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We move to the destroyed battlefield near the volcano, where dust filled the place. Suddenly, three figures appeared: Zeldaris, with his arrogant smile, his blood-stained body, and his overwhelming charisma. Next to him, his deputy Kur stared at the man lying on the ground, gasping for air and covered in blood. He was in a pitiful state. On the ground lay Fernando. His left arm and left eye were missing. He looked at Zeldaris with the gaze of someone dying.
Zeldaris laughed and placed his foot on Fernando's chest. He smiled cruelly and said, "Oh, Dark Lord, it's been a long time since I felt the thrill of battle. You've given me back that feeling."
His smile widened as he continued, "And that's why I'll give it back to you. I'll send you to your son in Hell so you can be together." He pressed his foot harder on Fernando's chest.
Fernando screamed in agony, sighed, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Merlin. I couldn't bring Yaman back alive as I promised." He closed his right eye, accepting his fate.
Zeldaris took out his club, coated it with magic, and intended to deliver a fatal blow. He whispered, "Enma," aiming at Fernando.
Then, the ground shook violently. Lava erupted from fissures, and volcanoes all around began to spew fire and ash, but one volcano erupted with more intensity than the rest — the Dragon Volcano. Kur and Zeldaris looked at it in astonishment, and even Fernando, with the corner of his right eye, saw the towering column of blazing lava reaching into the sky, illuminating the battlefield.
From the lava column, a figure began to emerge. Step by molten step, lava flowed around him as if parting for him, refusing to burn him. Smoke, heat, and fire became nothing to him. The battlefield froze in awe.
Yaman emerged. Lava clung to his face and body, yet he stood calm, his eyes cold, unwavering, focused on the three before him.
Kur whispered, "This is impossible."
Zeldaris, for the first time, looked truly shocked. "How is he alive? I threw him into the volcano. I was sure he would be dead!"
Fernando, bleeding and broken, lifted his right eye, filled with disbelief and awe. A small, proud smile spread across his bloodied face. "Oh my God… even death refuses you, you stubborn brat."
Yaman stopped, lava cascading around him like a crown of fire. His presence alone seemed to make the air vibrate. Red and black lightning crackled around him. The aura of his Dragon Slayer magic, combined with Gehinom's Lacrima, radiated unstoppable power. The ground trembled beneath his feet.
Even the ashes and rubble seemed to part around him, swirling in reverence, as if the world itself recognized the boy who had survived the impossible.
Zeldaris' grin faltered, a rare flicker of fear crossing his face, though pride tried to cling to him. Kur's eyes widened, disbelief etched into every line of his face.
And in that moment, the entire battlefield — every charred corpse, every scarred rock, every trembling volcano — seemed to hold its breath.
A hero had returned.
Yaman's gaze swept toward his father, lying broken but still defiant, and then toward Zeldaris. The silent message was clear: the fight was far from over. The world had not seen the last of him.
The battlefield erupted, not just with lava and fire, but with a surge of hope, power, and unyielding will. The shounen moment — despair overturned, impossible odds defied, a hero reborn from fire — had arrived.
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The battlefield became eerily silent, lava flowing over Yaman's body as if it belonged to him. The three looked on in shock, unable to move.
Then, a voice echoed in his head, sharp and sarcastic:
"Gehinom."
He said, "What a nice entrance, boy. Not bad."
Yaman smirked sarcastically. "If that's what you were going to say, stay asleep."
Gehinom sighed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You rude boy. Shall I teach you your first move in the Dragon Slayer Arts? Iron Magma Dragon Fist. Focus your magic on your fist."
Yaman raised his right fist, concentrating all his magical power into it. His fist glowed red, molten magma swirling across his skin like liquid fire. He smirked at the raw destructive power radiating from him, then looked at Zeldaris and said coldly, "Time to make the show more beautiful."
In a flash, he disappeared.
Everyone's jaw dropped.
Kur whispered, stunned, "He disappeared."
Even Fernando's eyes widened at the sheer speed.
Zeldaris looked around frantically, his blood still boiling from rage, then — in an instant — Yaman appeared directly in front of him. His magma-coated fist cocked back, gleaming like molten steel.
He smirked and shouted, "RED ROC!"
The punch slammed into the side of Zeldaris' face. His left side collided with molten fury, and he was flung backward, crashing into the ruins of his own guild. Dust and debris filled the air.
Everyone watched in shock as the devastation unfolded.
Zeldaris rose from the rubble, trembling with rage, then felt the searing heat on the left side of his face. His left eye had melted from the magma's touch. Pain seared through him, but his fury only grew.
Through his right eye, he saw the tattered flag of Cerberus fluttering amidst the wreckage. Memories of battles, suffering, and annihilation flashed before him — the long path that made the name Cerberus feared across Fiore.
He grinned, savage and feral. He stood tall, lava dripping from his armor and skin, and stared at Yaman.
"Not bad, you little bastard," he growled, "but now I'll show you just how terrifying Cerberus truly is."
He released a surge of magical aura so intense that even the ground quaked beneath it. Everyone on the battlefield broke out in sweat.
The tension was suffocating. The battle was about to begin.
Yaman's Magma Dragon Slayer Magic burned brighter than ever — as unstoppable, fierce,
The stage was set. Two powers, both monstrous, ready to collide.
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Zeldaris stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Yaman's determined, furious face. Then — a flash of memory crossed , catching Zeldaris off guard.
It was himself, long ago. A young boy, scared and running, tears streaking his face, whispering, "I just want to be free."
The memory stabbed Zeldaris' pride, igniting his fury. His muscles tensed, his club trembling with raw power, and he roared as he swung at Yaman. The strike landed, sending Yaman flying into the ruins.
Yaman hit the ground, then rose, feeling the Dragon Slayer Arts awaken inside his mind. Gehinom's voice echoed, calm yet commanding:
"You impudent boy, I have established the basics of the Dragon Slayer Arts in your head. Memorize them before it's too late. Now I will return to my sleep. I will wake when the time comes to take what is mine."
And then, silence. The voice faded. Yaman glanced at the clock in his heart — 10 minutes remained for this power.
He launched himself forward, magma coiling around his arms, his eyes blazing with determination.
"Dragon Claw!"
A massive claw of molten magma shot toward Zeldaris. He dodged, but shards of burning magma splashed onto his body, searing his skin.
Zeldaris growled, swinging his flaming club. The force of the blow sent Yaman flying across the battlefield. He hit the ruins but quickly rose, magma coursing through his body like living fire.
Zeldaris advanced, club raised and flaming, shouting, "Destroyer of Hell!"
Yaman slammed his arms together, forming a molten X. The magma burned and glowed as he blocked the attack, struggling under the sheer force.
Then, an idea sparked in his mind. He coated his foot in magma and struck at Zeldaris' waist.
"Dragon Claw!"
The molten kick slammed into Zeldaris, burning through his defenses. He roared in pain, staggering.
Yaman didn't relent. Lava flowed down his right arm, molten and lethal.
"Magma Dragon Wing!"
A blazing strike shot toward Zeldaris' face. He dodged, narrowly avoiding the molten onslaught.
They stood across from each other, magma and fire illuminating the ruins, eyes locked in a clash of wills.
Zeldaris grinned, savage and confident.
"You have some skills, brat, but that's not enough to defeat me."
The battlefield trembled, ash and smoke swirling, as the ultimate showdown between Magma Dragon Slayer and Cerberus' master erupted.