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Fight Between Humans

Chapter Text

"Captain..."

Upon hearing the whisper, Craider turned towards Bedrich.

"Do you really think they were telling the truth?"

Bedrich's face was filled with doubt, but also concern.

Craider looked away.

"It doesn't matter what I think. If it involves an Unorthodox God, prevention is necessary either way. Whether it's the truth or not, we can worry about that later."

Bedrich nodded, checking the bullets in his revolver.

"Then, why aren't we retreating, Captain?"

A younger woman of around 25 years old spoke.

Craider turned to her, suppressing a sigh.

"If they told the truth, a large scale fight is about to break out, that's not something they can hide. We'll simply monitor the situation-"

Before he could finish his sentence, an earthquake shook the building.

With a frown, Craider looked outside and towards the mansion.

He could vaguely see six figures standing before a grand mansion.

Just then, a wave of spirituality spread out from the group, hitting him in the face.

He quickly reached out into his bag, but... nothing strange happened to him.

He looked around, everyone else also seemed confused but alright.

Craider looked back outside, he could see that the mansion's door was wide open.

Inside was a large group with more people closing in around the six figures from the alleys, streets or from behind a fence.

Craider and Bedrich both stood up.

'What... that's too-!'

He was unable to even finish the thought.

He saw the area behind the six figures crack as a mystical portal opened.

A large group of people walked out.

The official Beyonders stared motionlessly at the spectacle, mouths agape.

"C-captain? What Beyonder power is that?"

Hearing a short man with curly hair ask from behind him, Craider gently shook his head.

He could somehow see one of the main six figures disappear.

"I have no idea."

...

"There's more than I thought..."

Ellone gently rubbed away the goosebumps on her arm.

Natia looked at her, remembering the documents she went through.

"That's probably because they invited friends from the Rose School of Thought. Did you read the notes on the Chained Pathway's Sequences?"

Ellone looked up, nodding.

"Yes, I studied hard-"

As she said that, her nails turned black and long with corrosive symbols.

She sliced up, cutting through a bullet.

Ellone bent down, scanning the surrounding.

It was kind of a standstill, but also not at all.

After all, they were fighting against crazy maniacs.

She pulled a Spell Scroll from her small bag.

Natia reached out, grabbing seeds and small pages with Runes.

Before either did anything, a heat wave spread from behind them.

Without the time to look back, multiple Flaming Spears flew out into the crowd of opponents before them.

It caused a huge explosion, but Ellone smiled, not stepping back.

A tall man with long light-brown hair and two longer daggers walked forward.

The daggers's blades were ablaze with shining Runic symbols.

It was like a switch.

A switch which was hit, causing the fight to officially start.

...

Dager stepped out, pouring his spirituality into the his daggers and activating the Runes.

During this who process, his body flared up.

It wasn't set on fire literally, it just felt like it.

'I finally get why Juny told me not to use it if not absolutely necessary... ugh, it hurts.'

Before the fight began, Juny placed Enchantments in certain places on Dager's skin.

And there was always a backlash if one activated it.

Although he complained, what was done was done.

Seeing his opponents staring to find order after the explosion, Dager kicked against the ground.

He blinked in surprise as his body shot forward.

His body was too fast, that kick created cracks across the ground.

'Wow.'

He cut forward, cleanly slicing through his shocked opponent.

'Is the pain worth it?'

Just as he had that thought, he felt as if his leg, which hit the ground, had burst open.

"Ugh..."

Dager groaned, landing on his two feet before staggering.

'Alright, I get it! I'm never ignoring Juny's warnings again!'

...

Shake stared at the staggering young man with an exasperated gaze.

'What is he- wait... He couldn't have, right? That idiot!'

He shot another bullet, blowing off the opponent's wrist.

Pouring his spirituality, Shake used Bribe Weaken and Bribe Arrogance and continued throwing the Enchanted spheres.

Juny made them after seeing the Briber from the Rosary Road using them.

But she made a few upgrades.

She added Enchantment Ailment, Enchantment Strengthen, Enchantment Harm.

She then added Burn Curse, Ice Curse, Blindness Curse.

Then there was also a special kind with Blessing of Exorcism.

In total, she made over one hundred small metal spheres.

Of course, she would probably kill Shake if he used all of them in one fight.

