Chapter 1 — The Fat as F
The night was cold, the campfire warm, and the team sat in a circle while Strom told yet another one of his violent, Emotional and unbelievable past stories.
Strom: "Then Jack said, 'You'll regret sparing me.'
So I pushed the blade deeper and said, 'Thank you.'"
Zyphus: "Bro… you're cold."
Violet: "But that wizard you mentioned? INSANE. Like… what was that thing?"
Sam: "Nightmare fuel."
Astrid: "He deserves to rot in hell."
Strom: "He chose darkness over life. That's why he's dead."
Demoness raised a hand suddenly.
Wraith: "Wait. Something's moving in the bushes.
But No mana signature…"
The ground rumbled. Dust shook off the trees.
Something heavy was moving.
Then someone stepped out of the shadows.
A knight.
A massive, round, earthquake-in-human-form knight.
So fat his armor looked like a steel balloon inflated way past physics.
Strom (jaw dropping): "No way… NO WAY—💀"
Wraith: "God gave me eyes and I ABUSE them."
Sam: "We're dead. If he trips, we die from the shockwave."
Astrid: "I can lift a mountain… but not HIM."
Violet: "How can someone get this type of BUILD?"
Zyphus: "Someone PLEASE tell him to stop eating the neighbor's kids."
The Fat Knight puffed out his chest —
which was basically a small planet.
Fat Knight: "Why are you roasting me!? I built this body to CRUSH my enemies!
And you ALL are my enemies now!"
Strom: "Zy, I bet my entire life savings he can't even TOUCH us."
Zyphus: "I bet 200 diamonds he can't stand back up after he falls."
Sam: "I bet my cat he weighs more than 400 kilos."
Fat Knight: "I will capture all of you and then I'll—"
And then he started a monologue.
A long one.
Like "this man hasn't fought in years but practiced Talks instead" long.
Because he talked so much…
Everyone fell asleep.
Right there.
On the grass.
Around the fire.
Mid-speech.
When the Fat Knight finally stopped and looked around—
Everyone was snoring.
He stomped his foot in rage.
BOOM.
The ground shook like a mini-earthquake.
The squad woke up with red eyes — not from anger…
just sleep deprivation.
Strom: "Bro, fight yourself. You're already ten in one pack."
Fat Knight: "ENOUGH, KIDS!"
He tried to charge at them—
Took two steps…
And fell.
Face-first.
Then he wiggled.
And wiggled harder.
But the more he tried to stand, the deeper he sank into the earth like a giant potato being planted.
Zyphus: "This is EXACTLY what I train for."
Astrid: "Disappointment."
Wraith: "Let's go. I need sleep."
And they simply walked away, leaving the Fat Knight flailing like a flipped turtle while the ground swallowed him inch by inch.
Chapter 2 — The News
The team was resting at Strom's house after breakfast.
Wraith: "I wonder why God creates… unnatural characters?"
Astrid: "For dramatical effect, of course."
Strom: "Still thinking about that fat guy…"
Sam: "Even calling him 'fat' feels too weak."
Zyphus: "Can't believe what we saw last night."
Violet: "I still wonder how he hid behind that bush?"
Strom: "That's actually genius. He was literally five times bigger than the bush."
Zyphus: "I think he was still trying to stand up."
Sam: "You mean the entire night wasn't enough for him to get up?"
Violet: "Just leave him. Talk about something else."
Astrid: "Have you guys heard what's going on in our village?"
Wraith: "What?"
Astrid: "There's someone who can make people young again!"
Strom: "What the hell are you talking about, Astrid? That's impossible."
Astrid: "I heard it! I don't know if it's true or not."
Sam: "Maybe fake news."
Strom: "Looks like we've got something to do."
Wraith: "Finally, not rotting at home. Hell yeah."
Violet: "Pack your stuff then."
They packed their things and after lunch, headed to the new villager's home — the place where people claimed she could make you "happy".
Strom: "I'm thinking… how much does she charge per person?"
Violet: "Making you young again? Hmm, definitely more than 100 coins. I mean, that's worth it."
Zyphus: "I think she must be a dangerous witch. Think about it — she wants people's age. That isn't normal."
Wraith: "So basically… we're going to meet an old, scary-as-F witch who wants age."
Strom: "Time to find out."
Chapter 3 — The Witch
When the team entered the house, they didn't find a scary witch's lair.
It was calm. Warm. Villagers waited in a line… and none of them were holding money.
Strom: "Strange…"
They entered the main room and saw her.
Not an old, scary witch.
Not even close.
A middle-aged, beautiful woman stood there with a glowing staff, healing people one by one.
Yeyna: "Okay, you'll be fine."
A flash of magic — an injured kid healed instantly.
An old man became young again.
Wraith: "Why is she beautiful!? Is she a witch or an angel?"
Sam: "She looks like someone who charges extra just for existing."
Zyphus: "This is suspicious. Pretty = dangerous."
Astrid: "Agreed."
They kept arguing, but Strom…
Strom wasn't even listening.
He was lost.
Feel like Hypnotized.
Yeyna: "Who's next?"
Strom: "I'm coming, Mommy…"
The whole team stared at him like their souls left their bodies.
Wraith: "Seriously!?"
Zyphus: "Bro already has a girlfriend but still—"
Sam: "Wraith, why don't you kick his ass?"
Astrid: "How many times has he done this?"
Wraith: "Whenever a hot girl tries to flirt with him, he becomes 'Sir Girls' Favourite Knight.'"
Violet: "Ever tried stopping the girls?"
