The air seemed to stop.
The ground was cracked.
And the surroundings
were filled with blood and corpses.
At the center of the battlefield
stood Scy.
In front of him
the five Royal Guards.
The strongest in the kingdom.
For a moment, everything was silent.
But the tension was overwhelming.
As if one wrong move
and everything would explode.
"So… you really are the Demon Lord…"
one of them spoke.
Tall.
Holding a massive sword.
And his aura
was incredibly heavy.
Scy remained silent.
He stared at the five of them.
One by one.
Observing.
"Interesting…"
he said softly.
"At last…"
a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"A fight that isn't boring."
Suddenly
the first Royal Guard charged.
So fast
the eye could barely follow.
CLANG!
Their swords collided.
A loud impact echoed across the battlefield.
The ground beneath them exploded.
Scy was pushed back a few steps.
His eyes widened.
"That strength…"
But instead of fear
his smile grew wider.
"I like this."
He didn't wait.
He charged.
Faster.
More aggressive.
SWOOSH!
They exchanged blows.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Every clash
like thunder.
Every movement
like lightning.
Behind them
two more Royal Guards joined in.
A mage.
And an assassin.
"Lightning Spear!"
A powerful bolt of lightning shot forward.
But
Scy dodged it.
At the same time
the assassin appeared behind him.
"Too slow."
But before the strike could land
BOOM!
Slime exploded around Scy.
The assassin was forced back.
"You really thought…"
Scy's form slowly began to change.
"…that this is all I can do?"
His power surged.
Stronger.
More controlled.
More dangerous.
His body
partially liquefied.
Like slime.
But
far more terrifying.
All five charged again.
But this time
Scy wasn't holding back.
In an instant
he appeared in front of the mage.
"You first."
CRASH!
The mage was struck.
Sent flying.
Fell
and didn't move again.
"Four left…"
The others rushed in, furious.
One of them unleashed a powerful skill.
"Earth Breaker!"
The ground split apart.
But
Scy jumped.
Mid-air
"Let's finish this."
Hundreds of blades appeared.
More.
Sharper.
And in an instant
they fell.
One
was wounded.
One
was pushed back.
But
one remained untouched.
The leader of the Royal Guards.
Silent.
He hadn't moved yet.
Suddenly
he appeared in front of Scy.
Too fast.
CLANG!
Their attacks collided.
And this time
Scy was pushed back even farther.
His eyes widened.
"…You."
The leader smiled.
"At last…"
"A worthy opponent."
Behind him
the remaining three charged again.
But at that moment
Scy's aura exploded.
Darker.
Heavier.
"Enough."
His form began to change.
More monstrous.
Less human.
Behind him
something formed.
Wings.
Made of dark energy.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
"What… form is that…?"
But Scy
just stared at them.
No emotion.
"If this is what you want…"
"I'll accept it."
In an instant
he disappeared.
And what followed
was no longer a battle.
But
a massacre.