The moon was full and the moon light was filled on the area. As the blue moon light hit the ground and fire spreading trees and village's house. Then it slowly shows the ground where colt and others all stand there.
Colt (grinning): You thought you could run away from me, huh?
He walked toward Lior, grabbed him by the hair, and yanked him upward. Lior screamed as Colt slowly dragged the blade near his remaining leg.
Lior (crying out): AHHHH! S-stop!
Lyra (weakly, tears falling): Please… leave him alone… he's just a child… please don't do this…
Her voice cracked, full of pain and desperation.
Colt (turning his cold gaze to her): …Time to die.
He smirked—and raised his sword.
The circle of zombies closed in tighter, growling, their shadows swallowing the survivors whole.
Colt (smirking coldly): A child, huh? …Then you shouldn't have made that mistake.
With one brutal swing—SLASH!
Lior's scream ripped through the night.
Blood splattered across the dirt as his other leg was sliced clean off. His body jerked violently, pain twisting across his young face.
Lior (screaming): AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Carla instantly covered Clara's ears, tears streaming down her face. The mother pulled her two sons into her arms, whispering desperate prayers under her breath as they trembled.
Lyra's eyes widened in horror.
Lyra (screaming): NOOOOOO!!!
But Colt only laughed, holding Lior up by his hair as if he were a trophy. The firelight danced in his red eyes, reflecting his madness.
Then, with a sharp flick, he turned—
Jeff had aimed his pistol at Colt's head.
Colt (snarling): You annoying bitch—
SWISH! Colt's blade flashed once. The pistol split clean in half.
Jeff's eyes widened, the weapon's broken pieces falling to the ground.
Colt kicked him square in the stomach, sending him crashing onto his back.
Carla (screaming): NOOOO!!!
Jeff groaned, barely lifting himself up—only to see Colt standing over him, one hand gripping his sword, the other still clutching Lior's blood-soaked hair.
Colt (coldly): Better if I take you first…
He raised his blade high, its bloodied edge catching the moonlight.
Everyone froze. The air went silent—
until a small, distant howl pierced the night.
Colt paused mid-swing.
All eyes turned. On top of a large rock under the glowing full moon, three small puppies stood, their tiny bodies trembling but defiant.
They were the same puppies who once stayed with Lior.
Lior's weak eyes fluttered open. He saw them through the blur of his tears and pain. A faint smile touched his lips.
Lior (whispering, trembling): ...You came…
Colt (snarling): Tch… those little mutts think they're strong?
Then— A massive shadow emerged behind the three pups.
A fully grown wolf—its fur silver-white, its eyes glowing gold—stepped forward under the moonlight and let out a powerful, earth-shaking howl.
Colt's red eyes flickered, narrowing with slight surprise.
And then. From behind the ridge—
dozens of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness.
A pack—fifty, maybe sixty wolves—burst from the shadows, charging down like a tidal wave of fury and fangs.
They crashed into the horde of zombies, ripping and tearing through rotted flesh. The undead screamed, clawed, and swung—but the wolves were too fast, too coordinated. The air filled with snarls, howls, and cracking bones.
Colt looked around, anger flaring.
One wolf lunged straight at him—he turned and sliced it clean in half, blood spraying across the dirt.
Colt (furious): Damn animals!
But before he could turn—
Lyra struck from the side, her chain blades whipping through the smoke.
Lyra (yelling): This ends here!
CLANG!
Their blades collided, sparks flying in every direction. Colt grinned, eyes burning brighter.
Colt (grinning): I'm gonna end this… right here, right now. You're fighting for that kid, huh?
He tightened his grip on Lior's hair. The lior screamed again, a raw, broken sound. Still bleeding, barely conscious—and colt threw him violently across the ground.
Lyra (screaming): NOOOOOO!!!
Colt (smiling wickedly): Then save him… after you beat me. Before the zombies eat him alive.
He swung his sword, cutting through the smoke as wolves and undead clashed behind them.
The moonlight shone down like a pale spotlight—on Lyra, bleeding but defiant, and Colt, the red-eyed monster ready to finish what he started.
Chrono Guardianz
Episode 13: The fire part 2
As Adrik stood up, he realized his one leg was broken, but he ignored the pain. He gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on his sword, closed his eyes, and took a deep, steadying breath.
Rex: Now… it's your time to die.
Rex surged forward with inhuman speed, claws aimed straight at Adrik. But when he swung, there was nothing where Adrik had been. His eyes widened in shock. He spun around frantically, searching—and then a blinding blue light flashed behind him.