Wraith: "Nah. I just hunt them at night. They don't even look at him the next day. Easy."
Sam: "And now he fell for a woman twice his age.
---
Meanwhile… Strom
Yeyna: "What happened to you?"
Strom: "Nothing! I just wanted to ask if you need anything. I mean… you're helping everyone and it's good, so if you ever need anything… we're here."
Yeyna: "Wow… such a sweet guy. Everyone comes here complaining about their pain, but you're the only one who asked if I'm okay, Thank you!."
Before Strom could say anything else, the squad rushed in — and Wraith's jealousy was on MAX.
Wraith: "What do you want, witch!?"
Strom: "Manners, Wraith."
Wraith: "Shut up, Strom! And YOU— tell us why you're helping people for free!?"
Yeyna: "I'm just sharing love. That's all."
Wraith: "Nothing is free in this world. So, tell us the truth."
Strom: "Sorry, I apologize for her words."
Yeyna: "It's okay. But I think she needs a treatment."
Wraith: "I'm not sick, bit—"
(Strom covers her mouth before she can reveal the TRUTH.)
Strom: "Okay! We'll be back if you need anything. Just ask. Mom's bakery!"
He drags his entire team outside.
They are SO READY to roast him the moment the door closes.
Chapter 4 — Truth Snap
Outside the house, the entire team started yapping at Strom.
Wraith was straight-up cursing him for flirting with a middle-aged woman.
Wraith: "You shameless SIR MOMMY KNIGHT—"
But suddenly… Strom's expression changed.
His smile disappeared.
His eyes shifted.
He looked confused. Lost.
Strom: "Why are we here?"
Zyphus: "Bro… YOU pushed us outside."
Strom: "Why would I push all of you?"
Wraith (touching his face): "Strom? Are you okay?"
Astrid: "Strom, you seriously don't remember pushing us out?"
Strom: "Guys… I don't even remember entering that house."
Sam: "Okay. If he doesn't remember anything… that means—"
Violet (cutting Sam): "She cast an illusion."
Their blood ran cold.
They didn't wait.
They BURST through the door again.
But—
The calm healing room was gone.
No villagers.
No magic glow.
No warmth.
Instead… they saw:
Spiderwebs.
Rotting wood.
Dust everywhere.
A cursed, abandoned ruin.
Strom: "What… the actual hell?"
Wraith: "No. NO. I remember this place bright and peaceful!"
Sam: "Find her. NOW."
They split up fast, searching every corner.
But there was no sign of Yeyna.
Not even a footprint.
Only the smell of old death… and something watching them.
Strom: "She tricked us."
Wraith: "But why did she possess YOU?"
Strom: "I don't know… but whatever she is, she isn't human."
Sam (suddenly shouting): "WHAT WAS THAT!?"
They whirled around—
A shadowy figure was behind a door.
Unnatural.
Distorted.
Its aura felt wrong—like a glitch in reality.
Then it vanished.
Strom: "no. No. NO. Let's get the hell out of here."
They stepped outside again.
But the air felt heavier.
Like the world itself was staring at them.
Wraith (shaking): "What was that thing…?"
Strom: "She knows we're not normal humans. Stay alert."
Violet: "But… are we the only ones who've ever seen her?"
Astrid: "Let's ask the villagers. If she really healed them, they must know something."
They headed back to the town square, approaching people one by one.
Strom: "Excuse me, do you know a woman who heals people and makes them younger—"
Villager: "What woman?"
They asked another.
And another.
And another.
No one had EVER heard of her.
No healer.
No beautiful woman.
No magic youth spell.
Nothing.
Wraith: "Strom… what did we walk into?"
Strom: "A trap."
Chapter 5 — Single as Hell
That night, when they finally returned home, no one smiled.
The house felt heavier than usual.
Everyone knew one thing....
She isn't normal.
She's something beyond their imagination.
Violet: "Rest. Tomorrow we think of a new plan."
Astrid: "Good night, all."
One by one they went to sleep.
Except Strom.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
Something felt wrong.
Like someone was watching him.
Then—
A faint voice echoed through the air...
"Strom…"
He turned his head.
Yeyna stood outside the house, waiting for him.
Calm. Beautiful. Almost glowing in the moonlight.
Still confused—and against all logic—Strom didn't call his team.
He walked outside alone.
Strom: "Who are you?"
Yeyna: "You really forgot me, boy?"
Strom: "I don't know you. Are you the witch who tricked us?"
Her smile faded.
Yeyna: "Witch? I didn't expect this from you, Strom."
Instant guilt punched him in the chest.
He didn't even know her, and he already insulted her.
Strom: "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I.....I'm just… confused."
Yeyna: "Come walk with me. Your friends misunderstood me, I don't want them to insult you again"
Strom remembered everything his team said earlier.
He still agreed.
Strom: "Sure."
They walked together in the cold quiet of night.
The village slept.
Only the crickets and wind whispered around them.
Strom: "If you don't mind… can I ask you something?"
Yeyna: "Of course. Anything."
Strom: "My friends think you're some kind of witch.
But I think you want something.
If you need help… we can help you, trust me."
Yeyna's eyes softened.
Yeyna: "I'm glad you asked."
Before Strom could react—
Her staff glowed and a pink mist shimmered in the air… and faded.
Nothing else happened.
Strom blinked.
Strom: "What was that? Is your magic fading?"
Yeyna: "No, sweetie."
Her smile widened—
And suddenly…
She began to grow.
Bigger.
And bigger.
And bigger.
Towering over Strom.
