Ravaryn.
Once a proud kingdom of stone walls and warm hearths, now reduced to ruins scorched black by lightning and flame. Towers lay broken like snapped bones, streets split open as if the earth itself had screamed in pain. The scent of blood, smoke, and ozone clung to the air so thickly that even breathing felt like a punishment.
Whispers spread faster than fire.
An unknown existence.
A being of lightning.
A monster wearing the shape of a man.
Fear had replaced faith.
High above the ruined horizon, the sky itself trembled as two sovereigns moved.
"So this is Ravaryn," a deep, amused voice echoed, carrying infernal authority. "The city destroyed by lightning."
The Demon King Asmodeus stood upon the scales of a colossal dragon, his crimson helmet gleaming beneath the sun. His eyes burned with anticipation as he gazed down upon the shattered land.
"Here," he continued, lips curling beneath the helm, "we will finally see the Black Lion."
The dragon beneath him growled.
A massive red dragon, its scales like molten armor, orange horns curved like crowns of fire. Each flap of its wings shook the heavens. This was no ordinary dragon.
This was Zelfhar, Dragon King of Dragova.
"The creature you fear," Zelfhar rumbled, his voice shaking clouds apart, "is an abomination born from lion pride and dragon blood. If we allow it to live, the future burns."
He spread his wings wide, blotting out the sun.
"We end this today."
At his roar, hundreds of dragons answered.
Three hundred dragon knights ascended into the sky, their roars tearing through the clouds as they transformed mid-flight—vast wings, armored scales, blazing eyes. Beneath them, demon portals ripped open like wounds in reality, spilling legions into the air.
"We move now!" Zelfhar commanded. "It is still morning. We erase Ravaryn before the day ends!"
With Asmodeus riding upon his back, the Dragon King surged forward, the army following like a living storm.
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Yet neither king noticed it.
The shift.
A ripple through causality itself.
A distortion born not from magic—but from choice.
In Ravaryn, time had been altered.
Aizen Arcime had changed the future once…
and now, the present rebelled.
This was the Butterfly Effect.
Something that should not exist… had awakened.
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The screams began before the fire.
From the depths beneath Ravaryn, the earth cracked open. Sewer grates burst apart. Underground chambers collapsed. And from the darkness emerged the discarded sins of the past.
Undead.
Thousands of them.
Roughly ten thousand failed experiments of the Crimson Hand—once sealed, once forgotten—now unleashed. Their flesh rotted, yet their eyes glowed with unnatural clarity.
They were not mindless.
They hunted.
They bit into citizens, tore through families, dragged the living screaming into the streets. With each death, another corpse rose, joining the tide. The kingdom had no great cathedral, no holy order strong enough to resist them.
Ravaryn was far from the Divine Kingdom of Humanity.
There would be no salvation.
And above them all, invisible threads tightened.
Asmodeus smiled beneath his helm.
"These undead," he whispered, extending his hand, "move because I allow it."
Cursed sigils burned in the sky as his magic took hold. The zombies gained coordination, intelligence, purpose.
Find the Black Lion. Kill him.
At the same time, the dragons arrived.
Fire rained down.
Buildings evaporated under dragon breath. Streets melted. Entire districts vanished in seconds as Zelfhar's army descended like divine punishment.
"Knights!" the Dragon King roared. "Burn this city! Slay the Black Lion! We do this for the greater good!"
Zelfhar himself dove, ramming through towers, his flames swallowing everything—
Then the fire weakened.
The flames flickered.
The heat… vanished.
Zelfhar's massive eyes narrowed.
The sky darkened.
Clouds gathered unnaturally fast, swirling, collapsing inward as if pulled by an unseen will. Thunder growled—not distant, but close.
Too close.
"Storm?" Asmodeus muttered. "No… this is—"
The sky screamed.
A violent surge of aura exploded outward, forcing even dragons to recoil mid-air.
Lightning tore across the heavens, not randomly—but deliberately.
Then he appeared.
A man stood in mid-air, rain forming around him as if bowing.
A spear of pure lightning rested in his hand, crackling with unbearable pressure. Black obsidian armor wrapped his body, etched with ancient patterns that pulsed like a living heart.
His presence alone crushed the ground below.
The sun vanished behind storm clouds.
This was the Black Lion.
Not in beast form—but something far more terrifying.
Aizen Arcime.