Rex turned, and his jaw dropped. Adrik's sword glowed brilliantly, radiating power, and his eyes burned with a furious, icy blue fire that seemed to scorch the air around him.
Rex shook his head, trying to focus, and lunged again with claws aimed to shred Adrik apart.
Slash.
Rex's hand, the one that tried to strike, was sliced clean into pieces. Blood sprayed, and Rex staggered back, momentarily stunned. His eyes widened as he realized this fight had already escalated far beyond his expectations.
In the blink of an eye, Adrik was gone—and then appeared directly in front of Rex, closing the distance like a storm. His fist slammed into Rex's chest with the force of a battering ram, sending him flying backward. Rex crashed into one tree, then another, the trunks cracking and splintering under his weight. He bounced across several more before finally hitting the ground, panting, dazed.
Adrik was already there. His blue sword gleamed, and his eyes still burned like molten fire. Without hesitation, he swung with deadly precision. The tree behind Rex split clean in half under the force of the strike, debris flying in all directions. Rex barely dodged—but the sheer power pressed down on him like a tidal wave.
Adrik's face remained calm, blank, almost terrifying in its stillness. He lunged again, aiming for Rex's head with a brutal, lightning-fast strike. But just as his sword sliced through the air, Rex's arm regenerated instantly, blocking the attack. Sparks flew as metal and flesh collided.
Rex staggered back, trying to gather his bearings, but Adrik's movements were a blur—every strike faster than the eye could follow, every step like a whip crack against the ground. He wasn't just fighting—he was punishing. Each swing, each punch, each step radiated raw power, his glowing blue eyes burning with unstoppable fury.
Rex's claws swiped at him again and again, but Adrik dodged, parried, and countered so fast it was impossible to track. One strike clipped Rex's shoulder, another smashed his ribs, another punched him through the air, sending him crashing against another tree.
Rex's breathing grew ragged, his eyes widening in disbelief. No matter how fast or strong he was, Adrik was everywhere, moving like a living storm. His attacks weren't just fast—they were devastating, precise, and terrifyingly brutal.
And yet, Adrik's face didn't change. Calm. Cold. Blank. His sword still glowing, his blue eyes blazing.
Rex clenched his teeth, blocking one strike, then another—but deep down, he knew: this wasn't just a fight. This was annihilation. And Adrik was the storm.
Adrik: No matter if you can heal yourself... I'll show you the real hell. I'll slice your body inch by inch—until it stops regenerating.
Rex growled, muscles bulging as he tried to block Adrik's strike. But the glowing sword was slowly cutting deeper into Rex's arms, burning through flesh with that searing blue light. Blood hissed where the blade touched, smoke rising from the wound.
Rex (straining): Kill me… like your friend?
Adrik's eyes flickered—blue fading to normal for a split second before glowing again, brighter, fiercer.
Adrik: Don't open your damn mouth!
He pushed harder, his teeth clenched, forcing the sword deeper through Rex's arm. Rex roared in pain, but still smirked through the agony.
Rex: If you'd used that power before… you could've saved him.
The words hit like a spear through Adrik's chest. His movements froze for just a second. That second was enough. His breathing trembled, and his blue glow began to dim.
Images flashed before his eyes—the little girl, lifeless on the hospital bed… Draxil's head crushed in front of him. His body shook.
Adrik (thinking): If I had used it sooner... she'd be alive. Draxil too... I could've saved them both...
His sword lowered slightly, his grip weakening as guilt swallowed him. The blue light from his eyes flickered again—fading away like dying embers.
Rex saw it. And smiled.
Rex: You don't even know when to use your own strength… you're not worthy of that power, Adrik.
Then—a flash of movement. Rex lunged forward, jaws opening wide, teeth like steel. Adrik barely ducked—but Rex's claws sliced his cheek open, drawing blood.
Slash!
Adrik spun from the impact, but before he could balance, Rex's powerful wolf-like leg connected with his chest.
Boom!
Adrik flew backward and smashed into a thick tree, the trunk cracking under the hit. The air burst from his lungs as he dropped to the ground, gasping. His sword clattered beside him.
He groaned, sitting up slowly, blood running down his face. His hand trembled as he reached for the sword again.
Adrik (thinking): If I had used my power that day… that girl… Draxil… they'd still be alive.
He stared at his glowing sword—its light dim, almost gone.
Adrik (thinking): What's the point of this power… if I can't save anyone? Maybe Rex is right... maybe I'm not worthy of it... maybe I should've died with them.
