Two Years Later
While Mazza roamed the land, Zero's friends searched for him.
They never stopped.
For almost two years, they hunted every rumor, followed every lead, chased every whisper of his name.
They found nothing.
And slowly, hope began to die.
Mazza, meanwhile, grew stronger.
He discovered an ancient spell—one that shattered the restrictions binding his magic to Zero's body. The moment he cast it, he was free. Unbound. Whole.
He became, once again, the most dangerous man on the planet.
His first act was to cast the Spell of Cosmic Energy.
He aimed it at the sky—and the sky answered.
On both sides of the world, the heavens twisted into swirling nebula colors. Stars bled through clouds of violet and crimson. Day and night became indistinguishable.
The spell granted him dominion over the planet's natural resources.
He could conjure. Manipulate. Create.
And create he did.
From stone and root and bone, Mazza built an army. Monsters born from nature itself—endless, obedient, unstoppable.
Within months, he had conquered the world.
The apocalypse had begun.
The chaser population was devastated.
Those who opposed Mazza were slaughtered. Those who survived went into hiding. Over two years, most gave up entirely.
The Casters learned of Mazza's return and mobilized against him.
He captured them.
Tortured them.
Killed them slowly—for what they had done to his lover, a thousand years ago.
Revenge, served cold and eternal.
But not everyone fell.
Dixon and Jax survived.
They fought through wave after wave of nature monsters. They grew stronger—far more skilled than they had ever been.
And they made a vow.
They would never give up.
They would kill Mazza.
And they would bring Zero home.
The Forsaken Tribe
A resistance rose from the ashes.
It was led by a woman the world had nearly forgotten.
Flake.
She called her army the Forsaken Tribe—and it was made entirely of chasers.
Twenty-one hundred strong.
Sword-chasers. Hammer-chasers. Axe-chasers. Bow-chasers.
And a new class: Soul-chasers.
Soul-chasers wielded blunt-force magic without wands. Their power wasn't as refined as spell-chasers, but it was enough—enough to tear through Mazza's monsters and hold the line.
The Forsaken Tribe became a symbol of defiance.
Mazza took notice.
He sent an army to crush them—mixtures of animals fused into abominations, rock monsters, tree monsters, and worse. He held nothing back.
The Forsaken were forced to retreat. They regrouped in the shadows, battered but unbroken.
The Super Sword Chasers
On the other side of the land, another group emerged.
Two hundred fighters. All sword-chasers.
They called themselves the Super Sword Chasers.
Dixon and Jax led them.
Jax had changed.
She was still deadly with an axe—but she had switched her primary class to sword-chaser.
To represent Zero.
To carry a piece of him into every battle.
And though she never said it aloud, there was another reason.
Somewhere along the way—maybe at the falls, maybe before—she had caught feelings for him.
Now she fought in his name.
The Super Sword Chasers were relentless.
They carved through Mazza's forces without mercy, wiping out one percent of his army in coordinated strikes.
It wasn't enough to stop him.
But it was enough to make him watch.
Murder Town
Mazza's homeland—Murder Town—became the capital of the conquered world.
His kingdom stretched so far that it took an entire day to walk from one end to the other. The walls were forged from obsidian—black, gleaming, nearly indestructible.
He sat on a throne built from the bones of his enemies.
And he waited.
The Merger
One day, the Forsaken Tribe and the Super Sword Chasers found each other.
They merged into a single force.
The Forsaken Chasers.
Twenty-three hundred warriors.
The last army standing against Mazza.
The final hope for the world.
The Chasing War
Mazza's Castle
"They have no chance."
Mazza stood at the window, gazing out at his kingdom.
"I have the largest army in the world."
A servant approached nervously. "Sir... there are people at the wall. They're trying to break through."
Mazza didn't turn around.
"Then they die."
He waved his wand.
Monsters surged from the ground below.
Seconds later—screams.
"They're dead now," the servant confirmed.
Mazza smiled faintly.
He walked to the top of the wall and looked down at his creations—thousands of them, stretching to the horizon.
"It's good to be back."
Then he descended into the dungeon.
At the far end, chained to the wall, hung a body.
Torn cloth around the waist. Skin pale. Eyes closed.
Zero.
Mazza studied him.
"What am I going to do with you?"
Zero didn't respond. He was barely conscious.
"You still have my magic in you. And I have the same magic in me. There's no spell to fix that."
He paused.
"But I can put you to use."
He stepped closer.
"I don't need your body anymore. I found a more durable host."
He raised his wand.
"But you... you'll serve me one last time."
He cast the Mind Spell.