With that in mind, Shake shot a Blinded Sanguine in the head before dodging a Claw of Corrosion.

He pushed against the ground with his hand and kicked back, pushing a different enemy back.

Just then, his palm stuck itself to the ground, bound by its own shadow.

Seeing the black chains reaching out to him, Shake frowned before cursing.

He pulled a different sphere put and activated it.

Holy light shone as the shadows slowly retreated or disappeared.

He quickly turned around, but it was late.

The enemy with Claw of Corrosion was already amidst striking.

Face to face with the black and long nails adorned with corrosive symbols, Shake flinched before bracing for the impact.

Just then, a loud shot rang out.

A bullet neatly hit the descending Claw.

Shake didn't bother with who the shooter was as he grabbed the enemy's leg and shoved him to the side.

With the strength of a Barbarian, his opponent slammed into the ground, throughly breaking it.

As if it was expected, another two shots sounded from Shake's side.

Bullets with golden glow pierced through the Sanguine's skull, smashing it throughly.

Shake deeply exhaled as a hand entered his view.

He grabbed it, speaking along the way.

"Thanks for that."

"Sure, but you shouldn't run off on your own to the front lines."

Shake snorted, looking at the slightly older man with disheveled brown hair and a short tidy beard.

"I didn't do it on purpose."

Right as Dager caused the explosion, Shake was attacked by at least three Sanguine.

Because of that, he had to separate from the rest, using around 5 spheres just to not die immediately.

Degster smiled, reloading his revolver before patting Shake's shoulder.

"Sure, just don't die. I'm not sure how I'd explain it to Juny."

Shake raised his eyebrow, also reloading.

"Right..."

He felt that the statement was strange, but he brushed it off.

This battlefield was too chaotic to do otherwise.

...

Daimira quickly gulped down the fiery potion.

With great speed, she jumped to the side before opening her mouth.

Scorching red flames surged from within, covering a large group of Beyonders.

Her nails were long and two large wings were growing out from her back.

She dodged and sliced, but decisively killing an opponent in this place was hard.

She pinched a Spell Scroll, making it corrode and dissipate.

But that was all she managed to do before another bullet with bright yellow shine pierced through the shadows.

Only now, that she had to take on three enemies on her own, she realized.

'Numbers really are deadly.'

Daimira lashed the bullet in two.

Golden light burst forth, burning her skin and making her nails return to normal.

She clicked her tongue.

Daimira turned her body while pulling a dagger from her belt.

The silver shone red before slightly blue.

She blocked a blade, her own knife slicing through the opposing weapon's metal.

Feeling that her Claws of Corrosion recovered, she thrusted forward with her other hand.

Her nails pierced through the enemy's neck, but she couldn't catch a break.

A gun shot rang out, forcing her attention to the side and away from the falling body.

Her eyes reflected the pointed bullet.

Knowing she couldn't cut it or successfully dodge it, her spirituality flowed into her shoulder.

She felt slight burning before a Violet and transparent wall of flames appeared, blocking the bullet.

It was a new thing Juny made.

Juny connected Burn Curse onto a Spell Scroll, making the Spell Scroll destroyable without direct contact.

This was impossible while she was Sequence 5, because she couldn't properly mix Enchantments and Sorcery Runes together.

Daimira didn't hesitate.

She destroyed the wall, lunging at the opponent.

If the opponent handled guns, then shortening the distance was crucial.

Especially because Daimira wasn't skilled with guns, and she almost detested using them.

She got close in the blink of an eye, but this was not one on one battle.

From the side, a different bullet flew with a man chasing behind.

Daimira lightly cursed before lowering her body and touching the ground.

She tied the first man's feet using Abyssal Shackles while moving to the side to avoid another bullet.

Along the way, she threw a thin glass bottle at the tied man.

And, although he released the shackles by shooting them with purifying bullets, he didn't dodge the thrown potion.

His skin immediately burned and started decomposing at a rapid rate.

The man was startled, staring at his zombie-like arm.

Just then, a pitch black Claw pierced through his left chest from behind.

As his body fell limply to the ground, Daimira saw a beautiful young girl with red eyes.

She had long and wavy pitch-black hair with the front hair tied back into a braid.

Daimira didn't have time to greet Villia as she once again jumped away from being hit by a bullet.

