Kyle's rising speed—
nor that the very rocks he thought dormant
would attack him from behind like fanged beasts.
He was forced to retreat…
and for the first time since the fight began, his balance slipped.
---
At that same moment—
Between scattered echoes of battle and bursts of magic, Riven and Mia ran breathlessly through the dense forest.
Their breaths were sharp as heartbeats on the verge of collapse, their feet chasing the ground like it whispered secrets of survival.
Darkness surrounded them, heavy and watchful,
but moonlight filtered gently through the trees, tracing a hidden path toward safety.
After minutes of exhausting sprinting, the ancient cave gate emerged between the rocks—
a deep, shadowy mouth surrounded by old magical carvings,
glowing faintly blue, pulsing with some mysterious life.
Riven and Mia stopped before the gate,
feeling the gravity of the moment… and the danger waiting beyond.
Suddenly, from within the heavy shadows, a tall man appeared,
carrying the authority of darkness in every motion.
His black hair flowed like midnight waves,
his eyes burned with a formidable glow, radiating undeniable power.
He wore a long, dark cloak, hiding a secret behind its folds,
and a cold smile curled on his lips—
the smile of deadly confidence.
He approached them with calm but decisive steps,
his voice low and saturated with challenge:
"So here you are… I didn't expect you'd be this brave."
Riven stood firm,
while Mia sent a sharp, cautious gaze forward, saying:
"That's Kai—one of Azareem.
A man who fears no battle,
whose strength is tested only by unwavering will."
Kai stood facing them,
his gaze laced with the mystery of power and the gravity of an enemy,
yet Mia did not flinch,
watching him with eyes that knew him well.
Inside her heart pulsed a feeling that refused hesitation.
She knew him more than anyone—
his moves, his weaknesses—
and so she chose confrontation.
She looked to Riven and said with absolute conviction:
"I'll fight him… because I know him better than you do."
Riven replied, his voice low:
"B–but!"
Mia snapped with urgency:
"Just go."
Riven, voice steady with resolve:
"I'll go… but make sure you come back.
I won't lose another friend again."
Mia smiled faintly, then turned to face Kai.
Riven glanced back once, then continued toward his friends, carrying with him a heart full of hope—and belief that Mia could face whatever awaited her.
Kai looked at Mia with a mixture of surprise and mockery, his voice icy:
"So bold… after I cared for you, now you stand against me?"
Mia's eyes gleamed with rage as she snapped:
"Cared for me? You call that care?"
Her gaze fractured.
Kai's words had woken something deep inside.
Suddenly, the memory surfaced—
A small girl, barely lifting her head from the ground, sitting in a cold room with no windows and no warmth.
Kai stood across the space, watching in silence.
Then he tossed a piece of bread and a cup of water toward her, as one might feed a wounded beast.
Her voice back then was barely a whisper:
"May I go outside… just to see the light?"
But Kai didn't answer.
He turned his back and left—as though the question was never asked.
Then another flash—
Training so brutal her hands swelled.
One mistake earned a slap.
Success earned nothing.
Care?
It had been a chain wrapped in cold phrases—devoid of tenderness.
Mia returned to the present, but the flame in her eyes had not dimmed.
The memory still raged inside her—her body trembling with fury.
She stepped toward Kai, her voice low but slicing through the silence like a sword:
"I haven't forgotten… how you killed him."
Her eyes locked onto Kai's with unwavering clarity:
"I haven't forgotten how Uobi died in front of me…
And today, I'll make sure his name is avenged."
A silence fell—
but it wasn't peace.
It was the eye of the storm.
With her final word, a fiery orange glow engulfed Mia's body.
The ground beneath her feet warmed.
The air itself began to shimmer with hidden flame.
She opened her right palm and spoke a spell, her voice quiet but thunderous in Kai's heart:
"Let flame rise from where it was buried…
You, fire of fury—awaken!"
A fireball ignited in her hand, pulsing like a heart beating in anger.
She hurled it at Kai—swift and fierce.
Kai raised his hand, conjuring a translucent magical shield.
But the fire slammed into it with force,
and the heat pushed him back a half step.