Strom: "What the hell!? How are you growing—"
Then he heard it:
His own voice lowering… shrinking… turning tiny.
Yeyna: "I'm not growing. You're shrinking."
Strom: "What!?"
He looked at his hands.
His legs.
A kid now.
He had shrunk.
Completely.
Yeyna stepped closer, towering above him like a giant.
Yeyna: "My sweet little boy~"
She kissed his forehead.
Pinched his cheek.
Yeyna: "Bye-bye."
She grabbed him effortlessly and THREW him into a dry well.
Strom fell, hit the floor, and tried to climb.
But he kept slipping.
His strong knightly voice?
Gone.
Now it sounded like a 7-year-old yelling at rocks.
Strom: "HELP—! Anyone—!? Damn it—!"
She walked away laughing.
Yeyna: "Enjoy the cold night, my little knight~ Hahaha!"
---
The Next Morning
Zyphus wandered outside, yawning like a half-dead wolf.
Then he saw a tiny kid, dirty clothes, hair messy, marching toward the house. He was drowning in shirt, half shirt has covered his full body and half was dusting the ground.
Zyphus: "HEY! Kid! Where are you going?"
Strom (now a 7-year-old): "It's my house, you idiot!"
Zyphus blinked.
Zyphus: "Wow. Savage little brat. This is my friend's house.
Get lost before I throw you away."
Strom: "Zyphus, it's ME, Strom."
Zyphus: "…yeah sure. And I'm the king of angels."
Strom: "Last warning, Zy."
Zyphus: "Okay. If you're really Strom, tell me something only Strom knows about me."
Strom (easy):
"You're single as hell because of your attitude.
No girl wants you.
Sir Single Knight."
Zyphus dropped to his knees dramatically.
Zyphus: "F—! Only Strom knows that!"
Strom: "Now get the hell out of my way."
Chapter 6 — The New Guest
Strom jumped over the neighbor's fence, snatched a kid's clothes from the drying line, and sprinted to the bathroom.
Strom (wearing tiny kid clothes):
"True neighbours always help each other."
He quietly entered the house, hiding behind furniture and walls.
The last thing he wanted was for the girls to not see him like this.
But as he peeked around the corner—
Zyphus, sipping tea, spotted him instantly.
He raised an eyebrow.
And smiled.
Not a normal smile—an evil one.
The type of smile that stops a man's heartbeat.
Zyphus (to the whole team):
"Hey guys! Guess what… we have a new guest in the house."
Astrid: "Who?"
Zyphus: "Hey kid! Don't be shy. Come here babe."
Strom froze.
No escape.
He walked toward them like a man walking to his own funeral.
Wraith: "Aww! Such a cute kid."
Violet: "Blue eyes… adorable."
Astrid: "I hate kids. But this one? Too cute."
Strom: "Guys, it's me. I'm Strom."
Wraith: "He thinks he's Strom! Yes honey, you are."
Before he could protest—
the girls ATTACKED him with pinches, kisses, hugs, and teasing.
Strom was drowning in affection and humiliation.
Zyphus watched quietly, drinking tea with a sinister smile.
Sam sat beside him, shocked.
Sam: "Bro… who's that kid?"
Zyphus: "Don't tell anyone… but that's Strom."
Sam: "No way."
Zyphus: "Yup. And now the girls think he's a fan of Strom. We're gonna enjoy this Bro."
Sam: "Haha! Mommy's boy got captured by the girl gang."
Zyphus: "Serves him right for flirting with Witch."
Strom glared at both of them from inside Astrid's arms.
---
Hours later, the girls were busy with their own tasks.
Wraith, still carrying Strom like a toddler, finally put him down when ask.
Strom: "I want to walk!"
Wraith: "Okay." (places him gently on the ground like a fragile glass)
Astrid called Wraith into the kitchen, leaving Strom unattended.
Big mistake.
Strom marched straight to Zyphus and Sam, who were playing cards.
He struggled, slipped, climbed, slipped again—
and finally pulled himself up onto the table.
Zyphus: "Seven wins in a row! He-ha!"
Sam: "Bro that's cheating!"
Strom (slaps both of them with his tiny hands):
"You two loser gamblers! FIND A WAY TO MAKE ME NORMAL!"
Sam: "Nah. This is your punishment for flirting with Hot Witch."
Zyphus: "Yeah, just accept your new lifestyle. It suits you."
Strom: "IT DOES NOT!"
Suddenly—
Wraith: "Have you guys seen Strom? I can't find him."
Strom: "I'M RIGHT HERE! IT'S ME!"
Wraith picked him up again.
Wraith: "Yes honey, you are Strom. Very cute."
She walked away with him like a plush toy.
Zyphus waved at Strom, smiling like a demon.
He didn't speak.
Just mouthed the words:
"Bye bye, Strom."
Peak betrayal.
Chapter 7 — The Mark
Night settled, but the girls were still glued to Strom — still thinking he was just a cute fanboy.
And honestly, Strom was too exhausted to explain anything anymore.
Wraith to Zyphus:
"Where is Strom? I haven't seen him since morning."
Zyphus (raises an eyebrow at Strom): "He told me he's wandering around… trying to find some answers."
Wraith: "Without us?"
Zyphus: "Yeah. Solo mission."
Wraith: "Oh… okay."
Strom, barely able to walk, dragged himself toward his room.
But Wraith scooped him up like a lost kitten.
Wraith: "Time for sleep, sweetie."
She carried him into the girls' room —
Strom accidentally earned himself a spot in a GIRLS' SLEEPOVER.
Outside:
Sam: "Okay, this is too much."
