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ARC: Back Attack Land
The foundations of Sinish did not just crack; they disintegrated. Under the weight of Sakoura's Universe Zone, the tectonic plates groaned in agony. Huge slabs of asphalt and concrete began to defy gravity, floating upward into the blood-red sky as the laws of the world buckled.
Then, the true horror began.
From the jagged fissures in the earth, geysers of ancient, sentient crimson flames erupted. These were not mere fires; they were
the manifestation of Sakoura's centuries of hatred. The flames flooded the streets like a tidal wave. Residential buildings, cars, and stores were vaporized in heartbeats.
People—innocent civilians who had nothing to do with this war—tried to run.
But before they could even take a step, the heat stripped the flesh from their bones, leaving nothing but charcoal shadows burned into the ruins.
Through the roar of the inferno, Sakoura's voice descended from the heavens, melodic and monstrous: "Enjoy the view of hell! Hahaha!"
Akos watched in paralyzing shock. High above, suspended in the center of the crimson moon, Sakoura hovered with a terrifying smile, his eyes radiating a blinding, predatory light.
The ground was a labyrinth of fire. Akos sprinted through the heat, his skin blistering. He lunged for his katana, his fingers closing around the hilt with desperate strength. He drove the blade deep into the floor to anchor himself as the winds reached hurricane speeds, carrying the heavy scent of blood everywhere.
Sakoura's voice boomed again, cold and final: "CLASH OF FLAME!"
With a casual flick of his wrist, everything within the area was sliced by fire. Massive skyscrapers were cut horizontally, their upper halves sliding off and crushing the crowds below who were still struggling to find a way out of this nightmare.
This was no longer a duel. This was a declaration of war against humanity.
"What is this?! This is genocide!" Akos screamed, his voice raw against the wind. "The civilians are innocent! Why are you killing them? I am your target! Fight me!"
Sakoura's laughter was like the sound of grinding stones. — "There are no 'innocents' or 'targets.' You are all targets to me, Akos. In this world you live in, nobody truly cares for anyone else. I am just showing you the end."
The Universe of the End continued to expand, devouring more of the city, turning everything into a dark, viscous red, thick as blood.
THE UNIVERSE OF THE END
This was the ultimate power of Sakoura Rolight, the third most powerful devil in history. Within this universe, Sakoura possessed the absolute ability to sever anything—whether it was hot, cold, or at 0 temperature.
It was a death sentence.
Akos stood in the center of the carnage, his soul shaking. He realized he wasn't just fighting for his life anymore; he was standing before a devil who wanted to erase everything.
Akos lets out a guttural scream, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage that vibrates through his entire being. — "You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
Sakoura looks down at him with a gaze as cold as the void. He remains unimpressed by the outburst. — "Is that so? Do you really have that much more to show me?"
Akos rips his katana from the ground and charges. He sprints through the crimson haze, but Sakoura simply flicks his fingers.
From the left and right, two massive tidal waves of sentient flame erupt, surging toward the center to crush Akos between them.
He is trapped, but he doesn't stop.
Sakoura blurs through the fire with crazy-like speed, closing the distance in a heartbeat. He lunges with a heavy fist, but Akos thrusts his katana forward in a desperate counterattack.
To Akos's absolute shock, Sakoura doesn't dodge. He reaches out and catches the bare blade of the katana with his hand.
With a mocking smirk, he twists the weapon, redirecting Akos's own momentum and turning the blade back toward its master.
Akos barely manages to contort his body, the steel whistling past his throat as he narrowly avoids being decapitated by his own sword.
Before he can recover, Sakoura buries a fist deep into Akos's chest. The punch is saturated with a dense, suffocating aura. "Next time," Sakoura whispers, "don't leave your defense wide open."
The force of the blow sends Akos hurtling backward. He slams into a concrete wall with a sickening thud. He falls to the base of the ruins, motionless. His face is no longer visible, completely masked by a thick, dark veil of blood.
Sakoura walks slowly toward the broken body of Akos, his boots clicking against the blood-stained debris. A thin, mocking smile stretches across his face.
— "You really have nothing left to give, do you? It took me too long to realize it," Sakoura says, his voice dripping with condescension. "In this world, even the strong fear their end. I have killed so many, and they all have that same look in their eyes when they realize it's over."