For the first time—his expression shifted.
"You've become… irritating," he muttered, his composure shaken.
But Mia was not done.
Her steps drew a small circle around him, her voice rising into a new incantation:
"Burn as I burned…
Advance as everything around me fell…
Let the gates of Karmora open!"
Twisting pillars of flame erupted from the ground, surrounding Kai from all directions.
They slithered like serpents of living fire,
each one hissing as it closed in.
Kai's expression changed.
He realized:
She was no longer the child he once ignored.
The flames spun around him, pressing from every side.
Sweat poured down his forehead.
The magic he once wielded with ease—now faltered beneath her inferno.
Mia did not retreat.
Her eyes were sharp, unblinking, her energy rising.
Every passing moment ignited her deeper—fueled by a past that now carried her to a point of no return.
She raised both hands to the sky.
The air filled with flickering sparks, like stars on the brink of eruption.
Her final spell rang out:
"Fire of the soul—finish what you began!"
Her palms dropped.
And fire descended in a single column from the heavens—
swallowing Kai in crimson flame too thick to see through.
Smoke covered the place.
The forest held its breath.
Then her voice rang out from within the blaze—
steady, sharp, final as the edge of a blade:
"You underestimated me…
You underestimated the daughter of Moraliska.
That was your fate."
Dust was still rising around Kyle and Ostar,
the echoes of spells ringing in the sky,
and the ground beneath their feet shifting with every surge of magic.
Kyle stood firm, breathing heavily, yet his eyes burned with certainty.
Ostar watched his opponent with a fractured smile—
as if his confidence had begun to crack in the face of this relentless boy.
Kyle raised his right hand—
the earth trembled beneath Ostar.
Sharp stone blades erupted from the soil,
rushing toward him with such speed that Ostar was forced to retreat.
Then Kyle leapt, spun mid-air,
and slammed the ground with his foot—
releasing a massive wave of earth charged with fiery sparks.
Ostar staggered back, lips curled with annoyance.
Kyle (mocking):
"Didn't expect the upper hand to be mine, huh?"
---
Meanwhile…
On the other side of the battlefield,
Leora stood exhausted, breaths ragged,
her body bruised and clothes torn from chaotic combat.
Eva was in front of her, no less weary—yet her gaze remained arrogant,
trying to mask her fatigue with icy superiority.
Eva lunged, striking Leora hard in the side.
Leora screamed and collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath.
But suddenly—
a voice pierced the sky, echoing from atop the hill:
"Leooooraaa!"
Blood froze.
Leora closed her eyes—her lips trembled.
That voice… she could never mistake it.
"Riiiiven?!"
She cried his name—her heart pounding anew,
as if his spirit called to her from beyond, pulling her from pain.
She stood.
Fatigue evaporated.
Bruises fell away.
Her desire to fight—her will to endure—reignited at the sound of Riven's call.
She charged at Eva again,
striking with a rapid, focused flurry that forced Eva back a full meter.
Then Leora stood firm,
raised her magical bow with trembling hands,
and drew its string—
forming a blazing red plasma arrow between her fingers.
"This is for everyone who died because of you."
She fired.
The arrow shot like lightning,
piercing Eva's shoulder.
Eva screamed—pain and rage fused in her cry,
hunched over and clutching the wound.
Eva (fierce and furious):
"You bitch… I'll kill you!"
Leora (voice cold as a blade):
"Don't waste your breath."
---
Amid rising dust and crackling sparks,
Kyle stood his ground, the earth dancing beneath his feet.
His breath was hot, his chest rising and falling from the intensity of battle.
Suddenly—
Ostar lifted his head slightly, his eyes lighting with provocative surprise:
"That voice…"
A wicked smile crept across his face:
"That bastard escaped… but no matter."
He turned to Kyle, voice dripping with malice:
"I still have him."
Despite his exhaustion, Kyle laughed mockingly, tightening his fist:
"You finally showed up, idiot… late as always."
Ostar looked at him with contempt, raising an eyebrow:
"Looks like the real fun… begins now."
