The dust, thick with pulverized stone, drifted down in slow, heavy curtains. The air was thick, suffocating, and every breath burned with grit. Morganna, her hands pressed against the trembling ground, forced herself to stay focused. Her Verdant Aegis of Eternus demanded every drop of her concentration, every fragment of her will. Yet beneath the spell's hum, a single, frantic thought clawed through her mind: Was it enough? Did it finally end?
Then, through the haze, she saw it.
A shape—a silhouette she had come to dread—emerged from the smoke. The outline sharpened, resolving into the twisted, familiar figure of DeathGod. A manic grin carved across his face, his presence distorting the very air around him. In each of his hands, limp and broken, dangled Thorn and Subaru. Their bodies hanging like marionettes with their strings cut.
DeathGod laughed, the sound splitting the silence like thunder. It wasn't just madness—it was mockery.
Morganna's breath caught in her throat. "No…" The word escaped before she could stop it. Her pulse spiked, and she pressed her palms deeper into the soil. The Aegis answered her call. From the ground, vibrant vines erupted, thick with glowing life-force, their emerald light cutting through the smoky gloom. They snaked forward with blinding speed, reaching for Thorn and Subaru.
But DeathGod was faster.
With a casual, almost lazy motion, he swung his arms and hurled both men aside. They crashed hard, landing just beyond the edge of Morganna's immediate barrier. The vines missed by inches. DeathGod dissolved into shadow before the tendrils could reach him—then materialized again, standing between Morganna and the fallen warriors.
He raised his hand and slammed it downward. The ground convulsed. A crushing wave of condensed shadow-mana exploded outward, slamming into Thorn and Subaru. The air rippled with invisible weight. Both men were forced into the earth, groaning, their bones straining under the pressure.
"Stop!" Morganna gasped, her voice breaking. Her entire body quivered under the strain of maintaining the Aegis. She could not move—not without shattering her own spell. Her mind raced. What do I do? What can I do? she hesitated.
DeathGod tilted his head, studying the two crushed men with amusement. "Subaru," he said softly, his tone dripping with venom, "you were such a fun catch. Who would've thought you'd still have tricks hidden away?" His grin widened. "Even when you were holding back, you still managed to dance with me." He chuckled, the sound warping into something ugly. "But tell me… why? Why do you still hold back?"
Subaru groaned beneath the weight, blood dripping from his lips. Thorn's fingers clawed at the ground, his muscles bulging as he tried to push up—but the invisible force only grew heavier. The earth itself seemed to press them deeper, on the grinding stone.
DeathGod crouched low, his shadowy eyes flickering with dark delight. "You ignore me…" He clicked his tongue, disappointed. "Well then, let's see if you can—"
He stopped.
A faint glow he hadn't noticed touched the edge of his form—a soft emerald shimmer eating away at the darkness. DeathGod's smirk faltered. He looked down. Where his shadowy feet met the ground, his essence was dissolving, the Aegis' pure life-force consuming the negative mana that made him.
He straightened, his gaze sweeping the battlefield, and finally realized the truth. The entire clearing—every root, every fragment of shattered stone—was within Morganna's domain.
"Divinity…" DeathGod muttered, his voice lowering into a tone that vibrated with dark amusement. "Oh, you paladin. Always clinging to your light."
Thorn's eyes burned with fury and fear. He could feel the shift—the sudden, merciless focus of DeathGod turning toward Morganna. He thrashed against the crushing force holding him down, his veins standing out under his skin. "Morganna!" he roared, the word scraping his throat raw. "Go! Leave us here!"
DeathGod began to move. Each step he took was deliberate, echoing through the ruined battlefield like a death toll. Shadows coiled around his remaining hand, twisting, solidifying into two curved blades of pure darkness that pulsed with malevolent energy.
Morganna stood her ground, the tremors in her body betraying her calm facade. Thorn's desperate cry still rang in her ears. Run? Leave them? Never. She drew a breath that shook her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs. Sweat traced down her brow as she whispered to herself, I need to stay. I am their shield.
The ground around her erupted. Dozens of luminous vines burst forth, thicker and faster than before, glowing with desperate life as they lunged toward DeathGod. The air crackled with their vitality, each tendril infused with her very essence.
DeathGod laughed. The sound was sharp and cruel. He spun his blades, their black edges whistling as they tore through the air. The vines met him in a storm of light and shadow.