Zyphus: "Yeah."
---
Inside the room…
Strom fell asleep instantly.
The girls continued talking.
Wraith: "A kid came all the way to meet his hero, and that idiot didn't even care."
Astrid: "Strom should treat his fans better."
Violet: "Actually… I have a question."
Wraith: "What?"
Violet: "Why does Strom act scared of you? We all know he's stronger."
Wraith sighed.
Wraith: "Actually I also don't know, he is way stronger than he shows but always acts soft for me, but when it comes to flirting he is just unstoppable."
Violet blinked.
Violet: "I wonder why Zyphus has so much attitude. He can't talk to girls properly. Afraid of womens"
Astrid: "But he's actually a nice guy."
Violet: "To us, maybe. But he spends all his time training, fighting, and surviving war. I challenge him to pull a girl in 7 days but even as a prince he just can't."
Wraith: "Boys can't rest. It's in their blood."
They all nodded… and finally fell asleep.
Strom was already deep asleep — chaos had finished him.
---
Next Morning
Astrid was complaining about Strom leaving.
Wraith made tea.
Violet tended the garden.
Sam and Zyphus chopped wood.
Strom sat alone, drawing something — not childish at all, but… weird.
Later, everyone gathered in the hall.
Demoness checked on the kid again.
Wraith: "What are you drawing?"
Strom: "Nothing. Just a castle."
Wraith: "A black castle? Okay sweetie, carry on."
But Strom wasn't drawing a castle.
And the they knew something was coming.
---
After finishing, Strom climbed onto Sam's table again and slapped him with tiny hands.
Sam: "Bark, Strom!"
Strom shoved the drawing in his face.
Sam: "Yeah, it's cool."
Slap.
Sam: "BRO WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
Strom: "You idiot! YOU NEED TO FIND OUT WHAT THIS MARK IS!"
Sam and Zyphus finally looked closely.
It wasn't a castle.
It was a drawing of Yeyna's back —
with a tattoo of a demon head with burning horns.
A perfect replica.
Sam and Zyphus froze.
Sam: "Okay. I'll be back. Wait for me."
Both rushed to the village library.
---
One Hour Later…
They returned with piles of books on demons, curses, and ancient symbols.
Before they could search properly, Violet snatched Strom away.
Violet: "No demon stuff for you! Stay away, baby."
Strom was helpless.
But at least his friends were working.
Zyphus flipped through a thick book, eyes widening.
Zyphus: "Sam… I found it."
Sam: "What?"
Zyphus (showing the page): "It's him.
The same face.
The same horns.
The Hell Knight."
Sam: "If it's the Hell Knight, we also need witch lore."
Zyphus: "Library again? Seriously?"
Sam: "Nah, I'm too lazy. I brought those too."
They searched again and found a book titled "The Chosen Daughter."
Inside:
Illustrations of witches…
Including one with the same mark as Yeyna.
---
The Lore of The Hell Knight
The Hell Knight—
a primordial entity from the deepest layer of hell.
He killed guardians, gods, and creatures born before creation.
No one knows his true origin.
Only that his power is corrupt, absolute, and endless.
He began rising to the surface.
Humanity begged the Great Gods for help.
After a horrifying cosmic battle, the gods managed to seal him, Can't kill him.
His curse:
"To free him, life force is needed — but without killing anyone."
A condition impossible for humans…
but possible for witches.
He has been sealed for 50,000 years.
But he didn't stop.
Every 1,000 years,
a witch is born with the mark of his face on her back —
The Chosen Daughter.
Her destiny is to free him.
If he rises again:
Earth shatters.
The beauty of the blue planet will die.
A bridge forms between Heaven and Hell.
And Not even gods will survive.
---
Sam and Zyphus looked at each other, terrified.
This wasn't about Strom's shrinking.
This could be the end of the world.
Sam: "Zyphus… we need to stop her."
Zyphus: "Yeah.
Fun's over.
We have to tell the others…
before it's too late."
Chapter 8 — The Leader
Zyphus and Sam gathered everyone in the hall.
Books spread across the table.
Faces tense when explaining the lore and upcoming danger.
Zyphus ( Finally ): "And… yeah. That kid wasn't Strom's fan."
He pointed at Strom.
"It IS Strom."
The girls froze.
Dead.
Silent.
Traumatised.
They remembered EVERYTHING they said about him the whole day —
every roast, every complaint, every rant about his flirting.
Wraith: "…Strom? Is that really you?"
Strom: "Oh thank GOD. Yes. YES. I AM STROM."
Violet: "A-ah… I… I'm so sorry…"
Strom: "It's okay. Please don't remind me what you all thought I was. Just… leave that."
Astrid: "It's not our fault! It's YOUR fault!"
Strom: "Can we PLEASE find her now? I want my prime form back!"
Wraith: "Who the hell told you to wander alone with her!?"
Strom (dry throat): "I-I was just showing basic kindness…"
Wraith: "You're DONE after today. Fully cooked. Charred."
Strom: "…I hope so."
---
Time to Move Out
Everyone grabbed their gear — armor, weapons, charms.
But the girls did NOT pick Strom up this time.
Strom: "Really? THIS is your love!?"
Wraith: "You can walk."
Strom: "I'M ADDICTED TO YOU, MOMMY."
Wraith: "No."
So the mini-knight marched on foot while the team searched for Yeyna.
---
The Clue Nobody Noticed
Violet: "Wait… last time we only asked OLD villagers, right?"
Astrid: "Yeah, so?"
Violet: "We didn't recognise Strom because he's a kid.
