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Clover Capital...
Wizard King's Palace...
Grand Gathering Hall...
Moments Later...
Mereoleona had just taken her first step toward Ben—
When the doors burst open.
-CRASH!
A guard stumbled inside, armor scorched, face pale.
"THE CAPITAL IS UNDER ATTACK!" he shouted. "UNDEAD—THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!"
The hall froze. Then exploded into motion.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Knights rushed to the windows.
The heavy frames were thrown open—and the sight beyond silenced even the boldest among them.
Fires burned across multiple districts.
Smoke rose in thick columns.
In the streets below, figures staggered unnaturally—twisted bodies crawling, dragging themselves forward, chasing screaming citizens.
Not one location. Not one breach.
The attack was spread across the capital.
"Move!"
Fuegoleon Vermillion barked, already heading for the door.
Captains scattered in different directions, each choosing a quadrant. Vice-captains rallied their squads instantly.
The feast vanished as plates clattered to the floor, replaced by drawn grimoires and battle cries.
Ben turned sharply.
"Charlotte. Nebra. Get to your squads and contain the southern and eastern sectors. Protect civilians first."
Both women nodded without hesitation and sprinted off.
Ben stepped toward the window and looked down at the streets below.
Undead. Clawing. Burning.
His eyes hardened.
Behind him, Mereoleona Vermillion stood silent for once.
"...."
"You going to do something?"
She asked, voice low, flames already curling at her fists.
Ben didn't answer immediately.
He raised his wrist. The Omnitrix pulsed.
He rotated the dial deliberately.
-Click! -Click! -Click!
-Click! -Click!
Stopped. Selected. Pressed.
A blinding radiant green light engulfed him.
-FLASH!!!
Bones elongated. Skin shifted to a chilling blue. Frost crackled outward from his feet.
When the light faded—
Jak the Freeze stood in his place.
His body leaned forward slightly, long limbs coiled like a skater mid-glide.
Ice spiraled around his feet, leaving frost trails across the marble.
His voice emerged cracked, deep—and irritated.
"OH GREAT. ZOMBIES. BECAUSE MY NIGHT WASN'T CHAOTIC ENOUGH."
He stepped onto the window ledge.
Below, undead clawed through civilians.
His eyes glowed cold.
"TIME TO FREEZE THE PARTY."
-KEKEKEKE!!!
With a manic laugh that carried sharp edges of anger beneath it, Jak the Freeze leapt.
Instead of falling—
-SCREEEECH!!!
He skated down the palace wall, ice forming beneath his feet as if gravity itself had been politely ignored.
He hit the street in a spray of frost and slid forward at terrifying speed.
Behind him—
Mereoleona grinned like a lion released into open plains.
-Grin!
"Heh."
Flames erupted around her as she launched herself from the window without hesitation.
The capital burned. Undead swarmed.
And from opposite elements—fire and ice—Two predators descended upon the chaos.
Southern District Streets...
Chaos in Motion.
The boy ran.
Smoke burned his lungs. His mother's voice shouted his name somewhere ahead.
His father pulled his sister forward, never looking back.
"KEEP RUNNING!" someone screamed.
Then—His foot caught a loose stone.
He crashed to the ground.
Air left his lungs in one painful burst.
He scrambled, hands scraping against cobblestone, panic swallowing him whole as he looked up. Too late.
The undead had already closed the distance.
Twisted figures lurched toward him, jaws snapping, fingers clawing at the air.
Their empty eyes locked onto him like starving wolves.
The boy froze.
"...."
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move.
One of the creatures lunged—
And then—A strange, erratic laughter echoed across the street.
-KEKEKEKE!!!
Sharp. Cracked. Amused.
"HEY! WALKING CORPSES!"
Something white arced through the air.
A snowball.
It landed in the center of the horde and rolled once along the ground.
For a heartbeat—Nothing happened.
Then—
FLASH!!!
The snowball detonated like a silent frost bomb.
A shockwave of freezing mana burst outward in a perfect circle, swallowing the undead mid-motion.
Frost climbed their limbs instantly, locking them in place.
Ice crawled up their torsos, over their jaws, across their empty eyes.
In seconds—
The entire horde stood frozen like grotesque statues.
The street went silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Snowflakes drifted lazily where fire had burned moments before.
The boy blinked, stunned.
A thin trail of ice formed across the cobblestone in front of him.
It curved sharply.
And from that frozen trail—
A tall, blue figure slid into view.
Ice spiraled around his feet as he stopped perfectly in front of the boy, one clawed hand on his hip.
-SCREECH!!!
"YOU REALLY GOTTA WORK ON YOUR FOOTWORK, KID."
Jak the Freeze tilted his horned head, examining the frozen undead.
"RUNNING FROM ZOMBIES IS A MARATHON. NOT A FACEPLANT COMPETITION."
He glanced over his shoulder at the boy's terrified face.
His voice softened—slightly.
"YOU'RE GOOD. THEY'RE NOT MOVING."
Behind them, one of the frozen undead twitched faintly inside the ice.
Jak sighed.
-SIGH!!!
"AND THEY BETTER STAY THAT WAY."
With a flick of his wrist, ice thickened, sealing the statues completely.
He turned back to the boy and pointed down the street where the family had run.
"GO. CATCH UP. AND MAYBE WATCH WHERE YOU STEP."