The clash was apocalyptic. His blades were a blur, cutting through the radiant tendrils faster than they could form. Each slice shredded the air with a burst of mana, every impact leaving ripples of scorched earth and scattered petals of green light.
"Morganna! Please!" Thorn's voice carried above the chaos, raw and breaking. "Leave us!"
He strained, his body convulsing under the crushing weight pressing him into the ground. His arms trembled violently as he tried to lift himself. "You can't die here!" he shouted. "You can't!"
Beside him, Subaru's voice joined, lower but filled with urgency. "Morganna, go! You can't stop him!"
But Morganna didn't move. The vines from her hands slowed, their glow flickering. She knew the truth—they all did. The outcome had already been decided.
Her shoulders sank. The tension that had held her rigid began to fade. She turned her gaze to Thorn, her lips trembling into a faint, sorrowful smile. Her eyes said what her voice could not. Forgive me. Live. Win.
DeathGod's chuckle deepened as he closed the distance between them. He stood before her now, his shadow stretching over her form. "Thanks to mother," he whispered, his tone dark and reverent.
He raised one blade high, its edge gleaming with the promise of finality.
"NOOOOOOO!" Thorn's scream tore through the air, raw and agonized.
The blade fell—
—but before it struck, two flashes of movement sliced through the battlefield.
Takashi and Kibo.
In an instant, Kibo's katana blazed upward, a fiery arc of mana surging from its core. The impact was explosive, his blade catching DeathGod's strike in a shower of sparks and shadow. Steel screeched against condensed darkness, the collision shaking the ground beneath them.
Simultaneously, Takashi's sword darted forward, guided by the sharp, instinctive clarity of his Empath's Glance. Every muscle in his body moved in perfect sync with DeathGod's rhythm, his strike aimed precisely at the creature's exposed chest.
DeathGod's eyes widened. His grin vanished, replaced by a flicker of genuine surprise. He phased backward, his form rippling into a haze of shadow just before Takashi's blade could pierce him.
Kibo's grip tightened, his teeth clenched.
" Now " Ignis hissed through Kibo's mind.
Kibo was already moving. His entire body ignited with mana, the air rippling from the surge. Mana Rush. The world blurred around him as he vanished into motion, a streak of kinetic light and purpose. Takashi matched him step for step, his eyes locked forward, his breathing sharp and deliberate.
DeathGod crossed his twin blades, the shadows around them flaring in response. The moment the two warriors struck, the clash erupted in a storm of light and darkness. Kibo went low, his katana slicing toward DeathGod's knee with surgical intent, while Takashi aimed high, his blade cutting for the neck.
Sparks exploded. DeathGod deflected both attacks effortlessly, the sound of steel meeting shadow echoing through the ruined street. He countered with a sweeping cross-slash that nearly split both men in two. They dodged—barely. Kibo twisted backward, his Manatrack Vision showing him the faintest flicker of DeathGod's killing intent, while Takashi ducked under the follow-up strike, his Empath's Glance reading the precise flow of his enemy's body.
DeathGod laughed, his voice thick with mockery. "Good! Show me more!" His grin widened, twisted, almost ecstatic.
But Kibo and Takashi pressed harder, their movements synchronized through instinct and survival. Together, they drove DeathGod back, forcing him to retreat a few paces, away from Morganna.
Morganna seized the opening. Her palms struck the ground, and another surge of the Verdant Aegis of Eternus burst outward. Thick vines erupted from the shattered soil, wrapping around the wounded terrain. The radiant tendrils pulsed with rejuvenating energy, spreading light through the scarred battlefield as she poured what remained of her strength into shielding the others.
For a heartbeat, it seemed the tide was turning.
Then DeathGod stopped laughing.
The amusement drained from his face, replaced by a cold, venomous focus. "Tiring," he murmured, his tone a dangerous whisper. His blades dissolved into smoke, sinking back into his form.
Before Kibo could react, DeathGod moved. His hand shot out faster than sight, seizing Kibo's head with crushing strength.
Takashi's eyes widened.
Before he could strike, DeathGod twisted and lashed out with a brutal kick. The blow hit Takashi square in the chest, the impact reverberating like thunder. Takashi flew backward, crashing through the cracked wall of a nearby building, the sound of collapsing stone filling the air.
Kibo grunted, dazed, his mind ringing from the grip around his skull. He slashed instinctively, but DeathGod caught his weapon hand mid-motion and squeezed.
A sickening crack.
Kibo screamed as his wrist shattered. His blade fell from his hand, clattering uselessly against the rubble.