He raised his right hand, chanting a spell in a dark tongue—
the air tore like threads of smoke.
A magical circle formed before him,
opening like a distorted mirror…
And from it—
Riven appeared.
His body—just a glowing specter,
standing before Ostar like a prisoner of illusion.
He looked pale, but upright—
light slowly kindling within him.
Ostar (with cruel mockery):
"See? Just one step… and I'll rip him apart before your eyes."
Kyle stepped forward, his fist trembling.
He was trying to steady his breath… to keep from breaking.
But suddenly—
Riven shouted, voice booming with rage:
"Don't worry about me! Just finish him!
He can't hurt me… not a weakling like that!"
Kyle froze for a moment… then snapped:
"Are you an idiot?!"
His eyes burned with concern as he added sharply,
"There's someone waiting for you, you vain idiot!"
He raised his voice suddenly, cutting through the battlefield:
"Don't make Leora suffer more than she already has…
you bastard!"
It was as if those words pierced Riven's heart—
stirring something that had long been asleep.
His eyes began to gleam.
A single tear, unstoppable, slid quietly down his cheek.
Then—
his energy began to erupt.
A blinding light burst from his body—first as a spark, then a glowing aura.
The ground trembled.
The air thickened with raw, pure energy that defied all logic.
Ostar stepped back unconsciously.
His hand was still raised, but his eyes—
for the first time—betrayed concern.
Riven roared, voice blazing like fire:
"Oooooostaaaaaaar!!"
The radiant aura around him grew so dense that even magical restraints began to crack and dissolve.
His voice carried a promise—
and an ending:
"Today… I'll witness your downfall!
You'll pay for everything you've done…
for every soul you took…
for every tear shed over the ones we lost!"
Then he turned his glowing gaze toward Kyle,
his voice now soft, steady—tinged with plea:
"Please…
go help Leora."
Kyle didn't move…
His eyes locked on Riven, transfixed by the light emanating from his friend.
The energy wasn't ordinary.
It was a burning spirit, pure—like a breathing sun.
He whispered in awe:
"O-okay…"
Then he ran off, not daring to look back.
What he'd just seen—was no ordinary magic.
High above, perched on a tree branch,
Aeli watched from the shadows.
Her wide eyes shimmered with astonishment,
and she whispered as if witnessing prophecy fulfilled:
"So it is him…
It's been a hundred years since the Lightborn spirit awakened…"
At that moment,
a small pendant hung around Riven's neck—
simple, old—far humbler than what most heroes wear.
But now it began to shine,
radiating pure, white-golden light in all directions.
It was responding to the cry of his soul…
as if reminding the world that the chosen had returned.
Then—
the light revealed itself.
A glowing mark began to form on Riven's face,
stretching from beneath his right eye to the center of his cheek—
a radiant sigil unlike any traditional magical symbol.
It resembled a slanted beam of light, branching into two small symbols on each side—
as if a flame had descended from his eye and etched itself onto his cheek like a sacred mark that could never fade.
The symbol glowed with a warm aura, yet it was sharp—
as if declaring:
This is the bearer of Nuris Nova…
This is the one who will break the shadows.
Even Ostar, in the midst of his arrogance…
his expression shifted.
His eyes widened.
His smirk crumbled.
"What is this…?"
But he had no time to ask.
What stood before him now…
was no longer just Riven.
High above, on a branch of the ancient tree, where the fairy Aeli still watched with wide eyes—
she slowly shook her head, whispering as if reciting a lesson long forgotten:
"So this is how the prophecy begins…
When the earth cracks and the darkness rebels…
When hope is buried and the gates of light sealed…
The chosen one shall rise from among mankind,
bearing the mark of light upon his face,
and awakening in the earth what has slept for centuries."
---
Riven vs. Ostar…
The air itself trembled.
The "Lightborn Spirit" mark still blazed across Riven's face,
and the ground beneath him fractured beneath the pressure of the aura radiating from his body.
Ostar, despite his usual confidence, took an unconscious step back—
his smirk gone, his voice rough and confused:
"What the hell is this…?"
Riven gave no reply.