So what if the new faces aren't NEW villagers at all?"
Wraith: "They're old people made young by her spell!"
Violet: "Exactly!"
Zyphus: "Then let's go."
---
Searching the Town
Again they questioned people.
Again — nothing.
No one knew where Yeyna went, even though many admitted she healed them once.
Strom tried asking too…
but ended up drowning in attention from girls and women.
The mini-knight barely survived.
When they all regrouped, Strom had lip-marks all over his face.
Sam: "More than fifty girls in one day. Respect."
Strom: "SHUT UP. Did you find anything!?"
Astrid: "No clue. She vanished."
Wraith: "Sam, can you track her mana?"
Sam: "If I have something she touched because her mana signature is just too strong."
Strom: "My shirt!"
Wraith( offended ): "…Your shirt? HOW?"
Strom (instant regret): "She… touched my shirt a lot."
Wraith: "Oh, we're definitely breaking up."
Strom: "I'm sorry—"
---
Tracking the Witch
They rushed home, grabbed the shirt.
Sam performed the tracking ritual.
A bright flare of blue mana shot upward.
Sam: "Found her.
In the Dead Plains."
The Dead Plains.
The battlefield where gods once fought the Hell Knight.
A place cursed — stripped of beauty, life, and hope.
Astrid: "Let's go."
---
Arrival — The Witch Revealed
Evening fell when they reached the wasteland.
Dust. Bones. Cracked ground.
And there she stood.
Yeyna.
No longer the kind middle-aged beauty.
Now a witch with:
Two twisted horns, glowing red eyes, a dark metal staff and a demon-eye pendant
Yeyna: "So you finally found me. Interesting."
Before anyone could speak—
Zyphus blurred forward, shadow slicing the air.
In one swift motion:
stole her staff and shattered it with his spear
Golden life-force burst into the sky.
Zyphus: "Easy. Go home, witch."
Yeyna( laughing ): "That staff wasn't my power.
It was only a container.
I was planning to break it anyway.
Thank you for saving my time."
Everyone stared at Zyphus.
Strom was two seconds away from committing murder.
Yeyna: "Now my father will rise.
The Hell Knight will walk again.
And you fools came here alone…
to die."
Sam: "At this moment… I knew we must fight."
Strom: "ATTACK!"
---
Battle of the Dead Plains
They charged, but Yeyna's mana was overwhelming.
She cast spell after spell, every strike fast, brutal, precise.
Her golden demon-metal bracelets blocked attacks effortlessly.
But Strom saw an opening.
Kid body or not — reflexes of a warrior.
He leaped up, snatched her pendant —
Yeyna: "HEY! That's mine!"
Strom (running): "Sorry, lady!"
Instead of fighting, Strom sprinted into the dark forest…
Because he remembered:
The golden dust — his stolen life force —
went into the pendant, not in the staff.
That pendant held his age.
His strength.
His life.
His Prime form.
He ran straight toward a hidden dark cave…
The place where Strom kept his armor.
The Cave Forge.
---
Awakening the Dragon Knight.....
He reached the cave, darkness swallowing him.
Strom fell in front of his Dragon Knight armor.
Placed the pendant on a stone.
With all his might — he lifted the heavy forge hammer.
One swing.
Two swings.
A roar of effort.
CRACK.
The pendant shattered.
Purple fire burst into the air as magic broke.
---
Back at the Plains
Yeyna's stolen life-force stopped rising.
It fell back into the earth like dying stars.
The ground trembled.
Yeyna staggered.
The team continued fighting — barely holding on.
Then—
A spear pierced the ground.
The Dragon Spear.
Pinning Yeyna in place.
Everyone turned.
A figure stood there.
Tall.
Armored.
Glowing blue energy leaking from the cracks in the scales.
Strom.
The Dragon Knight.
Prime form restored.
He Calls his spear back.
Eyes blazing.
Strom: "Let's end this bitch."
Chapter 8: The Witch's Game
The whole team charged at Yeyna at once, but the witch was already smiling. She knew this mission would have obstacles… and she had prepared for all of them.
Strom leaped first, spear glowing with blue energy—
But the moment he swung, Yeyna simply touched his forehead.
Thud...
Strom collapsed instantly.
Wraith: "WHAT have you done to him!?"
Yeyna: "You kids truly believe that's enough to stop me? You're strong—yes.
But not strong enough to defeat the Witch of Fate."
Strom rose again… but something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
His eyes were no longer glowing dragon-blue.
They were dark purple, empty, unfamiliar.
Yeyna: "Now he is mine. My Dragon Knight."
Zyphus: "Bro what— I have to fight this baster AGAIN!?"
Possessed Strom didn't attack Yeyna.....
He attacked on his own team.
Spear struck sword, spell, arrow, and shield all at once.
A one-man army. A nightmare.
Within seconds, everyone was pushed back or knocked down—
Everyone except Zyphus, who was fighting for his life.
Zyphus: "GUYS—HURRY—THIS DUDE IS INSANE—"
Sam: "We can't defeat him!"
Astrid: "Strom is attacking us… because of that bitch!"
Wraith: "Look at his eyes… that's not his dragon blue anymore."
Violet suddenly froze—an idea striking her.
Violet: "Wait… Strom has a natural shield, right!?"
Sam: "What natural shield?"
Zyphus (mid-swing): "TALK FASTER PLEASE—"
Violet: "He told me! Magic in his blood protects him—"
Wraith: "Yes. Dragon Blood. It blocks outside magic."
Violet: "Then why isn't it working!?"