"We won't die, brat!" Ignis roared within his mind, a voice both furious and alive. Move, damn it!
Pain blurred Kibo's thoughts. Blood dripped from his split lip. I won't die here, he thought, the words burning through the haze.
In an instant of savage instinct, Kibo acted. His free hand shot to his own arm—and he severed it. The blade of pure mana burst from his remaining grip, slicing through flesh and bone. He tore himself free from DeathGod's hold, blood splattering across the ground.
DeathGod's eyes flickered with mild surprise, but before he could react, a flash of silver cut across his vision.
Takashi was there again. His movement was ragged but determined, driven by pure willpower. He brought his katana down in a precise, desperate arc—aimed at the hand holding Kibo's severed head. The blade connected cleanly, severing the shadowy limb.
DeathGod hissed, releasing what remained of his grip on Kibo. His free fist shot forward, connecting with Kibo's ribs in a crushing blow that sent the young warrior hurtling backward. Kibo smashed through the remnants of a building, vanishing beneath falling debris.
DeathGod turned on Takashi, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. He lunged, grabbing Takashi's throat. The young man choked, his fingers clawing at the shadowed grip, his face contorting in pain.
But Takashi's body moved on instinct. With his last ounce of strength, he swung his remaining sword arm, the edge slicing through the tendrils of darkness. DeathGod's hand split apart, the shadow scattering into vapor.
Takashi dropped to the ground, gasping—but only for a moment. The vapor thickened, then reformed instantly. Two new hands emerged, gripping his arms before he could escape. The pressure was unbearable. Bones cracked. Takashi screamed, his sword falling uselessly from his fingers.
He did the only thing left. He slammed his forehead forward, connecting with DeathGod's face in a violent, reckless headbutt. The impact jarred them both—Takashi collapsing backward, blood trickling from his brow, consciousness slipping away.
DeathGod steadied himself, his expression darkening into something almost serene. "Envy," he said softly, as if pronouncing judgment. He raised a single hand, its shadow-tipped fingers aimed directly at Takashi's heart.
Before the strike could land, two radiant arcs streaked across the battlefield.
The first, silver and sinuous—Astrid's Moonbind Cord. The second, golden and sharp—Nina's Light-Bound Chains.
Both coiled around DeathGod's neck in perfect unison, their holy light bursting with divine fury. The shadows around his form hissed, burning away where they touched the sacred bindings.
DeathGod recoiled, snarling as smoke rose from his skin. His gaze snapped upward.
Astrid stood upon a crumbled pillar, her face carved in grim determination, eyes blazing with cold purpose. Beside her, Nina's expression was tight and controlled, but the rage simmering behind her calm was unmistakable.
He failed to notice Mael, who was already descending from above. Mael's blade caught the faint light of the battlefield as he unleashed a furious Righteous Leap, bringing his sword down in a perfect, wrathful arc. The strike met its mark, severing the hand poised over Takashi before it could pierce him.
DeathGod's guttural snarl filled the air as his severed limb dissolved into smoke. Mael didn't waste a heartbeat. He caught Takashi's limp form mid-fall and landed hard, rolling across the fractured ground.
"Hold on," he muttered, his voice shaking as he dragged Takashi's unconscious body behind a shattered pillar. The young warrior was barely breathing. He's alive. That's enough.
But the ground was no longer still.
The earth trembled as thick vines burst upward, twisting and writhing like living serpents. Syl's Nature Control answered her fury. Her eyes glowed as she poured her mana into the soil, summoning vines strong enough to bind mountains. They surged forward, wrapping around DeathGod's legs, his waist, and his arms in unrelenting coils.
Beside her, Lily stood tense, dagger drawn. Her breathing was shallow, but her voice was steady. "Syl, tighter! Don't let him move!"
DeathGod threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing like something ancient and cruel. "More insects? How delightful."
Mael turned from Takashi's side and launched himself back into the fray, joining Nina and Astrid at the front line. The three stood shoulder to shoulder, bracing against the force of DeathGod's thrashing. His power made the air itself quake, yet the girls held fast, their chains and bindings glowing with divine light.
Mael grabbed DeathGod's remaining arm, locking it down with sheer brute strength. The shadow figure writhed, his form flickering under the strain.
"Now, Nina!" Mael roared, his voice raw with command.
Nina responded instantly. She gritted her teeth, twisted her body to build momentum, and flung herself forward. Her hand, imbued with the Cleansing Light, connected with DeathGod's face. The touch ignited a scream that split the air. His dark visage flickered violently, the holy mana searing through him, temporarily breaking his phase ability.