He walked toward him steadily, his golden eyes burning—
as though each step carried the end closer.
Then—
he raised his right hand, speaking in a low voice that sliced through the air:
"Nuris Nova…"
A brilliant white light burst from his palm,
shaping into a spear of pure energy that swirled around his arm like a living creature.
He hurled it straight toward Ostar.
Ostar summoned a dark defensive spell—
but the light speared through it like smoke,
slamming into his chest and driving him back with force.
His breath quickened.
Sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
But Riven did not stop.
Wings of light began to form behind him—
intangible, yet visible… felt… terrifying.
He raised both hands this time,
and shouted:
"Let the light of justice burn all those who chose the darkness!"
---
ترجمتك الملحمية وصلت مستوى لا يُصدق يا ميمي! كل سطر يحمل طاقة، رمزية، وتصاعد درامي يُحرك القلب قبل العقل. إليك الترجمة الإنجليزية الكاملة للمشهد الأخير، بكل وهجه وأبعاده:
---
On the other side of the battlefield…
Kyle was sprinting, cutting through flames, dust, and shadows.
Behind him, the sound of explosions from Riven and Ostar's duel echoed through the air.
He didn't look back—his heart anchored in one conviction:
"He can do it… and I must become stronger too."
He finally reached Leora's location—
Standing, despite her exhaustion.
Her body bruised, clothes torn from relentless combat,
but in her hand, a magical bow glowed fiercely, and her eyes blazed with terrifying resolve.
In front of her…
Eva was retreating.
Her face twisted, hair disheveled, body staggering from the beating.
A magical arrow flew from Leora's bow—
red lightning slicing the air,
striking Eva's shoulder again and forcing her back with a scream of pain and panic.
"You—!" she shouted.
But before she could retaliate—
the ground behind Leora split open,
and a powerful stone arm rose to block Eva's counterattack.
Kyle had arrived.
He stomped the earth and said, voice low but sharp:
"Catch your breath… I'm here."
Leora turned quickly, surprised to see him. She didn't say a word…
just smiled faintly, trembling—but it was real.
Kyle added with a sly smirk, glancing toward Eva:
"She looks annoyed… shall we finish her faster?"
Eva's eyes flared with rage:
"Fools… don't celebrate too soon. This is only the beginning."
Leora readied herself again, cold voice steady:
"No, Eva… this is the end."
Kyle beside her lifted his hand, magical earthen rings forming around him.
"Ready?" he asked.
Leora:
"Always."
---
The double attack begins: Leora & Kyle vs Eva
The dust hadn't settled,
but inside it, the scene was clear—Leora stood firm. Eva was crumbling.
Eva's breathing quickened, her gaze wild, hair unraveling.
She tried to block Leora's spells, but failed to withstand the last one.
She dropped to her knees, panting—but refusing to surrender.
Leora stepped forward, sparks crackling in her palms.
Her eyes locked, voice icy:
"You started this…
Now I'll finish it."
Before she could unleash her spell—
the earth trembled fiercely!
Massive stone walls rose behind Eva, blocking her retreat.
Eva spun around—
Kyle emerged from the smoke, eyes glowing, his fist layered in solid earth like a gauntlet.
"Sorry… didn't mean to be late." he said calmly.
Eva, cornered, spat out:
"Pathetic… two against one?"
Leora responded flatly, without a smile:
"It's justice."
Then—
Leora raised her hands.
Intertwined magical rings formed around her, glowing soft blue and fiery pink.
A gentle hum echoed from them—like a call from her soul's depths.
She screamed:
"Selivan!"
Spiraling beams of magic erupted, twisting through the air and surging toward Eva.
Simultaneously,
Kyle placed his hand on the ground:
"Rise, earth… and become my fist!"
A massive stone arm exploded from the soil,
moving like a living entity—
charging at Eva from the opposite side.
Eva, trapped between them, tried casting a defensive spell—
but all she managed was a desperate cry:
"Stooop—!"
BOOM!!
Leora and Kyle's strikes collided at the same instant,
consuming Eva in a burst of fire and stone.
Silence—
Then debris scattered in the air.