Although Villia looked like a naive young lady from a rich family, she was actually quite the fighter.

This was one of the reasons why she had the guts to go searching for her brother.

Or why she decided to join Daimira's Battle Patrol.

She grabbed a Spell Scroll, tearing it with her teeth while reflecting a blade.

Two golden bolts of light flashed in her eyes.

The unfortunate opponent who was met with those eyes froze.

It was as if a whip made out of pure steel with spikes attached ruthlessly hit his soul.

He shrieked, covering his head.

Before he could properly recover, a Claw made out of pure darkness impaled his stomach.

Blood gushed out, but he was not dead yet.

He smiled, bloody teeth showing.

"Praise... the Primordial Moon-!"

As he spoke in a shaky voice, the blood inside of his mouth condensed.

Villia flinched, pulling back her punch and instead jumped back, crating a distance between the two.

Just then, the man's body pulsed as his stomach exploded.

Villia's eyes widened in horror.

'Why-?!'

But she didn't have the time to ponder as she felt her skin starting to burn.

She looked down.

The small amount of blood which stayed on her Claw of Corrosion was pulsing and creating golden rays of corrosive energy.

Villia frowned, pouring her spirituality into her scorching hand.

Suddenly, the, until now hidden, Runic Symbol shone.

Villia felt a different type of burning, but compared to the laser-like pain before, it was quite pleasant.

The boiling stopped as her hand returned to normal.

The burning pain from using Enchantment which was directly on her skin didn't disappear, but it was doable.

She turned around, shaking away her surprise.

Villia moved as soon as she found a new target.

...

Valler rushed forward, knocking the enemy down with his shoulder.

He aimed his gun forward, his hands steady.

A shot rang out but nothing was hit.

Valler frowned before crouching.The enemy, a Sanguine, was simply too fast.

He was barely able to keep up while having to fight two on one.

He pulled a dagger with his other hand, still clutching the revolver.

The metal shone with yellow and fiery red glow.

It cut forward, intersecting with a black Claw of Corrosion.

The enemy Sanguine hissed in pain, retreating a few steps.

Seeing the distance he bought, Valler pointed his gun again.

But he immediately felt chills.

He turned to the side, his forearm already blocking his head.

He felt intense pain in his arm as blood gushed out.

He bit his lip, slashing against the opponent.

But it was to no use.

Is enemy had bigger numbers, faster speed and greater strength, fighting them was nonsensical.

His vision lightly blurred as he watched his flesh corrode at an extreme rate.

He didn't even have the time to take care of his wound.

To his right, the first Sanguine already closed the distance.

Feeling the pressure of being attacked from two sides, Valler used his balance to flawlessly jump back.

Although it was too sudden.

He managed to dodge, but his body hit the floor.

Unbothered, Valler braced himself and aimed his gun.

His hand was shaking and filled with pain, but he fired nonetheless.

The bullet went off course, but he still managed to scratch the approaching Sanguine.

The Sanguine's clothes caught on fire as his blood started boiling like lava.

One Sanguine froze, but the other didn't hesitate.

Valler tightened the grip around his dagger, feeling his hand growing numb.

He poured his spirituality into an inner pocket of his leather vest.

Suddenly, he felt his vision turn red.

He felt immense surge of negative emotion flowing through him.

He was enraged.

As soon as the emotion of rage sunk in, his ability of Raging Blow activated.

His speed immediately rose as he kicked the floor from his seated position.

He felt light stinking in his leg, but he didn't bother with it.

The Sanguine, surprised by the sudden outburst, barely dodged the fierce blade.

The Sanguine lost his footing, after being struck by Valler's fist.

Although Valler was still holding his gun, he just used it to strengthen his punches instead of shooting.

He stabbed forward, piercing the Sanguine's chest.

The Sanguine screeched.

Valler's shadow boiled before black shackles surged forth, tying Valler's body.

He flinched, but continued his chain of punches.

He suddenly turned back, still tied to the ground.

The other Sanguine was already fully recovered, charging forward.

Valler twisted his body, delivering one last slash with the blade before moving to block the advancing Sanguine.

He felt as if his hand was on fire, the blood flowed and the flesh continued rotting.

Valler aimed and shot.

He didn't expect to hit the Sanguine.

He saw the Claw of Corrosion moving in closer.