Handsome features twisted into something merciless. Long black hair fell over glowing eyes, concealing half his face. A black-and-yellow tail lashed behind him, lightning dancing along its length. Pointed ears twitched as his gaze locked onto the Dragon King… and the Demon King.
His consciousness faded.
And his battle form took control.
"The legend…" Asmodeus whispered. "It's real."
Aizen's weapon skill was imperfect.
But his soul remembered.
Of all weapons—
the great spear answered him best.
"Black Lion!" Zelfhar roared. "You finally show yourself!"
"Army! Kill him!"
Dragon fire erupted.
At the same time, Asmodeus absorbed undead essence, his arm engulfed in cursed black flames that screamed as they flew.
All attacks converged.
Aizen did not move.
It looked like surrender.
Like death.
Then—
Flash.
Lightning blinked.
Ten dragons fell.
Heads severed cleanly, bodies dropping from the sky before anyone understood what happened.
"Where—?!" Zelfhar shouted.
Aizen was gone.
Then pain.
Asmodeus was kicked from Zelfhar's back, crashing through three buildings before skidding across the ground.
"GRAH—!"
Zelfhar roared and swung his gigantic tail.
The impact struck Aizen squarely, sending him flying miles away, smashing through the earth like a meteor.
"Hah!" Zelfhar sneered. "You bleed after all!"
Rain fell harder.
Aizen rose.
Blood slid down his cheek.
Then lightning answered.
He thrust his spear forward.
A column of lightning descended from the heavens, slamming into Zelfhar's back, burning scales black and forcing a scream from the Dragon King himself.
"ROOOOAR!"
"What strength…!" Zelfhar hissed. "This form—!"
Aizen stood amidst the storm, rain feeding his power. Each drop became a conductor, amplifying his presence.
His second power awakened.
A Black Lion born from misfortune—
stepping beyond dimension.
"We regroup!" Zelfhar roared. "Asmodeus!"
"Understood," the Demon King growled. "We use it."
"Fusion."
Zelfhar transformed into human form mid-air and flew to Asmodeus.
"Army! Protect us!"
Dragons transformed into battle forms.
150 Fire Dragons.
50 Water Dragons.
50 Nature Dragons.
25 Rock Dragons.
25 Divine Dragons.
Five generals stepped forward—Devnis, Aqua, Krakow, Terrax, Nova.
Below them, demon armies gathered. Zombies, giants, demons of every color.
Aizen stood alone.
1 vs 305.
His aura exploded.
Yellow lightning erupted outward, cracking the ground, shattering courage.
Magical energy surged.
59 billion.
He used only a fraction.
Enough.
The storm bowed.
Aizen raised his spear.
And the battlefield trembled.
Ravaryn was no longer streets, homes, or towers—it was a graveyard still screaming.
Smoke spiraled endlessly into the sky. Rivers of fire crawled across broken stone. Corpses—human, beastman, dragon, demon—were scattered everywhere, some burned to charcoal, others torn apart so violently that no one could tell what race they once belonged to.
And above it all—
Aizen floated.
Suspended in the air like a god who had forgotten gravity, lightning wrapped around his body in endless coils. His long black hair drifted upward, lifted by pure mana pressure. His yellow-black tail swayed slowly behind him, crackling with electricity at the tip.
His eyes were closed.
Yet the sky itself trembled in fear.
Judgment Falls to the Enemies.
Without opening his eyes, Aizen lifted his spear.
The weapon—formed entirely of condensed lightning—screamed as if alive.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A thunderous roar split the heavens.
Aizen thrust the spear forward.
A single lightning strike descended from the sky—not scattered, not wild, but focused, compressed into a devastating line of destruction.
The strike tore through the dragon and demon armies like divine punishment.
Dragons screamed as their wings disintegrated mid-flight. Their scales melted instantly, flesh boiling beneath them. Some exploded before they even hit the ground, reduced to raining chunks of burned meat and shattered bones.
Demons weren't spared.
The lightning crawled across their bodies, entering through armor, eyes, mouths—bursting out through their backs. Their screams echoed only briefly before their throats were burned away.
Zombies evaporated.
Not burned—erased.
The lightning didn't stop.
It carved straight through the armies and continued onward—
—slamming into the mountain behind them.
The entire mountain split in half.
Stone screamed as the peak slid apart, collapsing in slow, horrifying silence.
Dust clouds swallowed the horizon.
For several seconds—
No one spoke.
Then panic erupted.
