Chapter 51
As the dust settled, Brylo slowly opened his eyes. In the very spot where the sphere had once stood, a man now stood—his snow-white hair gleaming, a smirk playing on his lips. He exuded both confidence and amusement, looking at Brylo as if he had just returned from death itself.
It was Sbyam Brius.
Brylo took a step back, muttering in disbelief:
"IMPOSSIBLE..."
Sbyam replied with calm mockery, slipping his hand into his pocket:
"The strongest has returned… Did youmiss me, real world?"
Brylo remained frozen, shock and fear written across his face, while Sbyam Brius stood with absolute confidence, as if he had been reborn.
In the silent corridors of the stone castle, Sbyam stood, gazing at Brylo, a smile slowly making its way across his face, as though it were the reflection of an old dream. But suddenly, his expression froze, replaced by shock and disbelief, as if a ghost from the past had manifested before him. At that moment, he whispered in a hoarse voice, his eyes wide open:
"Brylo?!... Are you alive?!"
Brylo, who was looking at him with similar astonishment, muttered in a trembling voice:
"Sbyam...?"
In a fleeting moment, a stream of memories with Brylo flooded Sbyam's mind. The images, the sounds, the moments—everything returned with intensity, and astonishment filled his features. Then, he spoke with a voice laden with longing, as though his words struggled to escape:
"I thought you were dead... My God, it's reassuring to see you alive!"
But Brylo, in contrast, lowered his head in sadness, as if the words were heavy on his lips:
"I'm sorry, Sbyam. But... I'm not that friend you once wanted."
Sbyam showed no hesitation, smiling warmly as though trying to calm the storm in Brylo's heart:
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that you're here, that you're alive."
A silence enveloped them, as if the castle itself had stopped breathing. Sbyam remained frozen before Brylo, while the latter stared at the ground, shrouded in a sorrowful mystery.
After a moment, Sbyam broke the silence with a voice full of concern:
"How long has it been since... I was contained?"
Brylo slowly raised his gaze and replied in a low voice, though it carried a heavy weight:
"One year... since the incident with Ronda."
Sbyam's eyes widened, and clear signs of worry appeared on his face. In a voice filled with tension, he quickly asked:
"My students... Are they okay?!"
He then suddenly turned toward the window, placing his hand on the frosted glass as he said with determination:
"We have to go! I can't leave them... I'll destroy anyone who stands in my way!"
The moment his hand touched the glass, it suddenly shattered into shards that fell to the stone floor with a sharp sound. As they were about to leave the castle, something unexpected happened.
Brylo, who had been standing behind him, launched himself with sudden speed and delivered a powerful punch to Sbyam's back. The force of the blow sent Sbyam flying out of the window, but he regained his balance in mid-air, floating in the sky.
Sbyam looked at Brylo with astonishment and confusion. This was not the man he knew. Before he could speak, Brylo coldly and sharply said:
"I told you... I'm no longer that friend. I have to kill you, Sbyam Brius. I won't allow anyone to interfere with the plan!"
Sbyam rejected his words, speaking angrily and questioning:
"What are you babbling about?! Do you think this is the time for a fight?!"
Suddenly, a violet vortex appeared behind Brylo, as if it were a gateway from another world. From within it, a massive dragon emerged, its deep purple color glowing like embers, its mouth open to swallow the air. In an instant, it unleashed a fiery beam, speeding toward Sbyam with incredible velocity.
The dense flames engulfed Sbyam's entire body, obscuring his features. The flames continued on their path, scorching the snow on the ground and leaving behind a deep crater.
But the flames quickly disappeared, revealing an image of Sbyam completely unharmed, standing firm amidst the rising ashes. He looked at Brylo with astonishment and disappointment, his voice soft yet carrying a deep shock:
"What are you doing?! Have you forgotten who I am?! You're the one who knows my power best. What are you trying to meddle with?!"
Brylo did not respond but stood frozen for a moment, his thoughts swirling:
"He's right... What am I doing? I am no match for him..."
Brylo began walking slowly, floating in the air. His voice was calm but deep, like a call from the depths:
"Sbyam, there is no fate in the life of Kaisima!"
Sbyam was confused, trying to comprehend his words, while Brylo continued with a more serious tone:
"We... we are no match for them. You need to understand that, and stop this desperate attempt to stand against them."
Sbyam responded with a tone of disgust, as if the words disturbed him more than any attack:
"Stop speaking in riddles! What are you trying to say?!"
