Chapter 91: Our Win
Neraxis laughed, maniacal and unrestrained, echoing across the battlefield.
"Useless brat. Now see what I got for you."
Zzngh! THUD!
Ren Takeda lunged, taking Neraxis' Yellow Dash full force to shield Ishihara. The impact rattled the ground and sent debris flying.
Neraxis grinned, crimson eyes gleaming.
"Wanna play a hero? Sorry… you failed."
Ren staggered, blood dripping from his lips, his knees cracking beneath him. He breathed shakily, a faint tremor in his voice.
"Ishihara… you did well…"
Ishihara's eyes welled with tears, watching helplessly as Ren's body finally collapsed, still and silent. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath.
Neraxis laughed again, a cruel, bone-chilling sound.
"That's why playing hero… isn't really nice."
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Flashback
A vital spirit tore through the air, its jagged energy slicing violently toward his friend. Blood spiraled like crimson smoke, screaming in rage. Ren slammed a punch, shattering the vital spirit mid-flight.
I was selfish… Ren thought. I didn't want to help anyone. I didn't want to save anyone.
But today was different.
I saved Ishihara and Yura… maybe because… I was helpless against the Devil.
With a final glance at his fallen body, he whispered in his heart, "Farewell. I pass my belief on—our win."
The battlefield went silent, save for the faint echo of Neraxis' laughter.