The land of Elyndra Island trembled as distant explosions rolled like thunder across the ruins. Smoke slithered through the cracked earth, curling upward like dying spirits. The sky itself seemed drained of color, swallowed by an eerie darkness that stretched across the battlefield.
In the center of that suffocating gloom…
stood a woman with her head bowed, her dark hair drifting like living shadows.
Veyra Nyx.
Commander of Division 4.
Bearer of Abyss — Dark Elemental LV2.
And before her, struggling to rise from shattered stone, was the man she despised most.
Dracx — personal guard of Xyron Inferno.
The one who ruined her life.
"Because of you…" Veyra whispered, voice thin with rage.
A crack split beneath her boots. Abyss surged around her like a living storm, black mist swirling, eating light until even the shadows seemed to suffocate.
Her eyes glowed an unholy crimson.
"Because of you…"
She raised her hand, trembling with hatred.
"I suffered for years. Today you must die."
The air pulsed violently as her aura thickened, pressing down like the weight of a collapsing sky.
Dracx wiped blood from his lip.
Then he smiled.
A relaxed, lazy smile, like a man watching a child throw a tantrum.
"Oh, Veyra… Veyra…" He shook his head with a soft chuckle.
"All this screaming… and still no power."
He cracked his neck, unfazed by the abyss swirling around him.
"You, compared to my Sister Kyren?" His smirk sharpened.
"Pathetic. Even for a Commander, you're nothing."
Veyra stiffened.
Dracx stepped forward, dust rolling off his shoulders.
"You're the weakest Commander among all five Divisions," he said calmly.
"A puppet. Raised by the nobles of Aetherin to dance on command."
That was the final straw.
Abyss exploded from Veyra's body.
Her scream tore from her throat as she dashed forward, her blows raining like demon claws in a frenzy. Each strike cracked earth, shattered stone—
But Dracx slipped between them with a cruel grace, weaving through darkness as if he owned it.
"Angry?" he teased, dodging another furious strike.
"That all you've got?"
Veyra's voice cracked into a roar.
Far across the battlefield, a cyclone of wind and dark light erupted.
Commander Seraphel slipped backwards, boots carving a trench on the rock. Kyren, the person Zero trusted turned out to be Dracx's younger sister & one of Xyron Inferno's guards, with flames dancing around her arms, pressed against Seraphel's chest, never expecting that she was a Spy all this time & had fooled Zero and Seraphel.
She flicked her fingers sharply.
"Division 2! Reinforce Division 4's front! Go!"
Seraphel lifted an eyebrow, amused.
"You dare give orders in front of me? To think you one of Xyron subordinate, I'm very speechless."
His voice dropped cold.
"You really are a child, Kyren. When I reached my prime, you were barely crawling in your crib."
Kyren snarled "Just die Old man, all about your planing with Zero i already inform at my brother",
But Seraphel no longer stood in his previous form.
Aetherin lineage stirred.
Her aura spiraled.
Her body shifted—growing younger, sharper, more regal.
Hair glowed faint, wind coiling around her gracefully.
Aetherin Noble Bloodline Form — Awakened.
The pressure of the air collapsed.
Kyren staggered, suffocating under her presence.
"T-This Aura…" she gasped.
"This… this feels like… Xyron Inferno's level?!"
Seraphel's lips curled.
"Brother!"
Kyren's panicked shout cut through the battlefield.
Dracx's eyes snapped toward him.
Without hesitation, he turned his back on Veyra and threw a brutal punch...
BOOM!
The blow sent Veyra flying through pillars of stone.
He didn't look at her.
His eyes stayed on Kyren.
"Stay behind me," he ordered, shielding his younger sister from Seraphel's killing aura.
Seraphel watched, expression unreadable.
"You protect him… because you know you can't survive alone."
Dracx turned slightly to check Kyren...
And the world split open behind him.
A crack in reality.
A slit of ink-black darkness.
Voidshade.