While suppressing the pain, Valler placed the revolver forward.

The Sanguine's nails dug into the gun, slowing down slightly, but not stopping.

Just then, a firm hand grabbed the Sanguine's arm.

The Sanguine reacted immediately, stabbing his free hand to the side.

But at that moment, Valler dropped the revolver, still impaled on the Sanguine's nails.

He struck his hand forward, grabbing the second hand.

Clear panic flashed in the Sanguine's red eyes.

Valler trusted the dagger forward, cutting through the Sanguine's shoulder, keeping him in place.

At the same time, Valler saw a gun barrel being placed right next to the Sanguine's temple.

Valler smiled as a loud 'Bang' sounded and the Sanguine's brain exploded, splashing goo in all directions.

Valler heavily exhaled before looking to the side.

He saw a very tall woman with long and untidy hair, dark blue in color.

She was around 180 centimeters and had light-blue eyes.

His vision was already slightly blurry from the constant loss of blood and the pain.

The woman, Kaelith, was 24 years old and a Sequence 9 Sailor.

She frowned, looking at the young man's terrible constitution.

She aimed her revolver to the side, shooting the struggling Sanguine whom Valler didn't manage to finish off.

"I'm thankful. I would've died if you hadn't helped..."

Valler's voice was slightly shaky and weak.

Kaelith looked at him, the corner of her lips up.

She spoke while pulling something from underneath her coat.

"I'm sure you would've. So praise me in front of the boss later, yea?"

She handed him a thin paper with a strange Runic symbol.

Valler sighed, nodding as he took the paper and infused it with spirituality.

"I can do that only if we survive."

"Hah! Wow, you're a gloomy one!"

Kaelith's voice was loud and sharp, digging into Valler's buzzing ears.

He resisted the urge to cover his ears in order to protect his hearing.

He ended up scoffing, taking a new gun which hung from his belt.

After checking the bullets, he turned away.

"I do have a gloomy personality."

Kaelith clicked her tongue before her smile widened.

She reloaded her own gun and retreated back.

As a Sequence 9, she would be dead the second she tried to join the front lines.

In this chaotic battlefield, everyone had their position.

Kaelith was one of the supporting roles.

She had many charm papers filled mostly with Recovery Enchantments.

She also carried many guns and protecting Spell Scrolls for her own safety.

Her role was to move around, shoot and trouble the enemies while providing quickly accessible Recovery Enchantments.

Although Kaelith didn't know who was behind this complex design, she had to admit it.

Much thought and work went into the preparations, and the two main characters of this fight weren't even present.

...

"Ah, the Marquise. We meet again, Sweetheart."

Lamei wore a disgusting smirk as he stared at the three figures walking down the hallway and towards him.

Madam Petrison lightly flinched, but her expression remained unchanged.

There were two men behind her.

They were her so called 'assistants' she mentioned before.

It was a Sequence 5 Wraith as well as a Sequence 7 Werewolf.

The Wraith was very tall, over 2 meters with hazed gray eyes.

He had long white hair even though he couldn't be over 30.

his body was fully covered with black cape, leather stripes and belts holding it in place, vaguely shaping his body.

The Werewolf was quite normal, although he was still above 180 centimeters, that was average in the Feynapotter city.

He had very messy dark-brown hair with light eyes.

They were very light, almost white with a hint of blue.

He wore loose black shirt with leather harness, brown pants and sturdy buckle boots.

The Werewolf wore a sleeveless coat, light-gray in color.

All in all, he couldn't be over 25.

Normally, they wouldn't dare fight against a Scarlet Scholar, but it was possible thanks to the artifacts they received.

The Marquise's lips parted, her gaze cold.

"Do not call me that, you don't have the right to."

Hearing the emotionless tone, Lamei smiled with his teeth, it was a truly disturbing smile.

"Oh my~ is that hatred I hear? Please, I wore his face better than he ever did. Admit it, you didn't even notice the difference."

The Marquise frowned, her fists clenched tightly.

She scoffed, it was a very deprecating smirk.

"The mask didn't matter. I can see you now and I'll make sure this face is the last one anyone remembers."

"Hah!"

It was a truly arrogant thing to say.

Especially since it was a Sequence 7 speaking to a Sequence 5.

