Dragmor emerged from the flames, his body covered in burns, and his features cloaked in furious rage. His blazing eyes of destruction fixed on Ashura, and his voice trembled:
"This hurts… you insane lunatic… I'll return it to you doubled!"
Narrator: Dragmor was not merely the left hand of Queen Elythia… he was a beast disguised as a warrior. Any strike he received did not weaken him; instead, its power grew within, to explode back at his opponent many times stronger. For this reason, many considered him even more dangerous than the right hand, Falkoris.
He spread his mighty wings, before unleashing a thundering roar that pierced through the battlefield. The energy he had absorbed from the flaming skull transformed into a demonic blaze, many times larger than the original, surrounded by a dark aura. He roared as he hurled it toward Ashura:
"Taste your own flame… you lunatic!"
The attack rushed toward Ashura with insane speed. The ground shook beneath his feet as he screamed with madness, raising his hands to catch the incoming strike, but Dragmor's power was overwhelming. It forced him backward, smashing the rocks and rubble around him.
Ashura's body cracked as he screamed:
"How… dare you… steal my abilities!!!"
But the explosion consumed him entirely, a hellish fireball rising into the sky, lighting the battlefield as though a new day had dawned in the middle of the night.
Narrator: Ashura fed on his sick emotions, the envy burning inside him was his true weapon… thus, even as he was charred within the flames, he did not die, but laughed with madness.
From within the tongues of fire, his distorted voice resounded:
"Hhhhaaah… you burned me with my own fire?! Excellent… I want more… show me everything!"
As he spoke, his body began to crack apart, and from within erupted black flames, darker and deadlier than before, destroying Dragmor's attack.
But amidst the smoke and ash, Ashura's laughter rose, more deranged than ever. His charred body began to split apart, as though another monster inside was ready to break free.
Narrator: The Curse of Envy was about to appear… the more Ashura envied what was not his, the closer he came to his original form.
At last his body exploded, transforming Ashura into a terrifying demonic form: three faces, one sneering with mockery, the second grim, and the last twisted in mirth. Each one screamed different words, yet all carried the same madness.
From his body emerged six arms, every two wielding a different weapon: two swords, two spears, and two scythes.
He raised his six weapons at once, and the voices of his three faces merged into a single roar:
"Show me more… show me your strength… I'll crush you all!"
Dragmor clenched his fist, trembling with rage, thinking:
"This is no mere play… we must kill him here."
Falkoris' eyes widened for a moment before he said coldly:
"This… is dangerous."
Queen Elythia stared with grim anticipation. Her features did not change, but she thought:
"This monster… if we do not finish him now, he will cause us great trouble."
The bird-soldiers trembled beneath the weight of his dark aura.
Even the Narghul, fighting in the skies, faltered for a moment, as if before a new master of hell.
Ashura screamed in madness, the echoes of his three voices resounding across the battlefield:
"Come on… let's all play together!!!"
His six weapons rose into the air, swirling around him in a vortex of dark energy, saturated with envy and madness. Each face shouted different words:
"I will tear you apart!"
"I will devour you!"
"I will destroy everything!"
The weapons burst forth in every direction like shards of death. Rocks shattered into dust, the sky filled with black and red flashes, and soldiers collapsed one after another.
Narrator: Ashura's attacks were not mere power… they were a curse. Whoever was touched by the effect of his envy felt their heart weighed down, collapsing before the strike even reached them.
Screams of agony filled the field. Some bodies fell, others dissolved into ash upon the wind.
But amidst this hell, three voices rose in resistance:
Dragmor charged forward, his massive wings shielding against a wave of dark energy.
Falkoris split one of the attacks in half with deadly calm.
Aletheia spread her black wings, raising a radiant barrier that engulfed her soldiers and protected them from annihilation.
And yet, despite their resistance, all realized that what they faced… was only the beginning.
Ashura advanced, his three faces screaming with madness, his six arms swinging infernal weapons, and dark energy erupting from his body like an unending volcano.
Narrator: Ashura… was no longer merely a deformed creature. He had become the embodiment of the Curse of Envy itself. With this transformation, he became the strongest of the demon generals at this moment, a monster devouring every power he saw, turning it into a weapon against his foes.
He roared thunderously:
"Come! Show me your strength together! Crushing you one by one is boring… I want to destroy you all at once!!"
Dragmor leapt first, his blazing fist crashing into Ashura's chest, but the black scythe blocked it, striking back with a blow that made his chest bleed.
From the other side, Falkoris attacked, splitting one of Ashura's faces, but it reformed instantly as he laughed madly:
"Hhhhaaah! Is that all you've got, cold knight?!"
Falkoris replied with icy calm:
"Do not speak to me… demon."
As for Elythia, she raised her hand, unleashing a volley of radiant arrows. Some pierced Ashura's body, others he blocked with his weapons. Yet instead of pain… he licked his black blood, smiling with madness:
"Aaah… wonderful… your attacks are delicious… I want more!"
Narrator: With each strike he received, he did not weaken… but grew more feral. He no longer fought with reason, but had become a hurricane of madness, devouring all before him. Not even the right hand Falkoris, the left hand Dragmor, nor Queen Elythia herself… had ever faced such chaos before.
The battlefield shook with his triple laughter, as the three great warriors aligned together.
Falkoris: "This is no foe to underestimate… we must fight as one body, or we will all be crushed."
Dragmor: "This insane lunatic… I'll be the one to cut off his head!"
Aletheia: "I have assessed his strength… that's enough. It is time to fight seriously."