Chapter 59
The Truth of the Battle
That battle had taken place hundreds of years ago.
It was a decisive war between humans and beasts — a thunderous conflict that changed the course of history forever.
In ancient times, beasts were not the enemies of mankind as the stories now claim. In fact, they had stood beside humans and helped them face a dark, overwhelming, and tyrannical power — a being whose mere existence was a catastrophe for the world.
That being was known as the Ruler — a celestial entity so mighty that no words could ever describe the magnitude of its strength.
Alone, humans could never have stood against such a being. So they extended their hands in desperation, begging for the beasts' aid.
And the beasts did not turn them away. They accepted the call, standing shoulder to shoulder with humankind. Together they fought a cataclysmic war that drenched the land in blood and filled the skies with screams. The battle raged for days and nights, as if it would never end.
And in the end — through their unity — the alliance of humans and beasts brought down that mighty being.
The Ruler fell, and silence swallowed the earth that had once trembled under an eternal war.
Years passed. Peace returned.
But peace among humans never lasts.
Driven by greed and hunger for power, mankind betrayed their allies — the very beasts who had saved them.
The reason was simple: the cores — the glowing jewels hidden within the bodies of the beasts.
Those cores were said to grant humans supernatural power. Some offered temporary strength beyond imagination, while others — rarer and purer — granted eternal power, or so the stories claimed.
Tempted by this allure, human desire festered.
Under the banners of the Four Kings, they raised their armies and launched a bloody crusade against the beasts. They slaughtered the young and old, male and female alike. They spared no one — not even children.
Within a few short years, the beasts were nearly wiped out.
But as with all things in nature, extinction is never absolute.
Some survived — hiding deep within forests, mountains, and shadowed caverns, nursing their wounds in silence.
Among those survivors… was Hayden.
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Years passed before Hayden finally emerged from his cave, his body healed, his strength restored.
Despite the betrayal of mankind, his heart was not entirely consumed by darkness. He still believed that not all humans were wretched. He still hoped that a few of his old friends were alive — that they, at least, had not turned their backs on him.
So he set out to find them.
His journey led him to a great city known as Han Ho, the City of Holy Light.
It was vast, home to more than two hundred thousand souls.
Hayden moved through its towering walls and winding alleys, cloaked in shadow, searching for familiar faces — for some trace of the past he once knew.
But what he found… was a nightmare.
Many of his old friends had died under strange, suspicious circumstances.
And those who still lived — the moment they saw him — their faces twisted in terror and hatred.
"Monster! A filthy monster!"
"Kill it! Don't let it escape!"
"Didn't the Kings say they wiped out the beasts years ago!? How did this vermin survive!?"
They attacked him with a frenzy that was anything but human.
Their eyes were empty. Their movements were unnatural — as if their minds had been tampered with, their memories erased and replaced with lies.
Hayden fought back only to defend himself, shouting in desperation:
"I'm your friend! Don't you remember me!?"
But his cries fell on deaf ears.
He could not bring himself to kill them — even after everything. His heart, though scarred, was still pure. He refused to stain it with the blood of the innocent.
But restraint came at a cost.
Wounds opened across his body as he was pierced and slashed again and again.
And then — a single scream split the air:
"Tell the King! Tell the King that the filthy beast lives! Let him bury it himself!"
Hayden froze.
Those words shattered something inside him.
His heart trembled between grief, rage, and despair.
He remembered that day — when the Four Kings had stood before him… when they butchered his kin, his family, his friends… when they left him nothing but ashes.
He remembered the whisper of that human King in his ear — a whisper soaked in mockery:
"From the beginning… we only ever saw you as filthy beasts."
Something broke.
Hayden turned to face the humans surrounding him. His eyes blazed crimson — burning like twin flames of fury.
He raised his hands and roared, a roar that split the heavens:
"Air Breaker!"
The air itself convulsed, twisting violently around his arms.
It compressed, glowing brighter and brighter until it became a seething sphere of annihilation.
The sky trembled. The earth cracked beneath his feet.
In his battle against the Kings long ago, Hayden had been strong — but never like this. Years of solitude and recovery had forged something monstrous within him.
If he had possessed this power back then… perhaps — just perhaps — he could have saved them.
Now, however, his fury knew no end.
He merged the darkness within him with his technique — his power rising to terrifying heights.
Blood seeped from his pores like mist, yet he smiled.
And then he screamed to the sky:
"Drain!"
The world exploded.
The heavens shuddered. The earth convulsed.
His unleashed power consumed everything.
Walls crumbled. Towers fell. The entire city of Han Ho — once home to two hundred thousand people — was erased from existence in a single breath.
When the dust settled, Hayden stood alone amidst the ruins, his body drenched in blood, barely clinging to life.
He had paid a terrible price… but he still lived.
Then — the sky roared.
The clouds swirled in violent fury, and the world itself seemed to collapse.
Too late, Hayden realized he had broken through the limits of mortality.
He had ascended to a higher realm — a realm beyond the understanding of both beasts and men.
But the heavens grant no power freely.
As he would come to understand — when one steps into a higher world, the heavens themselves descend to judge.
A torrent of divine, blinding light poured down upon him — sacred and merciless.
It burned him, tore him apart.
Hayden screamed, fighting back with everything he had — but his strength was gone. His body, shattered from battle, could no longer endure.
He made one final choice.
He struck his own chest, closed his eyes, and unleashed the entirety of his aura — the aura of his very world of power.
His aura collided with the divine light, absorbed part of it… and vanished.
His body plummeted — falling through realms:
From the World of Power,
to the World of Unity,
to the World of Yin and Yang,
until he finally crashed into the Heavenly Realm — the upper domain.
When the skies calmed, Hayden stood — barely.
His body was cracked like broken pottery, every breath a struggle.
He had lost everything — his strength, his ambition, his future.
From that day forth, he could never ascend again.
He had shattered himself — condemned to remain in the Heavenly Realm forever.
He retreated from the ruins, carrying what little remained of him — a shattered beast with a human heart.
And through the centuries that followed, only one question haunted him endlessly:
"Why? Why did the beasts deserve all this?"
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Decades passed. His body healed, but his soul remained broken — hollow and aimless.
Until one strange day…
He felt a power — vast and ancient — almost equal to the Ruler himself.
The heavens shook, the earth quaked… and then, silence.
He could not comprehend it at first. But years later, he learned the truth:
The earth had been divided into four parts — each ruled by one of the Four Kings.
And from that day forth… Hayden remained alone,
a forgotten remnant of an ancient war —
recounting his story to Sai Mo,
his eyes heavy with sorrow and loss.
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