"What a peculiar thing to say! Tell me, do you even have the power to fight me? Or will you hide behind your friends? That's not fighting, it's cowardice!"

His voice was clear, very amused.

Lamei stood there with a terrifying smile, hands extended.

Behind him, a man slowly stood up.

His name was Handi.

He was a Potion Professor who once faugh against Daimira when the Sanguine abduction was happening.

As Handi took out a potion, Lamei narrowed his eyes, still smiling.

"Just accept it. You'll never win. You cannot win. I've already taken everything, and yet you still come crawling for more pain. It's pathetic."

He snapped his fingers and the room lit up with crimson.

All windows had bloody light bursting forth, almost breaking the glass.

Madam Petrison felt her spirituality churning and twisting.

She felt it grow and expand.

Immediately then, the Wraith stepped forward.

On his hand was a complex bracelet with Runic symbols shining dark red, almost black.

All red around him dimmed, suppressing the effects of the full moon.

The Werewolf's surroundings also dimmed.

Upon closer inspection, he wore the same bracelet.

Lamei was silent for a while before his smile brightened.

"Well would you look at that. You're actually prepared! Humm, aren't you Rich? And Dever? Hah, you're actually alive!"

Although the situation wasn't necessarily in his favor, Lamei still laughed brightly.

He laughed out loud, shaking.How hilarious! Hurt puppies are licking each other's wounds, is that it? Heh, have you come to bite back your creator?"

Madam Petrison felt her insides boil with hatred, but she stayed still.

The Werewolf, Dever, clenched his hand into a fist.

His skin became covered in fur and long complex claws with sharp teeth.

Seeing this, Lamei finally stopped laughing.

He pulled a strange looking bracelet from a box.

Just by looking, one could tell it was a sealed artifact.

Handi gulped down the potion before his nails grew long and black with corrosive symbols.

Madam Petrison pulled out a fancy dagger with many decorations.

It was a weapon, a Mystical Weapon from the Sun Domain.

The Marquise was dead set on getting her revenge.

And she was not the only one.

If joining a secret organization was what it took to elevate their chances, then they wouldn't hesitate to do so.

That's what vengeance did to people.

And they weren't ashamed.

...

"Ugh!"

Ellone grunted, having to fight against a Sanguine as a Vampire was complicated.

"How am I supposed to compete with them?!"

Feeling annoyed, Ellone yelled while parring a Claw of Corrosion.

The Sanguine on the other side looked at her weirdly.

'But you're winning?'

Just as she was about to push the confused Sanguine away, a flaming spear flew in, stabbing into the Sanguine's forearm.

"Is that complaining I hear?"

Ellone rolled her eyes, kicking the burning opponent away with her foot.

"You're the last one I wanted to see right now."

She was truly annoyed, having to fight two enemies of the same Sequence was stressful.

Dager smiled, condensing a fireball in his hand.

"Aw, don't be like that. I helped you didn't I?"

Ellone clicked her tongue before looking away.

She took out a paper with Recovery Rune and infused with spirituality.

The wound on her side stopped bleeding and slowly closed.

She didn't have time to do this during battle, so she was indeed slightly thankful that Dager intervened.

"Alright, I'm good now. You can go."

Ellone waved her hand, shooing Dager away.

Dager gently lifted his eyebrows.

"Will you be fine, sis?"

Ellone frowned, looking at her brother who continued throwing fire at the enemies.

"I'll. Be. Fine! Just go already."

Dager slightly raised his hands.

"Alright, alright."

Just as he was about to turn away, he paused.

"Oh, by the way. How many have you taken down by now?"

Ellone looked at him with disbelief.

She was silent for a moment, making Dager confused.

'Is she counting? What is there to-'

"5"

"..."

Dager was unsure how to react.

His eyes moved to the two long and black claws which used to be Ellone's hands.

He stayed quiet while walking away.

As he walked, condensing a Flaming Spear, he couldn't help but mumble.

"I thought you hated fighting..."

...

Kein sighed as he looked out the window.

"Is it that bad?"

He looked back to see a white cat with short fur and black spots.

He still felt freaky whenever an animal spoke to him, but he could handle it.

Kain nodded, moving away from the window.

"It is. Myra, do you know where Darmine went?"

Myra flicked her whiskers before meowing.