But Brylo remained silent, his gaze carrying an unexplainable mystery, while Sbyam, who was ready to respond, felt things starting to spiral out of control.
In the midst of the cold air, Brylo suddenly disappeared as if he had evaporated into the void. Sbyam scanned his surroundings, his senses heightened, his eyes searching every inch around him. Suddenly, Brylo appeared next to him like a ghost and delivered a strong punch to his stomach. Brylo's fist collided with Sbyam's body, but Sbyam remained standing like a rock, not even a hair moved, as though his body were impervious.
Brylo yelled in frustration, his voice cutting through the air:
"Why do you keep protecting everyone?! We are no match for the World Sages!"
Brylo didn't give him a moment's rest, attacking again, throwing a direct punch to Sbyam's face. But as before, Sbyam did not move an inch, as if Brylo's fist struck an unyielding wall. Brylo, desperate and enraged, screamed:
"That sorcerer, Raizo... He has the Onoko contract! His power is unmatched because of that damned phantom!"
Sbyam's eyes widened in irritation, his brows furrowing as if a storm within him was on the verge of exploding. He yelled with a voice like thunder:
"Stop with this nonsense!"
In a swift movement, Sbyam raised his foot and kicked Brylo with force. Brylo's body shot forward like an arrow, crashing into the snowy ground, the winds howling behind him. He lay on his back for a moment, while Sbyam descended lightly from the sky, like an undefeated warrior, and said with anger and disgust:
"I will dedicate my strength to protecting my students and humanity from those monsters! And I won't listen to any more of your nonsense!"
Despite the pain, Brylo smiled faintly as he lay there, as though his sarcasm defied reality:
"To hell with your beliefs... You'll never change, will you?"
Sbyam approached Brylo, his footsteps heavy in the snow, leaving clear marks on the white surface. His eyes were fixed on Brylo, his heart filled with questions and anger.
Suddenly, Brylo rose with surprising agility, and violet sparks began to dance around his body as if they were a harbinger of a coming storm. Sbyam stood in astonishment, while Brylo spoke with a voice full of excitement mixed with mockery:
"Your students are now facing Spailo... And also Raizo! If you don't kill me now, you'll be too late to save them!"
Sbyam froze for a moment upon hearing the name "Spailo," as if the words were a treacherous stab. Worry echoed in his mind:
"Spailo?! Are my students facing him now?!"
Brylo didn't give him much time to think. He flew toward him with incredible speed, launching a fist loaded with power. But Sbyam, with a deft move, firmly caught Brylo's fist. Brylo stared into Sbyam's eyes, his intensity burning with a strange fervor, while Sbyam, speaking calmly yet with unwavering confidence, asked:
"What do you and Spailo know... that we don't?"
Brylo laughed loudly and then shouted:
"There's no time for chatter during battles, Sbyam Brius!"
Brylo tried to use his foot to kick Sbyam, but the latter whispered softly:
"The Immortal Mountain..."
Brylo's foot struck Sbyam with enough force to create a powerful whirlwind, splitting the surrounding earth and leaving a crack in the ice. Yet, despite everything, Sbyam didn't budge an inch. It was as if the mountain he referred to was the embodiment of his strength.
Meanwhile, Sbyam grabbed Brylo by the fist he hadn't managed to free, and launched him with immense force toward the castle wall. Brylo shot like a bullet, crashing into the stone wall. Small rocks fell from the wall, and blood flowed from Brylo's mouth, but, with unyielding determination, he stood up again.
He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his sleeve and looked at Sbyam with a tired smile, but one that was full of challenge. Inside, he thought with sarcasm:
"He's a monster, for heaven's sake..."
Meanwhile, Sbyam, from afar, was staring at him in disbelief, as if Brylo's actions were a puzzle he could not comprehend.
—
In the City of Beura
Destruction consumed every corner, as if chaos itself had painted a hellish masterpiece. Debris lay scattered, while thick plumes of smoke rose from the burning ruins. Blood drenched the streets, flowing like a sluggish red river, while flames devoured what remained of the city with insatiable hunger. The crackling of fire filled the air—ominous, terrifying—a requiem of devastation.
Amid this inferno, Moryo lay on the ground, his body trembling weakly, his hand charred as though fire had left its signature upon his flesh. His breaths were ragged, as if he were battling death itself to remain alive.