Fear of the Sleeper
"What… what power is that?!"
"That thing—THAT THING IS NOT NORMAL!"
"We're fighting a disaster!"
"RUN—!"
"No! Don't retreat!"
"We must protect our monarchs!"
"FOR THE DRAGON KING!"
"FOR THE DEMON KING!"
The remaining forces—dragons with torn wings, demons covered in burns, knights trembling in broken armor—forced themselves to stand.
Even as fear crushed their lungs, they raised their weapons.
Hundreds of mages and warriors gathered their remaining strength.
Mana surged.
Energy converged.
A massive beam-like attack, white and crimson intertwined, formed from hundreds of combined spells.
"With this…!"
"We'll kill him!"
"We will win for sure!"
The beam fired.
It tore across the battlefield, aimed directly at Aizen's chest.
But as it approached—
Something felt wrong.
Too wrong.
The air itself felt asleep.
As if they weren't fighting a man—but something dreaming.
Then—
The Birth of Zemous of Zelfhar and Asmodeus Fusion.
A colossal aura exploded from the center of the dragon and demon command.
The ground cracked open.
The sky warped.
Magic spiraled violently inward.
Zelfhar and Asmodeus stood facing one another, chanting in ancient tongues long forbidden.
Around them—
Dragons and demons died willingly.
Their bodies shattered into pure mana, absorbed into the fusion circle. Knights screamed as their flesh was torn apart by force, dragged screaming into the spell.
Wings were ripped off.
Horns snapped.
Eyes burst.
But none retreated.
"For our king!"
"For our monarchs!"
"Give everything!"
Their sacrifice paid off.
A monstrous presence emerged.
ZEMOUS was born.
Four arms slammed into the ground.
Four legs crushed stone beneath their weight.
Four wings unfurled, tearing the clouds apart.
A single massive horn spiraled from their forehead.
Their skin was an unholy blend of crimson scales and abyssal darkness.
Their voice echoed with two tones at once.
They were ten times stronger than before.
Zemous raised all four arms.
A colossal white beam formed.
"SOUL SHATTERING BEAM!!!"
The attack obliterated everything in its path.
Buildings vanished.
The land caved inward.
The beam swallowed the sky—
—and struck Aizen directly.
Silence
When the light faded—
Nothing remained.
A massive portion of Ravaryn was gone.
No lightning.
No Black Lion.
No presence.
The battlefield fell silent.
"We… we won?"
"Is it over?"
"He's dead… right?"
Relief trembled through their voices.
Then—
SCHLKK!!
A glowing thunderbolt pierced Zemous from behind.
Blood exploded outward.
Zemous staggered.
"UGHH—!"
A figure stood behind them.
Lightning dripping from his spear.
Aizen.
Eyes open.
Fully awake.
"It's because earlier…" Aizen said coldly, "I was asleep."
His aura surged violently, ripping the clouds apart.
"And now—"
He twisted the spear.
"All of you woke me up."
Flashback — The Plan
"Papa… what will you do when they attack?" Theodore asked, trembling.
Aizen knelt and smiled softly.
"It's simple."
"I need you all to put me to sleep."
Lyra froze. "Aizen—are you serious?"
"Poison spells. Sleeping magic. Everything."
"That's insane!" Lina shouted.
"You'll be alone!"
Aizen met Lyra's eyes.
"When I wake up… it'll be over."
Lyra felt something twist in her chest.
This wasn't just confidence.
It was preparation.
Fear lingered in her gaze—but she nodded.
Beast Fang
Back in the present—
Zemous roared. "HOW DID YOU GET THIS STRONG?!"
Aizen stepped forward.
"Because I am what you feared."
He inhaled.
The world stopped breathing.
"BEAST FANG."
The air died.
Clouds vanished.
The ground shattered.
Aizen roared.
The sound alone crushed demons into paste. Dragons burst apart mid-air. The sky cracked as if reality itself had been bitten.
A shockwave expanded endlessly—
Erasing armies.
Zombies vanished.
Demons disintegrated.
Dragons fell like rain.
Thousands died in seconds.
Zelfhar and Asmodeus were forced out of fusion—thrown to the ground, broken, terrified.
Aizen walked toward them.
"You made me this way."
Lightning flashed.
"You could have let us live."
A final slash.
Two heads fell.
End
The storm faded.
Aizen stood alone.
Victorious.
And the future—once again—changed.
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End of Chapter 87
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