Astrid: "It only works when he's angry!"
Sam: "But his curse is gone… it's not easy to ignite his rage."
Violet: "Do something! He'll kill Zyphus!"
Sam suddenly smirked.
Sam: "Actually… I have an idea."
Violet: "WHAT idea!?"
Sam: "Strom loves Wraith more than his own life.
If Yeyna hurts her… he'll break free."
Astrid: "How do we even do that!?"
Sam: "Just trust me. Wraith, you need to act dead.
Astrid—grab her by the throat."
Astrid: "…Are you MAD!? He'll hunt me next!"
Sam: "Trust the plan."
Violet: "Please, Astrid. Please."
Astrid sighed heavily.
Astrid: "Fine."
She grabbed Wraith by the throat—softly, carefully—but from distance, it looked real.
Sam: "Violet, hide."
He cast an illusion then Astrid's body shifted—her form changing—
Until she looked exactly like Yeyna.
Strom turned...
He saw "Yeyna" killing Wraith.
Wraith collapsed to the ground, acting lifeless…
And Strom's mind shattered.
His breathing grew wild.
His hands shook.
The purple in his eyes flickered.
Genius, already hiding, whispered:
Zyphus: "Yep. I know that look. Someone's about to die."
A heartbeat of silence.
Then—
Strom roared.
His true blue eyes exploded back to life.
The hypnosis shattered like glass.
And without hesitation—
He attacked the real Yeyna.
Punch.
Elbow.
Kick.
Uppercut.
Spear Strike.
A brutal storm of hits.
The playful witch was now coughing blood, stumbling, screaming—
Because the Dragon Knight she tried to own was now trying to kill her.
And then—
The ground split open beneath them.
Purple and crimson flames erupted, climbing higher and higher.
The sky darkened.
A voice echoed from the void:
"I'm… finally… free."
Chapter 9: The Hell Knight
The earth didn't just shake—
It screamed.
A violent thunder ripped through the forest as the ground split wide open.
From the crack, two giant dark crimson horns pushed through, followed by a wave of burning heat.
Then he rose.
The Hell Knight.
Red skin like molten rock.
Blood-crimson horns.
Two glowing yellow eyes burning like sun.
Lava-veins crawling across his monstrous frame.
Even though only half of his body had emerged from the portal, he already towered above everything.
Over 250 feet.
A demon strong enough to make even gods tremble.
But Strom didn't hesitate.
The moment the monster is pushed out of the portal,
Strom slammed his spear directly onto its forehead.
Strom: "Go away, brat!"
Hell Knight: "A tiny insect dares to strike me?"
The demon swung a hand the size of a house, trying to crush him—
But Strom dodged with dragon speed and countered with another strike.
The others joined in instantly.
Zyphus and Strom struck like twin thunderbolts, but their weapons felt like tiny needles against the monster's skin.
Astrid and Wraith leaped onto the demon's arm, attacking with raw power—
But all they managed were scratches. Barely.
Sam and Violet launched spells and flaming arrows from the backline—
But the fire didn't work.
Lightning didn't work.
Nothing worked.
The Hell Knight didn't even fight back.
He simply watched their efforts like someone watching flies hit a wall.
The scariest part?
Now He was bored.....
Wraith slashed with her phantom claws.
Astrid dropped her sword and began punching with pure muscle rage.
Zyphus' Shadow Strike cut deeper than anyone else—but even that barely pierced the outer layer.
Strom unleashed spear combos with blue dragon energy.
Violet rained arrows—fire, ice, spirit, anything she had.
Sam cast lightning after lightning—but mana itself refused to hurt him.
Hell Knight didn't even flinch.
Hell Knight: "You cannot harm me, little ones."
Strom: "GO BACK TO YOUR PLACE!"
Hell Knight: "This is my place, boy. I belong to hell."
Sam: "Then crawl back there."
Hell Knight: "Too late."
He raised his hand—
And cast a single spell.
BOOM.
A shockwave of hellfire erupted in all directions.
Everyone was thrown like ragdolls.
They slammed into rocks, grass, dirt—
Except Violet, who crashed directly into a tree trunk.
Violet (in pain):
"Mother fuc—"
(She collapsed)
Zyphus staggered up and tried again—Shadow Strike ready—
But the Hell Knight's barrier shattered his strength instantly, draining him dry in seconds.
Astrid hurled her sword with full force.
It bounced off.
Strom and Wraith attacked with their fastest, sharpest combo—
No damage.
Sam cast a physical enhancement spell at the demon—
But the Hell Knight was immune to mana itself.
Sam (shaking): "He… he's immune to magic…"
Strom roared in frustration.
Strom: "Why aren't the gods helping us!?"
Hell Knight: "Because they fear me. No god can stop me."
He let out another blast of hellfire—
BWOOM
Sending everyone crashing back again.
This time, nobody moved.
The Hell Knight stood alone, towering over them all.
Hell Knight: "I am beyond this world."
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Suddenly—
BOOOOOOM!
A massive blue asteroid—glowing like a fallen star—came crashing from the sky, slamming straight into the Hell Knight.
The ground violently shook.
A shockwave tore through the air.
Dust exploded in all directions.
And for the first time—
The Hell Knight actually grunted.
Chapter 10 It's not a Fire Strike
The battlefield was silent…
Only the sound of warriors groaning, dying, breathing through broken ribs.
And then—
CRACK—BOOOOOM!!
The earth split open like a broken bone.
A massive claw burst out of the dust and hooked itself into the Hell Knight's horn.
Before the demon could react—
THRAAAASH!!!