Not far from him stood Spailo, his posture unwavering, as if this destruction were merely an extension of his own presence. His eyes gleamed with a cold, detached light—he did not belong to this burning wasteland; he ruled over it. The air around him was unnaturally still, awaiting his command.
On the other side of the scene, Onoko stood in silence, no less imposing. His gaze was locked onto Spailo, sparks of fury flickering in his eyes as if trying to decipher his opponent's intent through the oppressive stillness between them.
Then, Spailo spoke in a deep voice:
"There's no need for this brutality. I will activate Obliteration—and the people of Kaisima will vanish before they even realize it."
Raizo responded with a devilish grin:
"Then hurry up. End it."
A sudden hush fell over Beura, broken only by the crackling inferno consuming everything in sight. Spailo's gaze remained on Raizo, his eyes carrying a mix of sorrow and apprehension, as if he knew that what was to come would be far worse.
He spoke again, his voice solemn—a dark warning:
"I will finish what I started before Moryo stopped me... But you need to step back, because you will not survive what happens next."
Raizo's reply came from Onoko's phantom, his tone laced with mockery and defiance:
"Don't worry... Do as you please! The power of Onoko's phantom is unaffected by the realms of techniques."
Spailo ascended into the sky with deliberate steps, his expression set in stone—a man who had made an irreversible decision. Thoughts churned silently within him:
"They're all weak... No one has been able to stop us. Will anyone dare challenge the authority of the World Sages?"
The ruined city remained eerily still, disturbed only by the occasional collapse of burning structures. As Spailo ascended higher, it felt as if the city itself bore witness to a defining moment. His thoughts pressed on:
"My realm allows me to protect only one person from this destruction… and I will use it to protect you, Moryo."
At that moment, a fiery red spark ignited within his eyes, a hidden blaze ready to erupt. Reaching the center of Beura's sky, his voice resonated—deep and commanding, as if summoned from the depths of the earth:
"Realm Expansion: The Unlimited Realm!"
Suddenly, a massive black barrier surged outward at incredible speed, enveloping the city and everything within it—Suero, Rashid, Kaso, Yamato, Moryo, and even Onoko's phantom. As the barrier solidified, crimson shards began forming in the air, frozen for mere moments before darting forward like a storm of ravenous, deadly serpents.
Spailo's expression twisted in shock as he noticed something unexpected, a realization that sent a chill down his spine:
"My family…? What the hell are they doing here?!"
But there was no time to think. The crimson shards spiraled into chaos, slicing through everything in their path without mercy. Buildings were shredded apart, crumbling violently to the ground. The very earth trembled under the weight of the destruction.
Humans fared no better—heads severed, bodies torn into grotesque fragments, painting the scene with rivers of blood.
Gale-force winds roared, carrying with them flesh, shards of glass, and debris, as if nature itself had chosen to partake in the madness. As everything crumbled, Spailo's thoughts burned with desperation:
"No matter the cost... I will protect you, Suero, to the best of my ability!"
Yet even that resolve proved insufficient. He watched in horror as the crimson shards sliced through Father Rashid, severing his head in a gruesome fountain of blood. The massacre did not stop there—his body was torn apart until nothing but scattered remains were left. The same fate awaited Kaso and Yamato, their bodies shredded within the maelstrom of carnage.
Slowly, the black barrier began to shrink, its energy compressing until it vanished entirely—only to explode in a blinding red light that surged skyward, a new, burning sun.
When the light finally dimmed, the horrifying truth was laid bare: Beura had ceased to exist.
Nothing remained. Only a barren wasteland, silent and devoid of all life.
Amidst the devastation, Spailo landed quietly upon the ruined earth. Silence consumed everything, broken only by the gentle fall of snow—a stark contrast to the chaos that had raged moments before. Beside him, Onoko's phantom stood with a mocking smirk, his gaze reflecting the destruction.
But what caught Raizo's attention was Moryo's body, untouched amidst the annihilation. Confusion flickered across Raizo's expression:
"He's unharmed? What's protecting him?"
A short distance away, Suero stood frozen, his mouth slightly open in silent horror. The scene before him resurrected memories of Ronda's destruction. His breath hitched, his gaze darting frantically, searching for his father, Rashid, his sister, Kaso, and Yamato.
But there was no one.
Only a barren, lifeless wasteland—a haunting, suffocating silence swallowing all sound.
End of Chapter.