Rex cracked his neck, standing tall again, waiting for his severed arm to fully regenerate. Muscle fibers twisted, bones snapped back into place, skin sealing over the wound. He flexed his claws, smirking as the regeneration finished.
Rex (grinning coldly): Pathetic. Even your guilt makes you weak.
He started walking toward Adrik slowly, heavy footsteps echoing in the silent woods. The ground trembled with every step.
Adrik still sat there, head lowered, his sword tip pressed to the dirt. His blue glow completely gone now—his face pale, lost, and broken.
Rex raised his hand, shadow looming over Adrik's body.
Rex: Time to finish this mistake of a warrior.
Scene change to colt when he throw lior.
Lyra: Nooo!!
Lior flew through the air, spinning slowly as if time itself had stretched. He looked up at the full moon, eyes blank, knowing deep down that his end was coming. A faint, almost ghostly smile touched his lips.
His gaze drifted to his staff. The blue luminite embedded in it glowed faintly, a tiny spark of energy flickering like it had one last bit of strength left. It was the only thing anchoring him, a small hope in the whirlwind of despair.
The slow-motion of the fall seemed to stretch forever. Lior tumbled through the air, the wind whipping past his face, his body spinning, helpless. Then, with a sickening thud, he hit the ground. The impact rattled his bones, pain shooting through him. He hit again, harder this time, scraping across the dirt and leaves. His head slammed once more, and he spat blood, vision blurring.
Finally, his body came to a stop, landing on something solid. Weakly, he pushed himself up and slowly turned around. What he saw made his stomach twist.
Draxil's headless body lay on the ground, lifeless, still and cruelly silent. Lior froze, eyes widening in pure terror. A scream tore from his throat, raw and panicked. He crawled backward, dragging his mangled legs across the dirt, gasping for air, heart hammering in his chest.
He swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down, trying to steady his ragged breathing. His hands shook as he reached for his staff, feeling the faint vibration of the blue luminite in his grip. He took a deep breath, focusing on that tiny spark, that last flicker of energy.
Then his gaze shifted. Through the trees, he saw them. Zombies—slow, relentless, dozens of them—crawling and walking toward him, eyes blank and dead, but their hunger unmistakable. They were coming. And he had no legs. He couldn't run.
Fear gripped him, icy and suffocating. His hands tightened around the staff, knuckles white. He took another deep, shuddering breath, trying to push down the panic, trying to gather what little courage he had left.
He looked at Draxil, lifeless and still, and then back to his staff. The blue luminite glowed faintly, a fragile spark of hope in the dark.
Scene changed to lyra and others.
Lyra covered the grandma, Liza, Carla, Jeff, the mother, and her two sons, shielding them from the chaos around them. Carla held Clara tightly in her arms, pressing a hand over the baby's face so she wouldn't see the blood and horror surrounding them. Lyra slashed through the zombies with her chain blade, moving with deadly precision, even as blood seeped from her own wounds.
Colt suddenly leaped at her. Lyra's eyes blazed with anger as she dodged, narrowly avoiding his deadly blade. She swung her chain, aiming for him, but Colt twisted away, grabbed the chain mid-swing, and yanked her toward him. Lyra, still on guard, kicked his face hard, breaking free and landing on the ground. She tried to strike again, but Colt grabbed her foot and hurled her into a tree. The impact made her grunt, spitting blood, yet her glare remained fierce.
While Colt and Lyra battled, Jeff scanned the scene. The zombies were slowly being decimated by the wolves—some wolves fell too, but overall, they were winning. Flames from the burning village spread toward the surrounding trees, crackling and casting eerie shadows across the battlefield.
Then Jeff noticed movement—Grandma, wielding a small knife, bravely rushing toward Colt. Liza, unaware, remained by Carla's side. Before Grandma could reach him, Colt caught her wrist.
Colt (angrily): You old bitch… I'll send you to that old man too.
With brutal force, he drove his blade into her. Grandma's eyes widened, tears welling as memories of her husband flashed before her. She smiled faintly, serene in her final moments, before Colt pulled the sword back, slicing her in half and tossing her body into the roaring flames.
Liza froze, horror flooding her face. She collapsed to the ground, heartbroken, silent sobs shaking her body. Carla knelt beside her, trying to soothe her through the chaos.
Jeff spotted a blade on the ground—a weapon that hadn't been there before. Without hesitation, he grabbed it, cutting down zombies with quick, precise strikes. Amidst the chaos, he saw Colt holding Lyra by the throat, her face turning purple, tears streaming down her cheeks. Colt's eyes fixated on each tear, his cruel grin widening.