A colossal dragon fist smashed into his jaw, bending the titan's neck sideways and sending molten blood spraying like lava rain.
Dravyss had returned.
No warning.
No dramatic speech.
No mercy.
Just raw, ancient violence.
Hell Knight roared, teeth glowing like molten metal.
Hell Knight: "Who DARES—"
Dravyss ripped into him again, claws carving lines across his chest deep enough to expose bone glowing with lava.
Dravyss: "Shut up."
She punched him again—so hard the shockwave blew trees and rocks into powder.
The Hell Knight, feared by gods, swung a fist the size of a mansion.
Dravyss ducked under it like it was nothing, then bit into his arm, tearing off a chunk of demonic flesh and spitting it out like trash.
Hell Knight staggered.
For the first time… he looked confused.
Strom (barely standing):
"Mom…?"
Dravyss grew, her muscles and scales expanding, cracking the ground beneath her.
250 feet.
300 feet.
Her wings blocked the sky like a living eclipse.
She grabbed the Hell Knight by the neck with both claws and dragged him across the battlefield, carving a trench miles long.
Hell Knight: "RELEASE ME!"
Dravyss slammed his skull into the earth.
CRAAASH—!!
A crater formed.
The ground shook like a dying animal.
Dravyss lifted him again, ready to rip him fully out of the portal… but Strom shouted:
Strom: "MOM! STOP—NOT LIKE THIS!"
He was right.
If the Hell Knight entered fully, even Dravyss might fall.
She didn't stop fighting, but she didn't pull him out.
She just restrained him, holding the titan like a chained beast.
Strom turned to the team—bloody, limping, breathing like dying wolves.
Strom: "FIND THE WITCH. NOW."
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The Search
Zyphus and Sam scattered like shadows.
Broken trees, crushed ground, burning soil—no sign of her.
Then Strom found Violet.
Not standing.
Not fighting.
Collapsed.
Bones bent wrong.
Blood dripping from her lips.
Her eyes barely open.
Strom didn't think.
He scooped her with trembling arms.
Strom: "Not again…Violet."
He carried her behind a massive cracked boulder and stabbed his glowing blue blades around her like a protective cage.
Wraith sprinted over, breathing fast, sweat dripping.
Wraith: "I found Yeyna. Astrid and me are ending her tonight."
Strom: "WRATH—NO! She will be prepared now!"
Wraith: "We don't care. She'll die, we girls can handle that."
She darted away before he could finish.
Strom cursed and charged after her—
—but Zyphus and Sam appeared from different directions.
Sam: "…She's hiding too well."
Zyphus: "The girls said they found her. But where?"
Strom: "I DON'T KNOW either!"
Zyphus froze again: "…Where's Violet?"
Strom: " She's Safe. Trust me."
They split again, running in different directions—
—but Astrid and Wraith had vanished.
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Meanwhile… At the Portal
Dravyss and the Hell Knight were in full monster mode.
No skill.
No technique.
Just pure god-tier savagery.
The Hell Knight grabbed Dravyss' chest stone, trying to rip it out—
She snarled, twisted her torso, and tore half of his arm open with a claw swipe.
Blood—thick glowing magma—splattered everywhere, melting the ground.
Hell Knight: "ENOUGH!!"
He blasted hellfire point-blank into her face, flames bright enough to blind mortals.
Dravyss walked through it.
Unbothered.
Smiling.
Dravyss: "You call that fire?"
She leapt onto his back—
—grabbed both of his horns
—and with a roar that shook the sky:
CRRAAAAAACK—!!!
She SNAPPED BOTH HORNS CLEAN OFF.
The Hell Knight screamed, a sound like collapsing mountains.
He thrashed.
He roared.
He clawed at the ground.
But Dravyss held him down, forcing his head into the dirt like she was grounding a disobedient child.
And Strom realized—
This was it.
The moment to end it.
CHAPTER 11 – THE PORTAL
The team had split across the Dead Planes, everyone searching for Yeyna.
But Strom…
He wasn't hunting the witch.
He was hunting for Wraith and Astrid.
Zyphus and Sam scanned every inch of the forest, tearing through bushes, smelling mana trails, sweeping every corner.
Then Strom saw it—
A cave.
Not just any cave.
The entrance pulsed with a faint purple glow, like a heartbeat full of curses.
Strom: "Yup… this screams trouble. Perfect."
Without thinking, he sprinted straight inside.
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Inside the Cave
Silent. Cold.
Purple light flickers deeper inside like a dying star.
Strom stepped forward—
And froze....
There they were:
Wraith and Astrid
Chained.
Bruised.
Beaten.
Utterly humiliated.
Knight couldn't hold his laugh.
Strom: "Wow! Two fools fell for witch bait."
Astrid (furious): "What do you mean!?"
Strom: "I TOLD you to find her, not to fight her. But no… our strong girls, with unlimited confidence—look what it got you."
Wraith: "Free us. NOW."
Strom: "Yeah great idea—free you so you get fooled again. Genius."
Astrid: "It's not our fault! She plays mind games!"
Strom (pointing at Wraith):
"And YOU—brainless bitch! I said wait for me, but nope! 'We girls can handle it.'
Perfect job. Flawless performance. 10/10."
Valkyrie's eyebrow twitched. Venom rising.
Astrid (whispers): "When we're free… you don't have to kick him because I'll do it myself ."
Wraith (dead serious):
"Good. Saves me energy."
Strom kept ranting for fun—
Until his eyes flickered purple again.
A shadow shifted behind a rock.
Out stepped Yeyna, smiling like a twisted angel.