She was quiet for a moment.

"I think she went with Aeron."

Kein flinched, trying to remember who Aeron was.

After a second he looked back.

"The owl?"

Myra narrowed her small eyes.

"Yes, but don't call him that. It's like I asked if you were a human."

'But I am?'

Kein decided to simply apologize as he didn't want to argue with a cat.

He was doing his job as a Librarian together with the Scout Patrol, it was to search the building and collect or confiscate anything related to the Rosary Road.

Suddenly, an elegant young lady with emerald green eyes emerged from the opposing wall.

"Mr. Kein, I found something."

He gently nodded towards the Troop Guide.

"Miss Airina, you don't have to refer to me so formally.

"Okay."

"..."

Kein was speechless, but his face stayed neutral.

"Thank you."

'What kind of switch was that?'

He shook off his bafflement and nodded.

"What did you discover?"

Airina walked closer while pointing behind her.

"Was there a room there?"

A person would be puzzled if someone asked such questions, but the Detective Kein looked at it from a different angle.

After a bit of math and measuring in his mind, Kein shook his head.

"No, that area is supposed to be dull."

Airina smiled brightly before grabbing him by the forearm.

She momentarily looked at Myra and nodded.

"Please excuse us, we'll be right back."

Myra didn't answer and instead continued watching.

As if it was natural, Airina ignored the Spectator and dragged Kein to the wall she just emerged from.

Kein shut his eyes on reflex before he felt light tingling around his body.

It was a strange feeling as his body passed through the solid wall.

'That was stra-'

His thoughts got cut off midway.

He couldn't see.

No, he could see.

He could see yellow, pure gold and a bit of silver.

His jaw dropped.

'The f*ck?'

He looked to his left where Airina stood.

She was looking at the money with a smile.

It was a pleased and happy smile, not confused or shocked smile.

Kein was puzzled for a second before coming to a realization.

'Ah... I forgot she's rich.'

He gently shook his head and moved forward.

Airina let go of his arm and asked.

"How much do you think this is?"

Kein looked at her before crouching down next to the neat piles of golden coins.

Honestly, these golden wouldn't amount to as much as one might think.

And in this world, paper notes were used much more than golden coins.

Kein was just surprised because his riches would reach those of a middle-class citizen at best.

And as a middle-class, seeing so much gold was an impossible sight.

"I don't know, but around... 20 000 risot? I see some notes behind it, so probably."

He looked back at Airina with a smile.

But...

'Why does she seem so down.'

Airina's smile disappeared.

She looked disappointed.

"Only 20 000 risot? I never thought they'd be so poor..."

"..."

Kein kept looking at Airina.

His heart stung because of her response, but she didn't seem to care how he felt.

What made it worse was that Airina's disappointment was genuine.

She was truly disappointed in the 20 000 risot before her.

Kein silently sighed while pulling out a Spell Scroll.

"You don't have to waste that."

"Excuse me?"

Before he could turn around, starry emerald-green light filled the room.

Then, the space under the money ripped and created a galaxy styled door with emerald sub-color.

'But ripping the scroll would create the same effect...'

Kein didn't dwell on it as Airina probably just wanted to show off the jewelry.

He slowly stood up, walking to the joyful Airina.

Airina nodded, grabbing his forearm before dragging him the same way they entered from.

Just as they emerged inside of the room, they saw a short-furred black cat sitting by the window.

She had a barely noticeable black collar around her neck with starry silver decoration.

She turned to the two newcomers.

Darmine nodded at them, jumping off the chair she was currently sitting on.

Around the room was a couple of other animals.

There was the dark-gray wolf Kalim and the large brown owl Aeron.

Myra was still at her previous spot while the black-furred dog Serra sat by the door.

Airina looked around, they were missing one.

She locked eyes with Darmine.

"Where is Warder?"

She was talking about the male cat with gray fur and white paw.

Darmine shifted the angle of her ears before nodding towards a closet.

Kein and Airina followed the gaze to look on top of the tall wooden furniture.

On top, crouching, was a gray cat silently watching the two.

Airina gently flinched in surprise.

'Those two eyes are way too scary... not to mention, cat's generally barely ever blink.'

She couldn't help but think that as she quickly averted her eyes.

Kein wasn't too bothered.

"Is something going on?"

