Dragmor emerged from the flames, his body covered in burns, his features etched with raging anger. His blazing eyes fixed on Ashura, and his voice trembled:
"This hurts… you insane lunatic… I will return it to you doubled!"
Narrator: Dragmor was not merely the queen Alithia's left hand… he was a monster disguised as a warrior. Any blow he received did not weaken him; rather, its power was absorbed into him, to explode back at his enemy multiplied many times. For that reason, many considered him even more dangerous than the right hand, the Valkoris.
He spread his great wings before unleashing a thunderous roar that pierced the battlefield. The energy he had absorbed from the burning skull transformed into a mightier flame than the original, surrounded by a dark aura. He roared as he hurled it toward Ashura:
"Taste your own flame… you madman!"
The attack lunged at Ashura with insane speed. The ground shook beneath his feet as he screamed in madness, raising his hands to receive the incoming strike, but Dragmor's force was overwhelming. It forced him to retreat, shattering rocks and rubble around him.
Ashura's body cracked as he cried out: "How… dare you… steal my powers!!!"
But the explosion engulfed him completely — a hellish fireball rose to the sky, illuminating the battlefield as if a new dawn had broken in the middle of the night.
Narrator: Ashura fed on his sick emotions, and his burning envy was his true weapon… so even while he was charred within the fire, he did not die; instead he laughed maniacally.
From the tongues of flame, his distorted voice recoiled: "Haahaha… You burned me with my own fire?! Excellent… I want more… show me everything!"
As he spoke, his body began to crack, and from within erupted black flames, darker and more lethal than before, destroying Dragmor's attack.
Yet amid the smoke and ash, Ashura's laughter rose, madder than ever. His charred body began to split, as if another monster within him prepared to break free.
Narrator: The curse of envy was about to manifest… the more Ashura envied what was not his, the closer he came to his original form.
Finally his body exploded, transforming into a terrifying demonic form: three faces — one sneering mockingly, the second scowling, the third twisted with glee. Each cried out different words, but all carried the same madness.
From his body six arms emerged; every two arms wielded a different weapon: swords, spears, scythes.
He raised his six weapons at once, the voices of his three faces blending into one roar: "Show me more… show me your strength… I will crush you all!"
Dragmor clenched his fist, trembling with fury, thinking: "This is no ordinary demon… we must kill it here."
The Valkoris' eyes widened for a moment before he said coldly: "This… is dangerous."
Queen Alithia watched with grim anticipation. Her features did not change, but she thought: "This beast… if we do not destroy it now, it will give us great troubles."
The bird soldiers trembled under the weight of its dark aura.
Even the Narghuls, fighting in the sky, recoiled for an instant, as if before a new lord of hell.
Ashura screamed madly, the echoes of his three voices resounding across the battlefield: "Come on… let us all play together!!!"
His six weapons rose into the air, spinning around him in a vortex of dark energy, saturated with envy and madness. Each face shouted different words:
"I will tear you limb from limb!" "I will grind you to dust!" "I will destroy everything!"
The weapons shot out in all directions like shards of death. Rocks turned to dust, the sky filled with black and red flashes, and soldiers fell one by one.
Narrator: Ashura's attacks were not mere force… they were a curse. Anyone touched by his envy felt a weight in their heart, collapsing before the blow reached them.
Cries of pain filled the field. Some bodies fell, others turned to ash on the wind.
But amid this hell, three voices rose in resistance:
Dragmor surged forward, his immense wings blocking a wave of dark energy.
The Valkoris calmly cleaved some of the attacks in half.
Alithia spread her black wings, raising a radiant barrier that enveloped her soldiers and protected them from annihilation.
Still, despite their resistance, everyone realized that what they faced… was only the beginning.
Ashura advanced, his three faces screaming madly, his six arms swinging hellish weapons, and dark energy exploding from his body like an endless volcano.
Narrator: Ashura was no longer merely a deformed creature. He had become the embodiment of the curse itself… the Curse of Envy. With this transformation, he became the strongest among the demon leaders in that moment, a beast devouring every power he saw, turning it into a weapon against his enemies.
He let out a thunderous roar: "Come! Show me your power together! Crushing you one by one is boring… I want to destroy you all at once!!"
Dragmor leapt first, his burning fist colliding with Ashura's chest, but the black scythe repelled him, countering with a blow that made his chest bleed.
From the other side, Valkoris attacked, but Ashura blocked his strike, laughing madly: "Hahaha! Is that all you have, cold knight?!"
Valkoris replied in icy calm: "Do not address me… you demon."
Alithia raised her hand and unleashed a volley of radiant arrows. Some pierced Ashura's body, some he deflected with his weapons. But instead of pain… he licked his black blood, smiling madly: "Ah… wonderful… you're not bad, girl… show me more!"
Narrator: With every strike he received, he did not weaken… he grew fiercer. He no longer fought with reason; he turned into a whirlwind of madness, devouring everything before him. Neither the right hand Valkoris, nor the left hand Dragmor, nor Queen Alithia herself… had faced such chaos before.
The battlefield trembled with his triple laughter, while the three great warriors lined up together.
Valkoris: "This is not an enemy to be underestimated… we must fight as one body, or we will all be crushed."
Dragmor: "This insane lunatic… I will be the one to cut off his head!"
Alithia: "His power has hardened… that is enough. It is time to fight seriously."