From within that abyss, Seraphel stepped out—silent, shadow-clad.
Before Drax could raise his hands...
SHLICK!
Her fingers pierced straight through his shoulder.
Black blood splattered across the ground.
Her voice echoed, doubled by Voidshade resonance.
"You stalk us from the shadows like a coward…"
He leaned close.
"Today, not even dust will remain of you."
Dracx grit his teeth, dropping to one knee.
Kyren roared...
"DON'T TOUCH MY BROTHER!"
But Seraphel had already ascended far beyond either of them.
Her aura surged...
Dark Elemental LV3 — Voidshade (Foundation Cycle)
fused with
Wind Elemental LV2 — Cyclone (Ascension Cycle).
A storm of black winds spiraled around her, merging shadow and tempest into one monstrous force.
The wind sharpened.
The shadows deepened.
Her power tripled.
She raised her hand.
The strike hit like a falling meteor.
BOOOOOOM!
Dracx and Kyren crossed their arms to block...
And were thrown like rag dolls, smashing through fortress ruins.
Seraphel descended toward them with death in her eyes.
His killing blow dropped—
But a massive, flaming hand caught her wrist.
Heat surged violently.
The ground trembled.
Xyron Inferno materialized before Seraphel.
Flames wrapped his arm like molten chains.
"Seraphel," he growled, voice echoing with demonic power,
"You have crossed the line."
Seraphel snatched her arm back.
"You accuse me?" he hissed.
"You nearly wiped out the Regalith Clan, the clan under Aetherin protection! You think Demon Lord Aetherin will ignore this?"
Xyron's voice stayed calm.
Too calm.
"You are not the one who decides justice here."
A whisper of narration bled into the battlefield's silence.
A Demon Lord,
A demon who mastered two Elemental LV3s at the Ascension Cycle.
A being feared even by upper clans.
Rare. Reclusive.
Almost mythical.
Xyron Inferno…
planned to bring one from Clan Xynthera into the world of Zerath.
To shift the balance.
To challenge Aetherin.
To dominate the Underworld and surface alike.
"The experiment you call a crime," Xyron said coldly,
"was approved by most of the Noble Clans."
He pointed at Drax and Kyren.
"Including two Demon Lords."
Only one objected.
Demon Lord Aetherin.
"So you," Xyron continued,
"have no authority to stop it."
Seraphel's fury ignited—Cyclone and Voidshade swirling like a storm.
"Approval doesn't justify slaughtering those under my protection!"
Xyron shook his head.
"You are blinded by sentiment."
Seraphel's eyes darkened to pure Voidshade.
"No more words."
He moved.
A fist wrapped in whirling cyclone blades and space-tearing darkness crashed toward Xyron.
Xyron raised his arm, Blackfire roaring to life.
KRAAAAAASH!!
Voidshade smashed into Blackfire.
Cyclone collided with demon might.
The shockwave split the earth.
The sky twisted.
Ground and stone vaporized under the pressure.
The war between
Commander Aetherin
and
Demon General Inferno
had begun.
Among the rubble, Veyra staggered to her feet.
Blood covered her. Bones cracked. Vision blurred.
But then,
Her veins glowed crimson.
Her wounds mended.
Her heartbeat deepened.
The Vyrinth Royal Bloodline awakened.
Her eyes turned blood-red.
Her nails elongated into sabers of living crimson shadows.
An aura of frozen blood mist drifted behind her like a cloak.
She looked toward Dracx and Kyren.
"You two…"
Her voice dropped into a predatory whisper.
"I'm not finished."
She vanished,
and the ground where she stood exploded.
The battle between them make the ground shatter,
Two shockwaves erupted at the same time.
At the sky:
Seraphel's Voidshade Cyclone punch clashed with
Xyron's full Blackfire release.
Meanwhile....
Veyra's Abyssal Bloodclaw collided with
the combined strike of the Drax & Kyren.
The land cracked.
The sky split.
The battlefield drowned in blinding white-black fire.