Although they did schedule a meetup, that was not now and not here.

Darmine slowly nodded, looking out the window which shone with crimson.

"It's just that we overestimated this place, it's finished."

Airina hummed, walking over to the closed terrace window.

"So we're done, is that so?"

Darmine moved next to her, looking at the bright moon, it was much brighter than usual.

"That's right. As far as secret rooms go, we've pretty much covered them all. Anything above this difficulty is too dangerous. It could very well be cursed."

Kein nodded, also walking to look out of the window.

He was unsure why, but he just got a bad premonition.

It was over thirty minutes since the battle begun, and it was far from over, but something seemed wrong.

Darmine looked up before nodded.

"You noticed it too?"

Kein looked down at the black-furred cat, not answering.

Seeing this, Darmine shook her head.

"There've been no disturbances. No earthquakes. Nothing."

Kein frowned, nodding.

Hearing this, Airina turned to them.

"Is there a problem with that? Isn't that good?"

The brown owl, Aeron, flew over.

"Of course. There is a battle between Demigods happening not too far from here. There's bound to be so-"

He couldn't finish his words.

It was too sudden and strong.

A tremor like never before shook not only the ground but also the air itself.

The window before them exploded and small shards flew in their direction.

Airina was the fastest to react.

Even before the windows exploded, she already understood that the upcoming event wouldn't be pleasant.

She pointed her palm forward at a speed inadequate for a young noble lady.

Her spirituality stirred and poured into the starry emerald ring on her hand.

The decoration shone as she opened her mouth.

Then the window shattered and glass flew towards her face.

"Stop!"

Her voice was deep and crispy.

It was not said in Highlander but in Jotun, which had pretty short words.

A transparent wall made out of Violet-black flames burst forth, protecting herself and the space one meter around her.

It was something similar to a Spell Scroll.

There were basically small pieces of paper stitched into the ring and decoration.

Which is why it could only be used once before needing to be recovered by Juny.

The glass shards fell to the floor, but the intense rumbling didn't cease.

'What in the hell..?!'

Kein, who was blocking his face just moments ago frowned.

He felt light tingling on the back of his neck, as if something was crawling on his skin.

It was an uneasy feeling.

The air continued to rumble in sync with the ground.

A loud sound resonated as the ground not too far away exploded.

It was a legitimate explosion of great strength.

The dirt which flew up was scarlet red.

The moon which ruled over the night sky just seconds ago was gone.

The light was so dim that it seemed almost incorporeal.

The air turned unbearably heavy as the surroundings continued to vibrate.

Airina held onto the broken window's frame.

She looked out and onto the sky filled with dust and dirt.

Her face stiffened as the smog cleared up.

She felt like her heart was in her mouth, her spirituality twisting and turning to protect herself inner organs from the pressure.

Her body shuddered, but she stayed on her feet.

Kein, on the other hand, collapsed to the floor, still not taking his eyes of the sky.

Darmine's eyes clouded, slowly turning red before bright streams of blood slid down the sides of her furred face.

Funnily enough, a sentence unfit for the current moment lingered in her head.

"Ah... I'm sorry Juny. We jinxed it."

...

Dager's hand froze.

His body instinctively bend down to touch the floor.

Just then, a tremendous shockwave filled the air and shook the ground.

The surroundings momentarily turned lightless before pure crimson light highlighted every small object.

Dager looked up, a large cloud of smoke and dust covered the red skies.

He slowly stood up, his legs lightly shaking.

With all his will, he restrained the intense conquering force and turned his head to the side.

He saw Ellone and Natia standing side to side, staring at the sky with terrified looks.

The chaotic battlefield came to a stop.

It was a stop so sudden that many lost their balance and fell to the ground.

But even then, noone had the power to abuse the current situation.

It felt like once you made a singular move, your heart would explode.

Dager gulped down the saliva building up in his mouth, his hands sweaty.

Ultimately, his eyes looked back at the clearing cloud of dust.

He could hear his hear beating, it was loud enough to silence the shaking surroundings.

As the shading dispersed, pure scarlet shone through, penetrating everything.

He felt his breath get stuck in his throat as he met eyes.

No, that's not right.

His eyes widened as he stared at an eye.

A large, circular eye.

Redder than the bloody moon.

Staring at all living below it.

It wasn't immediate.

