Kylia's breath was ragged, heavy like the beat of war drums, as she locked the spiritual armor around her child, Ice. It wasn't just a physical barrier; she was forging a fortress of pure love and absolute despair . She cast one last look at him—a gaze of profound sorrow that etched itself into the boy's soul forever—before charging into the heart of the slaughter
On the opposite side, the father, Naz, stood tall like an unshakeable mountain. His hand was hidden behind his back, gripping a glowing golden power that seemed to sear the very air. He halted the enemy with cold, confident words: "No one can stop me now... I am alone in this fight, and I will erase you all."
Suddenly, he thrust his hand toward the heavens. A golden sphere erupted, radiating terrifying power, swelling until it became a "Second Sun" in the cursed sky of Java. It wasn't mere energy; it was a living entity. A thunderous roar echoed from within the golden brilliance: "Have you summoned me to this wretched place once again?"
"We'll discuss it later!" Naz replied firmly.
The dragon materialized amidst the sparks, a roar of fury shaking the foundations of existence: "Let us end these bastards first, then I shall settle my account with you!" With the dragon's exhale, the earth beneath the enemies began to crack and disintegrate
Meanwhile, Kylia was sprinting away, but a dark voice began to resonate in the depths of her soul—a voice demanding freedom: "Release me, Kylia... Release me!"
She stumbled in terror, gasping, "Who are you?"
The voice answered with a primal growl: "I am Zeus... Have you forgotten me?" Kylia's hands trembled, her composure shattering before his rage as he screamed: "Let me out! I feel my brother's power, Zis, pulsing in this world