Elevanour raised his sword to the side, his sharp eyes piercing through the aura that shrouded his resilient soul — realizing he didn't have much time left. His striking blue eyes began to glow; a faint white aura emanated from his body, his hair surging upward.
Without hesitation, he hurled his sword toward the sky, leaping after it with immense speed. The ground quaked, yet the wind remained calm — unmoved, as if respecting the perfect movement of Elevanour himself.
As he neared his sword, he kicked its edge mid-air with lightning speed.
"WOOOSHHHHH!!"
A drop of light gleamed from the blade — air shattered, the earth trembled, every living creature fled, trees swaying violently.
"THUMMMM!!"
The sword shot forth with unstoppable force, tearing the air apart — cracks of shimmering blue light glowing through the dark chaos of night.
"COME FORTH!! OH, SOULS WHO SWORE TO GUARD TRUTH FOREVER!!"
"AaaaAaAAAAAAA!!!" Elevanour screamed, pouring every ounce of his fragile human soul into the cry.
His face tensed; from below, he raised his arm toward the heavens — as if summoning countless chains ready to face thousands of trials.
Now, filled with ambition — driven by the will to save many lives — his conviction hardened. This battle... would never be forgotten.
...
A clash of metal echoed — and then, from the fracture above, millions of chains burst forth, drawn by his power: Chain Illusion Level 5: The Binding of the Forsaken Souls.
Trees were uprooted, the earth split apart — shattering like feathers scattered by the wind.
The chains moved like they were greeting their king — Elevanour. They shot upward, slithering violently into the sky that pleaded for salvation, reaching for the one blessed with conscience and power.
Elevanour descended, watching as the chains reached for the moon — to stop its terrifying movement. It didn't take long before the chains ceased extending — meaning they had anchored deep into the moon.
Through the energy coursing within those chains, the moon returned to its rightful orbit. Time resumed its flow — people began moving once more.
A mother and her child from the Kingdom of the Sun embraced in tears. Yet the mother froze — her son had aged five years in mere seconds. Shocked, she held his face in trembling disbelief.
"Ehhh?! My child?! This... this is impossible!!" she cried, hugging him tighter — as if clinging to her very world.
...
Elsewhere, Elevanour closed his eyes, yearning for peace. His right hand rested upon the chain — emotions and spirit in chaos.
He realized that battle wasn't as glorious as it seemed. It was sacrifice — endless, merciless sacrifice if one failed.
"This is only the beginning... but why do I already feel exhausted? Spiritually? Am I weak? Did I misuse this power?" he whispered to himself, lost in reflection — knowing this was just the start.
...
"Eughh..."
His eyes shot open — shocked.
Suddenly, his right arm — the one holding the chain — was severed clean off.
At first, he only felt a surge of air pressure — and then, before realizing, he was flung violently across the sky, crashing into the Kingdom of the Sun.
"SWOOSHHHHH! – THUMMMH!!"
He landed hard within the kingdom's defense post. Smoke rose around him — he had crash-landed into a regional command outpost.
"Ahh... Euhuk-uhukkk..." His once gentle blue eyes turned dark red, and his blonde hair faded into white — the color of hope.
His body bled heavily, bruised down his back, blood pouring from his severed arm.
Yet, without hesitation — he stood up. No adaptation, no delay. His instincts roared — ready to leap back into battle against the Demon that had just attacked him.
His furious stance created trails of yellow energy. With full confidence, he launched himself into the air.
Mid-flight, he noticed a dark blue light streaking toward him — he didn't think. His rage and determination had already fused into his being.
Chaos erupted.
Citizens jolted awake, soldiers rushed to their posts.
When they looked up — they saw it: two lights, red and blue, colliding in the sky.
Elevanour — the hero of unbreakable will — struck the demon.
"BUMBBBB!!!"
Air shattered. Winds exploded outward.
Panic spread among the people below.
The demon's stomach was pierced by countless chains; Elevanour's chains lashed from his back — but the demon managed to land a blow to his chest.
"Ughhh... Damn you!!!"
With a roar, Elevanour slammed the demon down to the ground.