Akos, pinned against the rubble, slowly forces his eyes open. His vision is a blurred mess of red and gray, the world spinning around him.
His voice comes out as a raspy, low whisper, barely audible over the crackling flames.
— "I don't even know... who I am anymore," Akos mumbles, "but I know one thing. I'm going to kill you."
Sakoura takes a deep, theatrical breath and pauses. Then, he begins to laugh—a dry, hollow sound.
"Kill me? You're so boring. This conversation is boring. I'm starting to lose interest, and when I get bored, things disappear. So, you will disappear."
Sakoura stops walking. He raises his right hand with cold, lethal precision.
He joins his thumb and index finger to form a perfect circle, keeping his other three fingers extended and tense.
He closes his left eye, bringing the "lens" of his fingers up to his right eye. He aims directly at Akos's heart, his gaze locking onto his target through the crimson haze.
"The moonlight today really was meant for blood," he whispers.
Sakoura readies his hand, the air around his fingers distorting as he prepares to unleash the JOKON NUKE for a second time
The vacuum of energy begins to howl, but before he can release the destruction, a flash of white light streaks across the crimson sky.
With blinding speed, the Devil's Angel descends. For the second time, she intervenes in the fate of a warrior, scooping Akos up from the ruins just as
The space where he lay began to implode. Akos, his vision failing and his strength gone, sees nothing but a blur of feathers before his eyes finally slip shut.
Sakoura remains frozen for a moment, his hand still raised. He slowly lowers his arm and stares up at the dark clouds, a thin, dangerous smile touching his lips. He whispers into the wind, "So, you are still alive... DEVIL'S ANGEL."
The center of Sinish has fallen into a tomb-like silence. What was once a vibrant city is now a graveyard of shadows. Thousands of civilians have perished, and the skyline is a jagged teeth-row of broken concrete and twisted steel. The "Universe of the End" has left its permanent scar.
Far from the epicenter of the chaos, the Devil's Angel lands at a secluded building, hidden away from Sakoura's sight. Inside the dimly lit room,
The survivors are gathered. Yuzana is wailing uncontrollably, his cries echoing against the walls. Riko sits in silence, staring at nothing, his mind haunted by a single thought: Is the ALPHA gang still out there? Are Reino and Keal alive?
The Devil's Angel gently places Akos on a bed next to the unconscious Jin. Akos's state is horrific—his body is a map of deep lacerations, his skin is charred from the heat of the Jokon flames, and his right arm is severely burned.
She raises her hands over him, and a soft, rhythmic glow begins to emanate from her palms. She activates her secret technique: OPPOSITE PAIN.
The room falls into a heavy, suffocating silence as the energy begins to knit Akos's broken flesh back together, transferring the agony of his wounds into the void.
After a while, Tenshi finishes the healing process. She steps out onto the balcony, where Ronika is standing, staring at the nightmare unfolding below. The flames still lick the sky, and the thick smoke of the massacre chokes the horizon. It is no longer a city; it is a slaughterhouse.
Tenshi stands beside her, her gaze fixed on the burning ruins. — "This was only the beginning," she says softly.
Ronika turns her head, her eyes wide with exhaustion and suspicion. — "Who are you? Why are you helping us?"
"My name is Tenshi, and I am a Devil's Angel," she replies. "You wouldn't know me because you remember nothing of the Fake World. To escape that world depends on the individual; if they truly want to leave, they will."
Ronika narrows her eyes, clutching her arms. — "How can I believe anything you say?"
"You don't need to believe me," Tenshi answers coldly. "But if you listen to the others, you will die."
"What 'others'?" Ronika asks, her voice trembling.
"Sinish is crawling with organizations and nations. Their only goal is Akos Tasaku. What happened today was inevitable; it just happened sooner than expected. The world is in total chaos now. Everyone is planning their next move—a move that will change the face of our world forever."
Ronika freezes, the weight of the words sinking in like lead.
The Sorcerers were just the first target," Tenshi continues. "I had to save you. But remember... there are others out there, far more powerful than Sakoura."
Ronika stares at her, her heart racing with pure anxiety and shock. The scale of the war was much bigger than a gang fight in the streets.
This," Tenshi whispers, "is only the start."