Yeyna: "My Knight came back to me."
Wraith: "WHY do you want him so badly!?"
Yeyna: " Because HE CARES FOR ME. He asked if I was okay.
No one ever cared—
No villagers.
Not my people.
No one."
Her voice cracked, then twisted into obsession.
Yeyna: "He made my heart warm. He made me feel alive.
I'll steal him.
I'll protect him.
I'll keep him…
Even if I have to kill ALL OF YOU."
She raised her hand—spell boiling—
THUNK!
A blue blade pierced her throat before the spell even formed.
Yeyna's eyes widened.
Blood poured.
She dropped, choking, collapsing into her own pool of crimson.
Strom collapsed right after her—spell connection breaking the moment she died.
Wraith and Astrid snapped their heads toward the entrance.
There she stood.
Violet.
Bleeding.
Bruised.
Bones cracked.
Walking like she survived a war—but her aim is still perfect.
Violet (cold smirk):
"Goodbye… bitch."
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Meanwhile — At the Portal
The Hell Knight was already broken.
Bones shattered. Flesh torn.
But he refused to fall.
Dravyss stood unfazed, towering over him like a titan made of fury.
Hell Knight (panting, snarling): "Even gods FEAR me! No one can stop me from ruling this world! WHO ARE YOU!?"
Dravyss stepped forward, her shadow swallowing him.
Dravyss: "I am Dravyss.
The Guardian Knight of Aeltharion."
Hell Knight: "A… goddess?"
Dravyss (slamming her fist into his jaw): "No. I'm just a baker mom."
Crack.
His jaw bent sideways.
Then—
The air screamed.
Yeyna's death ruptured her anchor spell—
The portal destabilized—
CRRRRRRRRRACK—SHLASH!
The portal closed instantly, slicing the Hell Knight in half.
The demon who ruled Hell.
The butcher of immortals.
The nightmare gods feared—
Now lay in the dirt, half a corpse, unable to move.
Dragon cracked her neck.
Dravyss: "What a welcome after my vacation."
AFTERMATH
Strom's eyes slowly opened.
Blurred shapes… voices…
Then everything cleared.
The whole team was there—
smiling like idiots.
Zyphus grinning the widest because he had already explained EVERYTHING to Dravyss.
Strom (groggy): "Are we… dead?"
Wraith: "Nah. Not yet. But I'm sure you WILL die—
Mommy's favourite boy."
Strom: "She hypnotised me! It's not my fault, okay!?"
Astrid: "'Not your fault'?
Wow you stole her HEART in one meeting and now acting innocent?"
Dravyss crossed her arms with the disappointed-mom aura of a whole culture.
Dravyss: "Son… I heard you were flirting with a woman twice your age.
Huh? Naughty boy."
Strom (dying inside): "Can you ALL stop roasting me, I just woke up ten seconds ago and my team is cooking me."
Wraith casually pinched his cheeks again just to annoy him.
Wraith: "Actually… you're still cute."
Strom: "STOP TOUCH—"
Violet limped closer—bleeding, bones cracked, still acting like it was Tuesday.
Violet: "Anyway… after all this chaos, I think I need a full-body treatment."
Sam( jocking ): "I can resurrect her if you want."
Astrid instantly grabbed Sam by the collar.
Astrid: "OH? You want HER now?"
Sam (panicking): "No no no! I'm ONLY yours, Valkyrie!!"
Everyone burst out laughing.
The stress, the fear, the insane battles—
all fading into chaotic, warm family energy again.
They saved the world.
They closed the portal.
They killed the Hell Knight.
And they took zero credit.
Because the only person who could brag about it…
Is currently being bullied to death for flirting with random women.
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The Dragon knight Saga ARC XXXIII final explanation:-
Lore of The Hell Knight & Yeyna
The Hell Knight is a nightmare not connected to The Demon lord — an ancient, unknown entity whose strength terrifies even gods. The gods barely managed to capture him, but none were strong enough to kill him. Only Dravyss stands above that level, a guardian so powerful she can do things even gods fear to attempt.
Every 1000 years, a witch is born with a cursed mark — the sign of the Chosen Daughter, destined to release the Hell Knight. But no witch ever succeeded because of the impossible rule of the curse:
"To free the Hell Knight, it requires life force… but without killing anyone."
Most witches misunderstood "life force," thinking it meant the soul. But it actually meant the time a person has lived — their moments, their age.
Yeyna was the first to discover this truth. She learned to absorb life force without taking lives, but her people rejected her before she could even share her discovery.
Yeyna's mother had also been a Chosen Daughter, and when Yeyna was born with the same mark — ( Every 1000 years a chosen daughter was born but in Yeyna's case it was different she was born after 32 years only )— other witches called her a cursed omen. After her mother's death, Yeyna grew up alone, unloved, and unwanted. She searched for affection, but everyone avoided her… until Strom.
Strom, who is always polite to women, treated her kindly without judgement. She misunderstood his kindness for something deeper — the first warmth she had ever felt from another person. That's why she grew attached, why she defended him, and why she never tried to kill him even when he attacked her. She only protected herself.
But loneliness twisted her. Rejection broke her. And in the end, she turned fully to darkness, choosing to complete the ritual her mother could never finish.
Meanwhile, Violet wanted revenge because Strom suffered. Zyphus nearly died by Strom's hands. The team was torn apart by Yeyna's choices.
And thus, the tragedy of Yeyna — the only witch who discovered the truth but was never given love — became the spark that awakened the greatest evil the world had forgotten: The Hell Knight.