As Erevas strained against the beam, his arms trembled violently. The force was finally weakening—just a fraction—but it was still enough to tear him apart if he slipped even once.
"Hey—guys! A little help here!" he shouted through gritted teeth. "I'm struggling to parry this—and I can't hold it forever!"
Kalanthos's body was nearly gone, the Devouring Shadow pulling him deeper toward oblivion. Only his head and the last flicker of that deadly beam remained—
Until a streak of white light cut through the chaos.
Lumeria appeared behind him, blood still dripping from her wounds, veins still glowing sickly green—yet her stance was unshakably firm. With a single radiant swing of Excalibur, she severed Kalanthos's head cleanly from what was left of his body.
The beam cut off instantly.
Silence crashed over the battlefield.
Erevas staggered as the pressure vanished, nearly collapsing, his katana lowering as exhaustion washed through him like a tidal wave. His breathing was ragged—his body trembling from the cost of the Glutton Shadow and the desperate block.
But the light was gone.
Kalanthos was no more.
"Finally… it's over," Erevas breathed. "It's finally over."
He sank to the ground, letting the weight of everything—every wound, every sacrifice, every death—crash down on him at once.
As he sat there beneath the blood-red sky, he wondered what came next. What life looked like after surviving the Devourer of Ten Thousand Suns. He'd probably be praised—hailed as a hero—for a decade or two. Maybe longer.
"Hey," Lumeria called softly, stepping toward him. "We survived this… my love."
Erevas looked up at her, the Holy Beauty herself—battered, blood-stained, glowing faint green from the poison still crawling through her veins.
Yes… it seemed Erevas and Lumeria were in love.
"Yes… we did," Erevas replied softly.
Lumeria's lips trembled—and tears began to spill down her cheeks. She didn't sob, didn't wail… just silently cried, the kind of tears that came only after too much pain for too long.
After everything they'd lost, no one could blame her.
If anything… crying was the most human thing she could have done.
The war for humanity had begun ten years ago—
back when people first started awakening supernatural abilities,
and soon after, when the Gates appeared.
Strange portals tearing open the sky, spilling monsters, disasters, and calamities beyond imagination.
And now… the war's greatest nightmare had finally been slain.
"..."
"Hm? Did you say something, Lumi?"
Erevas leaned slightly toward her, concern written across his tired expression.
Lumeria's hands still covered her face.
Then—
"Hahaha…"
A sharp, unhinged laugh tore from her mouth, wide and jagged.
When she lowered her hands, there was a feral grin carved across her face—one that didn't belong to the gentle, holy beauty from moments before.
"I'm tired as fuck," she said, voice dripping with venom. "And this fucking monkey still acts like this."
Her tone shattered the fragile peace around them.
"I'm tired of acting."
The atmosphere shifted instantly—heavy, cold, wrong.
Even the blood-red sky seemed to dim as her words echoed across the battlefield.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, you bitches?" Lumeria snarled, voice twisted with malice. "He's so weak right now he can't even sense the killing intent in the air."
Erevas froze.
What—?
But before the thought could fully form, ten of his comrades—people he had just fought beside, bled beside, trusted with his life—lunged at him with murderous intent so thick it felt like a physical weight.
Their eyes were cold.
Their expressions merciless.
Their killing intent—real.
Erevas's instincts screamed.
He moved—barely.
Their combined strike tore through the space he'd been standing in an instant earlier, blades and abilities ripping the ground apart as Erevas rolled away, heart pounding, mind reeling.
What… what is happening!?
Lumeria flashed behind him, Excalibur raised high, ready to cleave him clean in half.
Erevas spun and caught the strike—
but barely.
The force still sent him skidding back, boots carving trenches in the blood-soaked earth.
"What are you doing…? Are you being brainwashed?!" Erevas shouted, voice cracking. "There has to be something wrong—my comrades wouldn't act like this! They wouldn't—"
His words broke as tears spilled down his face.
Because the killing intent radiating from them was real.
Cold.
Sharp.
Focused entirely on him.
They wanted to kill him.
Every single one of them.
But why?
"You wanna know the reason?" a deep voice growled.
