The surroundings were silent.
But that silence—
was not peaceful.
It was the calm before destruction.
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In the middle of ash and flames—
Scy stood.
He didn't move.
He didn't speak.
But his presence—
was terrifying.
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His eyes—
no longer held kindness.
No mercy.
Only anger.
Only hatred.
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"…I'll wipe them all out."
he whispered.
But every word—
cut through the air like a blade.
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Suddenly—
he vanished.
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Within seconds—
he reached the forest.
The place where the attackers had passed.
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"I can feel you…"
he muttered.
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He closed his eyes.
And in an instant—
his aura spread.
Like waves.
Like a storm.
Searching.
Hunting.
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And then—
he found them.
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"…There you are."
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Deep in the forest—
a group of Class S stood.
Silent.
But suddenly—
they all turned in one direction.
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"Something's coming…"
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A presence.
Something they couldn't explain.
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"This isn't normal…"
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Then—
BOOM!
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The ground exploded.
And within the dust—
Scy appeared.
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Silent.
But his aura—
felt like death.
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"You…"
one of them spoke.
"…You're that kid."
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Scy didn't answer.
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Instead—
he looked at them.
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And in that gaze—
everything was there.
Anger.
Pain.
Revenge.
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"You…"
he said quietly.
"You're the ones who killed my family…"
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No one answered.
But that was enough.
---
In an instant—
Scy rushed forward.
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He held nothing back.
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His first target—
a Class S.
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Before the man could react—
he was struck.
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CRASH!
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His body was sent flying.
Blood spilled.
And he fell—
dead.
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"What the—?!"
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The others charged.
But—
it didn't matter.
---
Every move Scy made—
meant death.
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One.
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Two.
---
Three.
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No one could fight back.
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"He's a monster!"
one of them screamed.
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But Scy didn't listen.
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In his eyes—
there was only one thing.
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"Kill them."
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With a powerful roar—
his power exploded.
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The trees—
were cut down.
The ground—
split apart.
The air—
shattered.
---
And in the center—
stood Scy.
---
No longer a child.
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A monster.
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In just minutes—
it was over.
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No one remained.
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Except one.
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A wounded Class S.
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Shaking.
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"N-no…"
---
Scy walked toward him.
---
Slowly.
---
Without hurry.
---
Each step—
felt like judgment.
---
"Who gave the order…?"
he asked coldly.
---
The man didn't answer at first.
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But—
he felt Scy's aura.
---
And in that moment—
his will broke.
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"The… the kingdom…"
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"…gave the order…"
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"…to kill you…"
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Scy's eyes widened.
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"The kingdom…?"
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"They said… you are the…"
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"…Demon Lord…"
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Silence.
---
Then Scy laughed.
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"Haha…"
---
Soft.
But terrifying.
---
"I see…"
---
In an instant—
he finished the man.
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Silence.
---
No one remained.
---
In the middle of blood—
Scy stood.
---
"…If they want a monster…"
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Slowly, he raised his head.
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"…then I'll give them one."
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In his eyes—
there was no hesitation.
---
"I will destroy the kingdom."
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From afar—
someone was watching.
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A man.
---
Wearing a cloak.
---
He smiled.
---
"At last…"
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"The Demon Lord has been born."
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And in that moment—
the true war began.