First his legs shook, then his body collapsed to the ground.

Then his insides began extending and tearing.

He flexed all his muscles on instinct.

He feared that otherwise, his torso would be torn open.

'Cough!'

He flinched, his head shakily turned to the side.

He saw his sister staring up in complete terror.

Next to her Natia, she didn't even dare- no.

She couldn't look up.

She was spewing bright blood from her mouth.

It didn't come in waves, it flowed down like a light waterfall.

Coughs resounded all around him.

Those below Sequence 7 couldn't even cough.

They were curled into a ball, blood rushing from all possible facial exits.

The mouth, the nose, the eyes, the ears.

Even though it hasn't been over five seconds since the moon-like appeared in the sky, many were already lying in a pool of their own blood.

Dager felt his stomach twist as he looked back in a hurry.

He could see Valler sitting on the ground holding his stomach in agony.

Blood flowing from his mouth.

Dager's teeth cracked as he gritted them.

His irises were rapidly moving around.

He wasn't the only one not bleeding.

Degster, Shake, Ellone, Daimira.

Dager froze.

His hand moved up, gently touching the beautiful, starry-like earring.

It was warm, hot even.

Forget that, it was burning.

Even though his fingertips were hurting as if on fire, Dager didn't move his hand.

He stared at the crazy looking people from the Rosary Road.

They were screaming, mumbling and prostrating on the ground like that giant eye was the sign of their salvation.

Dager's shaking eyes turned steady.

His spirituality was chaotic and didn't fully listen to his will.

His gaze moved back to the large moon-like eye, he felt his mind turning numb with just a singular look.

He exhaled deeply, grabbing his ear and earring firmly.

The little spirituality that he could command whirred and poured into the small starry decoration.

He opened his mouth, his lips shaking.

"Move."

The tone was very quiet, quieter than a whisper.

The disorganized spirituality around him came to a still.

The more spirituality he poured into the earring, the calmer his own spirituality became.

Dager tried to spread his spirituality, but it was futile.

The spirituality outside of his own body wouldn't listen to him.

Dager's body shook as he felt the pressure grow more immense.

8 seconds have passed since the red eye appeared.

Dager felt his once calm body boil and contract.

He moved his trembling hands to his mouth.

There was blood.

Strong metallic taste filled his mouth.

He could hear coughing and choking sounds all around him.

To his horror, even his dear sister way lying on the ground vomiting chunks of blood.

Dager tightly shut his eyes.

It's been 10 seconds since the red moon-like eye appeared.

It was then, that the ground quaked.

This time, the rumbling was many times stronger.

The ground split and the clouds parted.

Then, out of all the cracks, thick and enormous chains emerged.

The shackled were blacker than a starless night with Violent flames flickering on its borders.

They surged forth and towards the giant crimson eye.

Dager's eyes were opened wide as he looked on in disbelief.

The moon-like eye's vertical pupil shrunk.

It's lashes, made of black wood, moved around like sprouting branches.

The branches clashed with the chains, trying to resist.

But, as the quantity of the branches fought with the quality of the shackles, the outcome was obvious.

The branches cracked, fell and regrew, but the chains only advanced.

As the colossal shackles surrounded the large moon-like eye, Dager felt his insides soothe.

His spirituality calmed back down and his organs moved back to their original place.

Soon, the thick chains fully grasped and locked the moon-like eye.

Its light dimmed and dimmed, as the pressure slowly disappeared.

When it seemed to have ended, the large chains started dissipating.

They dissolved starting from the cracks, and turned to burned dust.

Together with them, the giant moon-like eye vanished.

All seemed to be completely normal, only the ground stayed broken and the crimson moon continued to shine dimly.

Although it has now passed, the damage has already been dealt.

Dager couldn't move.

His spirituality was gone and his muscles were ripped.

All he could do was sit there with pain filled moans spreading from all sides.

But that wasn't his concern.

He felt it.

Those Shackles carried Juny's spirituality.

His body which fused with Cursed Beyonder Ingredients could tell.

Those Shackles were created using Juny's power.

The Void Pathway's power.

Dager's breath was haggard.

Each inhale seemed to be tearing his throat apart.

But that didn't concern him.

He knew one thing for sure.

'Whatever that was, it certainly was not a fight between humans.'