"SWISHHH–THUMM!!"
But as he slammed the demon, he felt the same pain — sharing the agony of his foe. His body crashed down moments later.
The demon approached Elevanour's frail, bleeding form — and clutched his neck violently. Elevanour gasped, his strength fading fast — helplessly staring at his death.
"You have no right to wield such power," the demon snarled — rage overflowing.
"Arghh... I don't care... What's your name, you damn demon?!"
One eye closed, blood dripping from every wound — the hero of light faced his greatest despair.
...
"Zelga. I am the strongest, you know?" the demon sneered, lust for death gleaming in his eyes.
"Turns out you're quite weak..." Zelga muttered coldly, igniting his power — Light Fall — through his arm, void of all empathy.
"Of course I'm weak... Aren't angels too?!!" Elevanour's breath grew shallow; consciousness fading.
"You talk too much, pathetic scum!!" Enraged, Zelga unleashed Light Fall toward Elevanour's neck — the hero's hope fading away.
But then—
With his last drop of awareness, Elevanour whispered:
"Forgive me... Father, Mother... if I'm just... TOO STRONG!!"
Suddenly — Elevanour vanished!
He transformed into a dark energy creature — shaped like the three-fingered beast Zelga had once created!
"WHAT?!" Zelga shouted, horrified.
An illusion.
A masterful illusion.
Zelga — no ordinary demon — had been tricked into attacking his own creation!
Elevanour, the human youth with a resilient soul, had cast an illusion so powerful that even a being like Zelga couldn't discern reality.
Meanwhile — far above, in the night sky — stood the real Elevanour, uninjured, unbroken, his sword gleaming like a moon in harmony's embrace. His resolve burned brighter than ever, ready for his counterattack.
He smirked — calm fury burning deep inside him.
"YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"
Zelga snarled, eyes trembling in confusion and rage.
And then... he froze.
He couldn't even sense Elevanour's movement.
The wind whispered to Zelga—
"I am Elevanour."
In an instant, he appeared beside the stunned demon. His sword radiated the true light of the moon, encircling his entire body.
"Swooshhh!!"
The slash connected.
Zelga blocked with both arms — barely. Yet the force split the earth apart, winds howled, and the sky itself cracked — revealing the glorious full moon.
"ELEVANOURRRR!!!" Zelga roared, golden-dark eyes blazing, the tortured cries of angelic arms upon his back shrieking in madness.
With rage, he shoved Elevanour away with both arms.
"SWOOSHHHHH!"
"Arghhh!!!"
Elevanour flew back violently — but in mid-air, he stabbed his sword into the ground below, stopping himself, controlling the crushing pressure through sheer will and mastery.
Moments later, he unleashed everything within him — his very essence roaring: Fight to the death. Never underestimate your enemy.
Light flared from his chest; a black dragon tattoo crawled up beneath his eye, emitting particles of dark energy. His soft blue eyes turned into crimson death, his blonde hair fading into pure white. His entire body was wrapped in a blazing white aura — hair floating, energy surging.
"..."
A punch appeared before him — he deflected it instantly, countering with a perfectly executed slash.
Zelga parried, smirking, countering again with a vicious kick.
The citizens of the Sun Kingdom gazed upon the clash in awe — speed, skill, precision, power — overwhelming beyond comprehension.
They watched as red and blue lights danced across the sky like twin stars — truth and betrayal locked in eternal combat.
...
Elevanour kept striking — dominating.
Each slash landed true, his chains binding Zelga tighter each time.
Even his missed strikes bent nature itself in awe.
But his flawless rhythm betrayed him — he forgot to breathe. A fatal lapse.
Zelga saw his opening.
Reality bent — space and time twisted around Elevanour.
His eyes widened — and he was violently hurled away.
Zelga began chanting — manipulating Elevanour's very existence.
In an instant, Elevanour was cast into a dimension of the past.
"How boring," Zelga muttered, stretching his arms — smiling in twisted satisfaction.
He turned, walking toward the Sun Kingdom — intrigued by the mysterious aura that lingered there.
End of Scene.