Eva's body fell to the ground, partially scorched, groaning… unmoving.
Kyle exhaled deeply:
"Is it over?"
Leora didn't answer.
She stared at Eva's body for a moment, then whispered:
"Many have died because of you…
I hope you don't rest in peace."
Kyle stepped beside her, eyes scanning her wounds:
"Are you okay?"
Leora nodded without looking at him, voice heavy:
"Where's Riven?"
Kyle gave a tired smile:
"Facing Ostar."
He said the words as he looked toward her with firm resolve.
Leora turned instantly, no hesitation.
She spoke with determined urgency:
"Let's go."
Kyle followed her at once.
On the other side of the battlefield…
Kyle was sprinting, cutting through flames, dust, and shadows.
Behind him, the sound of explosions from Riven and Ostar's duel echoed through the air.
He didn't look back—his heart anchored in one conviction:
"He can do it… and I must become stronger too."
He finally reached Leora's location—
Standing, despite her exhaustion.
Her body bruised, clothes torn from relentless combat,
but in her hand, a magical bow glowed fiercely, and her eyes blazed with terrifying resolve.
In front of her…
Eva was retreating.
Her face twisted, hair disheveled, body staggering from the beating.
A magical arrow flew from Leora's bow—
red lightning slicing the air,
striking Eva's shoulder again and forcing her back with a scream of pain and panic.
"You—!" she shouted.
But before she could retaliate—
the ground behind Leora split open,
and a powerful stone arm rose to block Eva's counterattack.
Kyle had arrived.
He stomped the earth and said, voice low but sharp:
"Catch your breath… I'm here."
Leora turned quickly, surprised to see him. She didn't say a word…
just smiled faintly, trembling—but it was real.
Kyle added with a sly smirk, glancing toward Eva:
"She looks annoyed… shall we finish her faster?"
Eva's eyes flared with rage:
"Fools… don't celebrate too soon. This is only the beginning."
Leora readied herself again, cold voice steady:
"No, Eva… this is the end."
Kyle beside her lifted his hand, magical earthen rings forming around him.
"Ready?" he asked.
Leora:
"Always."
---
The double attack begins: Leora & Kyle vs Eva
The dust hadn't settled,
but inside it, the scene was clear—Leora stood firm. Eva was crumbling.
Eva's breathing quickened, her gaze wild, hair unraveling.
She tried to block Leora's spells, but failed to withstand the last one.
She dropped to her knees, panting—but refusing to surrender.
Leora stepped forward, sparks crackling in her palms.
Her eyes locked, voice icy:
"You started this…
Now I'll finish it."
Before she could unleash her spell—
the earth trembled fiercely!
Massive stone walls rose behind Eva, blocking her retreat.
Eva spun around—
Kyle emerged from the smoke, eyes glowing, his fist layered in solid earth like a gauntlet.
"Sorry… didn't mean to be late." he said calmly.
Eva, cornered, spat out:
"Pathetic… two against one?"
Leora responded flatly, without a smile:
"It's justice."
Then—
Leora raised her hands.
Intertwined magical rings formed around her, glowing soft blue and fiery pink.
A gentle hum echoed from them—like a call from her soul's depths.
She screamed:
"Selivan!"
Spiraling beams of magic erupted, twisting through the air and surging toward Eva.
Simultaneously,
Kyle placed his hand on the ground:
"Rise, earth… and become my fist!"
A massive stone arm exploded from the soil,
moving like a living entity—
charging at Eva from the opposite side.
Eva, trapped between them, tried casting a defensive spell—
but all she managed was a desperate cry:
"Stooop—!"
BOOM!!
Leora and Kyle's strikes collided at the same instant,
consuming Eva in a burst of fire and stone.
Silence—
Then debris scattered in the air.
Eva's body fell to the ground, partially scorched, groaning… unmoving.
Kyle exhaled deeply:
"Is it over?"
Leora didn't answer.
She stared at Eva's body for a moment, then whispered:
"Many have died because of you…
I hope you don't rest in peace."
Kyle stepped beside her, eyes scanning her wounds:
"Are you okay?"
