The King's Descent
The earth trembled as though it were shaking in fear of the catastrophe approaching.
Something fell from the sky.
A dark meteor?
No...
It was him.
Dark King III.
He descended into the heart of the battlefield.
The impact produced a sound as though time itself had shattered.
The wind stopped.
The light disappeared.
And the air became heavier than lead.
Before anyone could even understand what had happened...
He moved.
One step.
That was all it took for him to appear directly in front of Mark.
It wasn't merely speed.
It was as though time itself had disappeared.
One strike.
No one saw it.
But the air was torn apart.
Mark was launched through the air like a broken doll.
His body crashed into a massive boulder before falling motionless to the ground.
A terrible silence descended upon the battlefield.
Even Sirvan couldn't comprehend what he had just witnessed.
Then, with a voice filled with something inside him breaking, he shouted:
> "MARK!!!"
He exploded forward, his spear tearing through the air with swirling water energy.
Anger.
Honor.
Pain.
But he never reached him.
His attack collided with an invisible barrier.
As though the air itself had transformed into a surreal wall made of energy beyond magic...
Beyond reason.
Everything rebounded.
Without leaving a mark.
Sirvan gritted his teeth, gripping his second sword tightly.
His eyes glowed with the calm radiance of an ancient light.
He whispered a final sentence that no one else could hear.
A farewell.
> "If there is any light left within my body... let it burn now."
He planted his feet firmly.
Then raised his sword toward the heavens.
Three sacred circles ignited around him.
Celestial symbols began rotating and glowing.
The sky trembled...
As though it were preparing to cry.
---
Purifying Ray
Pure light pierced through the clouds, descending like a divine blade that tore through the darkness.
---
Sin's Repulsion
A burst of sacred light exploded like a spiritual bomb, forcing the darkness backward.
---
The Last Cry of Light
A cry that was not a sound...
But energy itself.
White light tore through the heavens, annihilating the surrounding shadows and igniting hope within the hearts of everyone who witnessed it.
---
Dark King III slowly raised his head.
His crimson eyes remained unchanged.
But...
His eyelid twitched.
For the first time, he frowned slightly.
He spoke calmly, as though cursing the entire world:
> "Light?... This world is still breathing this poison?"
Then—
He disappeared.
He reappeared directly in front of Sirvan.
The commander wasn't even given a second to react.
One strike.
Directly into the center of his chest.
An invisible force exploded outward.
The power was formless...
But catastrophic.
Sirvan's body was launched high into the air.
Then the force pulled him violently toward the portal—
and hurled him into it as though he were nothing.
Silence fell.
Despair spread across the battlefield.
Nero gasped.
Kartithia froze.
The soldiers lost all strength in their bodies.
---
Dark King III stood at the center of the battlefield.
Far away, Mark lay motionless.
He was still breathing...
Barely.
His eyes were half-closed.
The heat of his flames was no longer enough to ignite anything.
Because what was burning now...
wasn't his fire.
It was his soul.
Mark slowly looked toward the dark sky.
Then toward the portal.
He closed his eyes.
But he had not died.
Not yet.
---
Behind the King...
They began to emerge.
The Dark Soldiers.
They appeared human in form...
But there was nothing human left within them.
Their presence distorted the air.
Their footsteps were enough to make ordinary soldiers fall to their knees without even realizing it.
Nero collapsed onto his knees.
Kartithia screamed, desperately trying to wake Aether.
But Aether...
didn't move.
He was still unconscious.
---
The King's footsteps were slow.
Yet each one carried the weight of death itself.
With every step, the sky seemed to choke.
The sun disappeared behind violet clouds.
A coldness seeped into the bones of everyone who remained.
Dark King III stopped at the center of the battlefield.
He looked around...
As though he were observing the remains of a civilization that had already ended.
Then he spoke.
His voice was quiet.
Yet somehow...
the entire world seemed to hear him.
> "Let us begin..."
He paused.
> "The end."