He reeled, his form spasming in pain.
Lily darted forward, her body a blur of determination. She caught DeathGod's head with both hands, forcing it downward. "Stay down!" she screamed, every muscle trembling with effort.
The four of them held him — Mael anchoring his arm, Syl tightening the vines, Nina's light searing his face, and Lily pressing him toward the earth. Their combined strength trembled with desperation and purpose.
Then, everything shattered.
A thunderous explosion of shadow erupted from DeathGod's back. Two black tentacles shot outward like whips. One impaled Lily in the side, the other lashing toward Nina.
Lily's scream tore through the chaos, her dagger falling from her grip. The pain was unbearable, white-hot fire flooding her senses.
"LILY!" Syl screamed, reaching for her.
Mael reacted instantly. He shoved Lily free, forcing her out of the tentacle's grip. The second tendril twisted toward Nina. Without hesitation, Mael moved again, faster than thought. He spun, shoving Nina clear — and the tentacles buried themselves deep into his back.
The sound that followed was raw agony. Mael's scream echoed through the ruins, his body arching as the shadow tendrils tore into him. Blood sprayed across the ground.
"Mael!" Nina's voice cracked with horror. She swung her sword in a wild arc, cutting through the writhing tentacles. The severed limbs evaporated into smoke, and Mael's body collapsed, limp and broken, to the earth.
DeathGod roared in frustration, using the recoil to rip apart the bindings that remained. The vines shredded, dissolving into fading light. In the same motion, he reached forward, seizing Nina's head in his grasp. With monstrous strength, he lifted her and drove his knee upward, the blow aimed to crush her face.
"Stop!" Lily cried, forcing herself forward despite the wound in her side. Her body screamed in pain, but her spirit refused to yield. She lunged and caught Nina's leg, yanking her down with a cry that bordered on madness.
Astrid saw her chance. She clenched her fists and pulled her Moonbind Cord tight. The luminous thread constricted, burning into DeathGod's neck. His roar shook the earth as he was forced to release Nina.
"Hold!" Astrid shouted, her voice fierce despite the trembling in her arms.
Lily dragged Nina toward safety, but DeathGod, snarling, kicked both women with a brutal strike that sent them sprawling across the ground.
He turned, his eyes locking on Astrid. Fury burned there — raw, unrestrained, and cold.
Syl's vines lashed out again, wrapping around his regenerated arm. She screamed with effort, her mana flaring bright as the roots deepened into the soil. "You're not touching her!"
DeathGod twisted, shadow energy crackling through his form. With one motion, he slashed through the vines holding him, sending fragments scattering like ash. He charged toward Syl, a storm of malice in motion.
Astrid acted without hesitation. She yanked the cord taut, the divine light snapping around his throat. The pull wrenched him backward like a beast on a leash.
For a moment, she thought she had him.
Then DeathGod planted his feet and turned the momentum against her. He pulled with monstrous strength, dragging Astrid toward him. While a shadow tentacle from his back went and slapped Syl away.
Her eyes widened as his shadowed hand reached for her.
He seized her by the hair and smashed her face-first into the shattered earth. The impact cracked the ground beneath her.
Her grip faltered. The Moonbind Cord slipped from her hand and fell slack, its glow fading.
He hauled her up effortlessly, Astrid's body dangling like a broken doll. His hand clenched into a fist, and with a brutal swing, he smashed it into her face. The crack of impact echoed through the battlefield. Her head snapped to the side, blood scattering through the air like droplets of ruby. She went limp, consciousness fading.
DeathGod grinned—a grin devoid of warmth, full of cruel satisfaction. "Pathetic."
He raised his fist again, ready to crush her skull once and for all.
But before the blow could fall, a sudden light blazed to life. A radiant force field burst into being around Astrid, brilliant and pure, cutting clean through the arm that held her. The severed limb dissolved into shadow. The field pulsed, a celestial hum vibrating through the ruins as it tried to pull Astrid's body toward safety—toward Morganna's.
DeathGod's grin vanished, replaced by a snarl of rage. "Sloth!" he roared, his voice shaking the air. His remaining hand ignited with dark power, and he drove his fist into the shield.
The impact thundered like a quake. The ground split. The force field flickered but held.
Again, he struck.
Again, and again, each blow heavier, darker, fueled by wrath. The magic groaned under the onslaught, light splintering like glass beneath the weight of his power.