Caius Thorne stepped forward, a mountain of a man wielding a massive, thunderous hammer. Its head glowed a brutal yellow, aura pulsing with vicious purpose.
His eyes were empty of warmth—filled only with hatred.
"Because we're afraid of you," Caius said, voice rumbling like distant thunder. "We're afraid of what you can become. Afraid of what you're capable of. So we decided we'd just murk you here and now—lessen the burden on the people of Twilight."
Twilight.
Their home.
Their world.
And the Twelve Sigils—
the heroes celebrated across continents—
were now pointing their weapons at one of their own.
"You're afraid…?" Erevas repeated quietly.
His face dipped forward, shadow hiding his expression. No one could see his eyes, his trembling lips, or the pain twisting inside him.
But the Sigils didn't care.
They didn't pause.
Didn't reconsider.
Their intent was clear—
cold and murderous.
They wanted to kill him.
"I'll show you what you're afraid of," Erevas whispered, voice low and trembling with a grief so sharp it bordered on madness. "And I'll cleave you into pieces… until you're past recognition."
He vanished.
A flicker—
a blur—
a whisper of shadow.
Then he appeared behind Caius.
SHHK—
Caius's head flew clean off, spinning through the air before hitting the ground with a dull, final thud.
The other Sigils flinched.
Erevas should not have been able to move like that.
Not after Glutton Shadow.
Not after that beam.
Not in his condition.
Those movements alone should've killed him—
But he didn't stop.
He couldn't stop.
He flashed again—straight toward Rain Solblade, the Solar King, the man whose light could ignite mountains.
Rain barely raised his blazing blade before Erevas's katana—now glowing with a violent purple aura—cut through him in a brutal, merciless sequence.
One slash severed his arm.
Another tore through his ribs.
A third cleaved him open entirely.
Rain collapsed in pieces, golden blood sizzling on the ground.
Erevas stood over the remains, chest heaving, eyes hollow.
He was breaking—
and killing—
at the same time.
"Gravity Eclipse!!" one of the Sigils roared.
A miniature purple sun erupted into existence above the battlefield, its surface writhing with violent gravitational flares. Beams of compressed gravity shot out in every direction—each one strong enough to crumble mountains.
They tore toward Erevas.
He dodged the first—
then the second—
then the third—
But the sun reacted, splitting into multiple smaller spheres of condensed gravity, each one screaming toward him at blinding speed.
Any normal hunter would have panicked.
Any human would have despaired.
But Erevas… looked calm.
Too calm.
As though none of this were happening at all.
He raised his katana—its purple glow deepening to a near-black—and cut through every gravity flare with clean, effortless strokes. Each swing tore open the air itself, sending ripples of void energy crackling outward.
Then he jumped.
The ground shattered beneath him, blasting apart in a ring of shockwaves as he launched himself skyward. The sheer force of his leap sent cracks spiderwebbing through the battlefield.
He reached the miniature sun in mid‑air—
paused for a heartbeat—
and then slashed downward in a single, decisive arc.
SHHRAAAK—
The purple sun split cleanly in half.
A deafening explosion erupted, a blinding burst of gravitational force ripping the sky apart and raining violet sparks across the battlefield like dying stars.
To think the mighty Erevas could lose his composure long enough to leave an opening—
Lumeria almost laughed at the absurdity as she hung in the air beside him, her blade already buried in his back. A clean strike. A betrayal years in the making.
Her voice dripped with cold triumph.
"Even you fall, Erevas."
Erevas staggered, coughing up blood as he glared over his shoulder, eyes burning through the agony.
"I'm not done yet… you fucking traitor," he snarled.
But the truth was carved across his body—he had let his guard down. And the other Sigils did not miss their chance. Their techniques were already converging, a barrage of power screaming toward him. Erevas couldn't dodge, couldn't block—not with wounds that felt like they had scraped against the core of his soul.
Yet he smiled.
A brutal, blood‑stained smile.
"Pray I don't come back," he whispered. "Or worse—pray I don't regress like those novels we used to read, Lumeria. Because if that happens… pray to your ancestors, your gods, your whole fucking bloodline—"
His aura flickered like a dying star.
"—because I'll kill every last one of you again. Slowly. Mercilessly."
The attacks hit him all at once—
And Erevas died.
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