The Village That Refused to Stay Broken
The ruined Valkerio village stood frozen in silence.
Shammroy stood at its center—still, composed.
He didn't close his eyes.
He didn't gather power with effort.
He didn't raise his hand nor flinch.
His aura just flowed naturally—like water finding its path.
Broken stones trembled.
Debris lifted gently.
Collapsed huts, shattered rooftops, ruined food courts—every fragment began to move, drawn back to its origin.
Walls reattached.
Roofs sealed.
Cracks vanished.
The village rebuilt itself before everyone's eyes.
Villagers stood stunned, mouths open, eyes wide—unable to blink.
Villager 6 pure terror,
"How… how can he do this?"
Villager 8 trembling disbelief,
"This… this much power…"
Villager 7 overwhelmed awe,
"He's rebuilding everything… everything that was destroyed…"
Within moments, the ruined village stood whole again—untouched, restored, alive.
Those Who Slept After Giving Everything
Back in Bernetter's den, faint light filtered through the shattered wall.
Kaizer, Querion, and Ferin lay scattered—unconscious, drained.
Ferin suddenly stirred, his instincts flaring.
He forced himself up, pain ripping through his body.
Ferin guarded confusion,
"What… happened?"
Querion slowly opened one eye, yawning.
Querion sleepy, careless,
"Is it morning already…?"
He stretched weakly.
Querion half-asleep,
"Let me sleep for a few more minutes…"
Kaizer didn't move—completely out.
Ferin exhaled, strength leaving him again, collapsing back beside them.
Roven watched closely.
Roven observing,
"Seems like they lost all their energy."
Aseri nodded.
Aseri calm assessment,
"Yes."
Elvein looked toward the shattered opening, tension rising.
Elvein resolute,
"Let us take charge and move in."
Aseri stepped forward, stopping her.
Aseri firm restraint,
"No. We don't have Terion's command. We wait. The moment he orders us—we charge."
They stood at the edge, watching the village below—waiting.
A Promise FulfilledBack in the village—
Shammroy lowered his hand, aura fading like a tide retreating.
He smiled—quietly satisfied.
Shammroy gentle pride,
"See… I reconstructed your village. Seems like I fulfilled my promise."
For a heartbeat—silence.
Then cheers erupted.
Villagers rushed forward, tears streaming, laughter breaking through fear.
One by one, they knelt, foreheads pressed to the ground.
Shammroy's expression softened.
Shammroy firm kindness,
"Stand up, everyone. Don't kneel to me."
They obeyed—still trembling, still grateful.
The Battle That Refused to End
At the battlefield's edge—
Bernetter stood tall, blood at his lip, confidence unbroken.
Before him—the Valkerio warrior group.
The leader stepped forward.
Leader cold authority,
"If you won't stop… then we will."
The eight warriors charged.
Bernetter moved like liquid—dodging, bending, slipping past every strike.
Leader's voice cut through the chaos.
Leader commanding roar,
"Did I tell you to hold back?!"
The warriors struck relentlessly attack bernetter—blow after blow, no gaps, no mercy.
Bernetter staggered.
Inside him, something shifted.
Bernetter internal panic,
"What… what's happening to my body? What is growing inside me…?"
He slid back— three steps… gasping.
Then he roared.
A light green aura surged beneath his skin—flowing through veins like living fire.
The warriors responded.
Their bodies evolved—pure forms unleashed.
Two auras clashed.
The ground shook.
The sky vibrated.
Neither side moved—yet the battlefield warped around them.
The One Who Would Not Stay Down
Terion groaned near the ruins.
Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up.
Blood dripped from his head onto his sword—sliding down to the tip.
Using it for support, he stood.
Terion weak disbelief,
"What… are these overwhelming auras…?"
He looked up—eyes widening as crimson spirals twisted above the battlefield.
Bernetter struggled.
The warrior leader struggled.
Both were stopped.
By hands.
Bare hands.
The Authority That Silenced Gods
Shammroy stood between them.
One hand gripped Bernetter's wrist.
The other held the warrior leader's weapon.
Their auras bent—crushed—overwhelmed.
A massive pressure exploded outward.
A dark demonic purple-black aura spiraled like a hurricane—violent, absolute.
The battlefield fell silent.
Even the sky seemed to listen.
Shammroy's eyes gleamed—black and gold.
Shammroy cold authority,
"BAAKA…"
His voice didn't echo.
It commanded.
Shammroy absolute declaration,
"This fight exists… because I allow it."
The wind howled.
The ground bowed.
And every soul present understood—
This was no longer a battle.
This was judgment.