Colt: You… you think you can beat me? You are strong… but not strong enough. I'm sure that child is now just bones.
He squeezed harder. Lyra's vision blurred, her breaths ragged, yet she refused to give in. At that moment, Jeff struck from behind, slashing Colt with the blade. Colt's eyes widened in surprise—he hadn't seen it coming. Anger flared as he released Lyra's throat and spun to retaliate, only for a wolf to leap from the shadows and bite his hand.
Seizing the moment, Lyra rolled her chain around Colt's neck.
Lyra (breathing heavily, determined): I'm stronger than you think.
With one final, powerful pull, she yanked, and Colt's head snapped back, severed cleanly. The remaining zombies froze, then scattered in fear, leaving only a handful behind. The wolves howled in unison, victorious.
Lyra gasped for air, chest heaving, blood dripping from her wounds. Around her, the others embraced, relief and joy flooding their eyes. Carla clutched Jeff and Clara tightly, crying tears of happiness. The mother hugged her sons, tears streaming freely.
Liza, however, stared into the flames, numb. She couldn't decide whether to cry in relief for Colt's defeat or mourn the loss of her grandma and grandpa. Her gaze was fixed on the fire, silent, heart aching.
Then a warm hand rested on her shoulder. She turned to see Carla holding her, eyes soft but comforting.
Carla (softly): It's okay, Liza… you're not alone.
Liza's eyes welled up, and she leaned into the embrace, letting herself cry.
Lyra, bloodied and battered, pushed herself up. She spat a stream of blood onto the ground, her body trembling from exhaustion. Slowly, she started walking toward the direction Colt had thrown Lior. But after a few steps, her legs gave out. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed, unconscious.
Jeff, noticing her fall.
Jeff (panicked, rushing to her): Lyra!
Jeff Dashed to her side, worry etched across his face.
Scene changed to adrik and rex.
As Rex lunged forward, claws aimed to slice Adrik, a sudden force blocked him. It wasn't Adrik. Rex's eyes widened in shock. Slowly, Adrik lifted his head, weak and confused, only to see… Draxil standing firm, intercepting the deadly strike.
Adrik (weakly, in shock): D-Draxil?
Draxil (smirking, confident): Wakey wakey… time for a comeback.
Without hesitation, Draxil headbutted Rex, sending him reeling, then followed with a brutal kick to Rex's face. Rex stumbled back, eyes wide with disbelief.
Rex (staggering, furious): How… I killed you there! How… how are you alive?!
Draxil (grinning, sharp): Well… if you really insist… we have a brave boy who can bring people back from the dead.
Adrik slowly pushed himself to his feet, whispering to Draxil.
Adrik (whispering, tense): Lior?
Draxil (calmly, reassuring): He's safe… I dropped him off with his sister and the others. And hey, Rex… I know you. When I was unconscious… I lost control of my body. Couldn't move a thing… but I could hear everything. Every word you said.
Adrik (stunned): You did?
Draxil (cold, smirking): Yes… I did. And hey, Rex… I have news. Your brother… well, unfortunately, he's dead. Looks like he is Not strong enough.
Rex (shocked, angry): C-Colt?!
Rage slowly surged in Rex's eyes as he stared at Adrik and Draxil. With a roar, he struck at both of them. Adrik tried to dodge, though he knew he couldn't completely escape. Draxil met the attack with a wide grin, deflecting it with precision.
Seizing the moment, Draxil slashed into Rex's stomach with his other blade. Adrik lunged, slicing off one of Rex's legs and both hands in a swift, brutal strike. Rex fell to his knees, gasping in shock.
As Rex's limbs slowly began to heal, Adrik's eyes narrowed. His attention went to Rex's stomach—still a deep, bleeding wound.
Adrik (whispering, urgent): Draxil… he can only heal his limbs… his arms, his legs… not his core.
Draxil (eyes wide, alarmed): WAIT, WHAT?! HE CAN HEAL? Shit… it's gonna take time. We… we need to finish this fast. Head maybe…
Adrik (grim, calculating): Or… maybe the heart.
The two exchanged a tense glance before returning their focus to Rex, who was slowly regenerating.
Draxil (gritting teeth, determined): So… let's finish this.
They steadied themselves, swords ready, eyes locked on the slowly healing monster before them. Every movement, every breath counted. The battle was far from over, but the tide was finally turning.
TO BE CONTINUED...