The boy hesitated for half a second.
"...."
Then nodded rapidly and ran.
-Nod
Jak watched him go. Then his cracked laughter returned.
-KEKE!
"ALRIGHT. WHO ELSE WANTS A COLD SNAP?"
The capital still burned.
And the ice was just getting started.
Jak watched the boy disappear into the smoke.
More undead were crawling from alleyways. From sewer grates. From rooftops.
Summoned. Not wandering. Summoned.
He let out an exaggerated, irritated sigh.
-SIGH!!!
"WHOEVER'S RAISING YOU GUYS BETTER HOPE I DON'T FIND THEM."
Ice cracked under his feet as he pushed off, skating forward in a blur of blue and white.
Across the plaza—
Mereoleona Vermillion was in her element.
Flames roared around her fists as she tore through the horde like it was a training session.
An undead lunged—
She caught it mid-air and drove it into the ground with a fiery explosion.
Another came from behind—
She spun, elbowing it clean through a wall.
Her grin was wild.
-Grin
"Is this all?!"
She laughed, incinerating three more with a single flaming sweep.
"I've had tougher sparring sessions!"
Meanwhile—
Jak the Freeze zigzagged through the streets like a performer on an icy stage.
Undead swiped at him—
He leaned sideways, skating on one foot, frost spiraling beneath him.
"TOO SLOW!"
He flicked a snowball behind him without even looking.
It hit the cobblestone—
BOOM!!!
A burst of freezing mana locked half a dozen undead mid-stride, their limbs frozen in awkward poses.
Jak skidded to a stop, spinning once before launching forward again.
"SERIOUSLY, DID YOU ALL SKIP LEG DAY IN THE AFTERLIFE?"
He vaulted over a cluster of crawling corpses, landed, and slid under a flailing arm before kicking off a wall and blasting another snowball into the center of a growing pack.
Ice detonated outward again.
Freeze. Shatter. Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
He straightened, brushing frost from his shoulder.
"THIS IS GETTING REPETITIVE."
From the other side of the square, Mereoleona's flames surged upward, lighting the night like a second sunrise.
She glanced toward him, eyes blazing.
"Don't slow down!"
Jak laughed sharply.
-KEKEKEKE!!!
"I'M JUST WARMING UP."
More undead poured into the capital.
But now—The streets were no longer theirs.
They had drawn the attention of fire. And ice.
Western District...
The western streets were chaos.
Undead swarmed in waves, climbing over carts, crashing through shop doors, chasing civilians through smoke and debris.
In the middle of it—
Asta roared.
"OUT OF MY WAY!"
His anti-magic sword cleaved through a cluster of undead, their bodies dissolving as the dark blade erased the magic animating them.
He pivoted, blocking a claw swipe with raw strength before smashing another aside with a headbutt.
Beside him—
Leopold Vermillion burst forward in a blaze of fire.
"Flame Magic: Crimson Eruption!"
A pillar of fire engulfed half the street, reducing the incoming horde to ash.
Leopold grinned fiercely, glancing at Asta.
-Grin
"You're strong!" he shouted. "But don't think that means I'll lose to you!"
Asta blinked mid-swing.
"Huh?!"
Leopold pointed dramatically at him.
"I declare you my rival!"
Asta froze for half a second.
"…You what?!"
More undead crashed into them before the conversation could continue.
The two leapt back-to-back instinctively, cutting and burning through the incoming tide.
But the horde kept growing.
They were being pushed back.
Then—
A wave of fire descended from above.
Not wild. Not chaotic. Controlled. Precise.
The entire front line of undead disintegrated instantly.
Both boys looked up.
"...."
"...."
A tall figure landed between them, flames dancing calmly around him.
Fuegoleon Vermillion had arrived.
"Maintain formation,"
Fuegoleon ordered, voice steady as a drawn blade.
Another sweep of his hand—Another controlled inferno erased a dozen undead without harming a single building behind them.
Leopold's eyes sparkled.
"Brother!"
Fuegoleon glanced briefly at him—then at Asta.
He noticed it.
The seal on Asta's forehead. The anti-magic radiating from his blade. The resolve in his eyes.
"…You've grown," Fuegoleon said calmly.
Asta puffed up slightly despite the chaos. "Of course I have!"
Leopold grinned.
-Grin
"I just declared him my rival!"
Fuegoleon's eyebrow lifted.
"…Is that so?"
He looked at Asta again, studying him more carefully this time.
The way he stood.
The way he protected civilians without hesitation.
Then—
A faint smile touched Fuegoleon's face.
"Very well," he said.
Leopold blinked.
Fuegoleon straightened slightly, flames intensifying.
"Then I, too, acknowledge you."
Asta's eyes widened.
Fuegoleon's voice carried calm authority even amid destruction.
"Asta… I declare you my rival."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even the undead seemed to pause for a heartbeat.
Asta stared.
"…HUH?!"
Leopold looked betrayed.
"Brother! You can't just steal my rival!"
Fuegoleon's flames flared brighter as another wave of undead approached.
"Compete with him properly, then," he replied smoothly.
Then he stepped forward.
"Crimson Lion—advance."
The three of them surged into the horde together.
Fire and anti-magic collided against the undead tide—
And for the first time since the attack began—The western district stopped retreating.
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