On the fifth strike, the barrier shattered.
Before DeathGod could finish his strike, Lily was already moving. She sprinted through the debris, her boots striking the broken stone with fierce rhythm. With a furious scream, she leapt onto DeathGod's back, locking both hands around his head and wrenching it backward with savage strength.
"You monster!" she screamed.
Syl thrust both hands into the ground, the soil answered her pain. From the cracked earth, thick vines erupted and coiled around DeathGod's legs, straining to hold him. She summoned what little strength remained, launching one of her twin blades forward. The blade sank deep into his side with a wet crunch.
DeathGod staggered, snarling—but he was not finished.
Lily turned her grip into a frenzy, spinning around his neck to face him directly, her dagger flashing. She stabbed, again and again, each blow filled with desperation, fury, and tears.
But DeathGod only laughed. The sound was inhuman—mocking, cruel.
He reached up, seized Syl's hands in his massive grip, and crushed them with a horrifying crack. Syl's scream ripped through the chaos, raw and piercing. She fell to her knees, her blades clattering uselessly to the ground.
"Such fragile resolve," DeathGod said, his tone dripping with dark amusement.
He tightened his hold—and tore.
Syl's arm ripped free from her shoulder. Blood exploded outward, splattering across the stone and Lily's face. Syl's scream turned into a broken gasp as she collapsed, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Thorn and Subaru roared in unison, their fury shaking their bodies. They fought against the invisible pressure pinning them to the ground, muscles bulging, mana flaring. But the unseen weight only intensified, grinding them deeper into the earth.
"Damn it!" Thorn shouted, his teeth gritted. "Move!"
Morganna's voice trembled with desperation. "Syl!" Her vines surged forward, desperate, alive with panic. They reached for Syl and Lily both, twisting and weaving, trying to pull them to safety.
But DeathGod's shadow tentacles erupted once again, slashing through the vines like blades through silk.
He hurled Syl's severed arm at Lily, the grotesque projectile splattering blood across her face. She flinched, horror freezing her for a heartbeat too long.
DeathGod grabbed Syl's limp body next and threw her aside as if she were nothing more than discarded cloth. Morganna's vines caught her midair, wrapping her carefully, glowing faintly as they began their desperate, trembling attempt at healing.
DeathGod turned his attention back to Lily. His hand shot forward, gripping her head tightly. He gripped her tight, his laughter echoing in the ruins. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Subaru?"
Lily gasped, her fingers clawing at his arm. "Shut… up…" she rasped. With her last strength, she tried to stab him again, driving her dagger toward his throat.
But he caught her wrist mid-motion and crushed it without effort. The bones snapped audibly. The dagger fell, clattering uselessly at their feet.
She cried out in agony.
He choked her, his grip unrelenting. Her legs kicked weakly as her vision dimmed. Syl, barely conscious, lifted her head. Her one remaining arm trembled as she summoned what little mana she had left.
Please…Lily…
Her vines surged again, dozens of them, whipping through the ground like serpents. But DeathGod's tentacles countered each strike, cutting, parrying, deflecting them all. The air shook with the force of their clash.
Lily's breath came in short, shallow bursts. Her eyes began to roll back.
DeathGod laughed—a terrible, booming sound that shook the hearts of all who heard it. "Subaru… is this what you've become? Letting children fight your battles for you?"
Subaru strained beneath the crushing pressure, his muscles screaming, his skin splitting where his mana surged. His eyes blazed with fury. "Let her go!" he roared, his voice raw and feral.
His mana erupted in a violent wave. The air shimmered with energy. Blue streaks began to run through his white hair, his aura flaring so bright it seared the edges of the darkness around him.
But the unseen force crushed harder, slamming him and Thorn back into the dirt.
DeathGod's eyes gleamed with cruel delight. "Good. Watch me closely," he said softly, almost tenderly. "Watch me as I take another family from you."
He drew back his free hand, shadows coiling around it, and drove it into Lily's stomach. The sound was sickening—a wet, tearing noise that silenced everything else.
Her body arched. Her eyes went wide, breath caught in her throat. Blood trickled from her lips as she tried to speak, but no sound came.
DeathGod tightened his grip around her throat, his expression serene, almost joyful.
"STOP! DEATHHHHHHHH!" Subaru's scream tore through the battlefield, a sound born from the pit of despair itself. His voice broke the stillness, a raw echo of anguish that mirrored Syl's own shattered cry.
Lily's hand trembled weakly in the air, her light flickering.