"Be mine. Be my mind. For as long as it takes."
Zero's chains fell.
His body rose—floating upright, limp, hollow.
His eyes opened.
Pitch black.
No light. No recognition. No soul.
Mazza smiled.
"End the war. Kill all who oppose me."
Zero vanished.
The BattleForsaken Chasers vs. Mazza's Nature Monsters
The war raged for hours.
No side gained ground.
Dixon fought alone on the eastern flank, cutting through waves of monsters without rest. He didn't fall. Not once.
Jax led the center with the bulk of the army, striking down everything that moved.
Flake commanded the front lines, facing the largest creatures—giants made of stone and fire and twisted wood.
Then the ground began to shake.
Cracks split the earth.
And from below—lava serpents.
Massive. Molten. Dozens of them.
They tore through the Forsaken ranks. Chasers fell by the hundreds.
Mazza had gained the upper hand.
Dixon sprinted to the front. Jax followed.
Together with Flake, they engaged the serpents—but for every one they killed, three more emerged.
"This is insane!" Dixon shouted. "There's no end to them!"
"No backing down now!" Flake yelled. "We have to tear through the middle and break through!"
Jax stepped forward. "I can cut us a path. One of my abilities—it's strong enough to get two of us inside."
Dixon nodded. "I'll go with you."
Flake gripped her weapon. "Then go. I'll hold the line."
Jax activated the Chaos Axe.
Dixon grabbed onto her back.
She aimed the blade behind her—and launched.
They rocketed forward like a missile.
A flash of light.
Something hit them mid-air.
They crashed into the ground, tumbling across the dirt.
Jax looked up—and her heart stopped.
Zero.
He stood before them, wreathed in black fire. His armor burned darker than night. In his hand was a weapon she didn't recognize—warped, heavy, radiating malice.
The Dark Matter Blade.
Forged by Mazza himself. As fast and strong as its wielder.
Zero looked at them.
No recognition.
No hesitation.
He raised the blade—and swung.
Dixon grabbed Jax and dove.
The sword hit the ground.
The world broke.
A crater exploded outward—so massive it looked like the land itself had been rewritten. Dirt, stone, bodies—everything was thrown into the sky.
Chasers with Aquatic Blades reacted instantly, catching survivors in streams of water before they hit the ground.
Only a fraction of the army survived.
Jax stared at Zero.
"What happened to him?"
Dixon's voice was grim. "Mazza detached. Found a new host. And now he's using Zero against us."
He drew his blade—the Blade of a Thousand Suns.
"This might not be strong enough. But I have to try."
He activated maximum heat.
And charged.
Zero was faster.
Every strike Dixon threw missed. Every opening he found closed instantly.
Zero moved like smoke—untouchable, relentless.
He knocked Dixon across the battlefield again and again.
Then he pierced Dixon's leg.
Dixon screamed.
Out of nowhere—a hammer slammed into Zero's face.
He flew sideways, crashing into the dirt.
Dixon looked around.
No one was there.
Just a floating hammer—glowing faintly—then vanishing into light.
Zero rose.
Grabbed the Dark Matter Blade.
Swung.
Dixon caught his wrist—barely.
The wind from the blade alone knocked everyone nearby off their feet.
"Zero!" Dixon shouted. "What's wrong with you?!"
Zero's voice came out wrong.
Layered. Hollow. Demonic.
"I'm lost."
Then he multiplied.
Copies of Zero surrounded Dixon—each one holding the same blade.
Dixon couldn't block them all.
One of them lunged.
The sword drove through his chest.
Jax screamed.
A sound torn from somewhere deeper than grief.
She sprinted toward Zero, Chaos Axe raised, and swung with everything she had.
The impact launched him into a tree.
He vanished before he hit the ground.
She dropped to her knees beside Dixon.
"Get up. GET UP."
He didn't move.
Flake approached slowly. Her voice was quiet.
"Jax... I'm sorry."
"No—"
"He's gone. Zero killed him."
Jax screamed again—louder this time. Rage and sorrow and something broken beyond repair.
She drove the Chaos Sword into the earth.
The blast annihilated every monster within a hundred feet.
Mazza's Castle:
Zero appeared in the dungeon.
Mazza turned to face him.
"Did you do it?"
"Not all of them." Zero's voice was flat. Empty. "I killed the skilled one."
"Good."
Mazza smiled.
"That will make things easier. Now we watch them crumble."
He raised his wand—and Zero collapsed, unconscious.
Mazza chained him back to the wall.
"For now, you rest."
He walked toward the door.
"But soon... you'll kill until there are no more."