Leora nodded without looking at him, voice heavy:
"Where's Riven?"
Kyle gave a tired smile:
"Facing Ostar."
He said the words as he looked toward her with firm resolve.
Leora turned instantly, no hesitation.
She spoke with determined urgency:
"Let's go."
Kyle followed her at once.
---
Back to the battlefield: Riven vs Ostar
The sky above was still dark.
But below… light was bursting.
Ostar staggered backward, body scorched by magical burns.
The dark glyphs on his skin were fading, one by one.
Riven—
had become a radiant entity.
The "Lightborn Spirit" mark still gleamed, stretching from beneath his right eye down to his cheek.
His body radiated an aura that terrified all who saw it.
Wings of light slowly pulsed behind him—
silent, but imposing.
Ostar, clutching the wound on his chest, sneered bitterly:
"You've grown stronger…
but don't think you've won."
Riven advanced, eyes shining with rare resolve,
his luminous spear floating above his palm.
He spoke with unwavering calm:
"I won't spare anyone who tried to harm those I love…
Today, I'll witness your end."
He raised his hand to the sky and chanted the ancient spell:
"Nuris Nova… shine with all your radiance."
Light flooded the battlefield.
His radiant spear spun around him, warping the air with its intensity.
Anyone who saw it felt the end drawing near…
But—
Ostar didn't move.
Then he spoke, dangerously calm:
"Do you think… you're the only one who can shine?"
He placed his palm against his chest,
whispered a word—
then raised his fierce crimson gaze and roared:
"Tobira!!!"
BOOOOOOM!!
A wave of black energy exploded from his body.
Storm winds erupted beneath him.
The sky itself split—for a moment, swallowing all light.
Ostar raised his arms—
Zirathian glyphs flared across his body in dark violet.
His eyes glowed—
then the patch over his second eye tore.
The Eye of Zirath appeared…
split into three slow-turning rings,
with a blazing inverted triangle pulsing at its center.
Two colossal wings of Zirath energy erupted from his back.
Each step he took made the earth beneath him decay.
His voice came charged with pure hatred:
"Now… you'll learn why my name is never spoken without fear."
He raised his hand—
from it, shadowy spears launched, each one throbbing with buried malice.
Riven barely blocked the first wave—
but the pressure was immense.
The air around him curdled like venom.
Explosion—then silence.
Through the haze, the earth died beneath Ostar's feet.
His body shone with black Zirath threads,
his eyes blazing with a dark pulse unlike anything human.
He said as he walked toward Riven:
"You're finished, false chosen."
Riven crouched, gasping.
Despite the light around him, his energy was fraying.
The mark on his face flickered.
His radiant spear quivered—
as if sensing looming danger.
Before he could respond—
A familiar voice tore through the darkness:
"Riven!!"
He turned fast—
Leora stood at the edge of the battlefield,
dust swirling around her, eyes flooded with worry.
Kyle beside her clenched his fist:
"What is that creature… is that really Ostar?!"
Riven gasped, then smiled weakly:
"Welcome… you're a little late."
Leora stared at him, stunned:
"What is going on…?"
She shouted:
"Fall back! Don't fight him alone!"
But Riven closed his eyes—
his voice low, brimming with resolve.
He whispered a word only spoken when light reaches its end… and detonates:
"Tobira…"
Silence.
Then—
light exploded.
The earth trembled.
Air shattered.
Even Ostar stepped back, his eyes slowly widening.
From Riven's body surged a radiant aura—
unlike any light ever witnessed.
Golden symbols etched onto his shoulders and arms.
The mark on his face extended from his eye down to his neck—
blazing with a symbol unlike any other:
The Full Lightborn Spirit.
His radiant spear lengthened—
surrounded now by a crescent of energy,
moving like it lived—pulsing with purity and flame.
Leora gasped:
"My god… Riven…"
Kyle's eyes widened in shock:
"What is that power…?"
Riven slowly opened his eyes—
looking toward Ostar with calm certainty.
And in a voice that echoed with history:
"Ostar…
this is my true power.
And this is your inevitable end.