The sound of the horse-drawn carriage still echoed in Waker's head even after they got out. The air felt heavy that night, as if holding its breath for the reckless plan they were about to carry out. Lucy sat leaning against the carriage wall, staring at the dim, foggy sky.
She broke the silence first.
"Waker, I already know why this island is like this…," she said softly.
Waker, who was cleaning a small blade of dried blood, turned his head lazily. "Why?" he asked briefly, but his tone was wary.
Lucy began to tell everything she had heard from the old man who owned the tavern — about the Viking invasion from Ise, about the massacre of the humans, and about their leader named Viker, the iron-bodied monster with a physical-type Quirk.
The deeper the story went, the harder Waker gripped his blade. Veins popped out on his temples, his eyes sharpened.
"So they're not just ordinary pirates… they're invaders," he hissed bitterly.
Lucy nodded, her face was cold, but her eyes sparkled with determination.
"That's why we can't just run away. We have to fight them all. If not us, who else?"
Kaine, who had been sitting at the end of the carriage seat, finally spoke up, a thin smile appearing.
"It's also funny, a human without a Quirk wanting to fight the Vikings. But… I think this crazy idea is interesting."
His casual tone made Lucy stare sharply, but after a few seconds, Waker chuckled softly.
"Alright. If we die, at least we won't die as cowards."
The three of them looked at each other. There was no turning back.
"Our goal now is the auction place !!" Lucy said firmly.
Kaine knocked on the side of the carriage. "Hear that, driver. Take us to Slave Hall."
The building stood proudly before them. Not just an auction site, but a black castle with towering spires and walls covered in obsidian-colored flags. The stones seemed to absorb the moonlight.
The Horse Carriage driver left after Kaine paid 1 Gold Coin.
Lucy swallowed hard. "So this is the place…"
Waker just scoffed with a mixture of admiration and hatred. "So majestic for a place to sell humans."
Kaine, with his typical elven composure, led the way. "Follow me, I know the way. When I bought you earlier, I went around this place."
Lucy and Waker exchanged glances before following him in through a narrow and dusty air vent.
Beneath Slave Hall, a foul secret was revealed. The basements were like hell: faint screams, the stench of blood, and the sight of bodies bound in chains.
Lucy covered her mouth, almost vomiting. "They….."
Waker turned his face away, his jaw clenched. "Damn it…."
Then they saw a prison room that looked quiet and still. They went straight down to that prison, and who would have thought that in one of the dark cells, Lucy saw a familiar face — the innocent Viking she had lied to in the Slave Shop. She was surprised.
"Uncle?! Why are you here? Aren't you one of them?"
The big man opened his eyes slowly, his voice hoarse.
"Because of you…" he said softly. "You stole that key. I was punished. But it's better than having to obey him—Viker…"
Lucy was silent. Guilt pierced her chest. But before she could say more, she gripped the iron bars tightly.
"Then come with us. We're going to stop Viker. You're free to decide your own fate."
Hearing that, Waker and Kaine were shocked.
The Viking looked at her for a long time, then smiled faintly. "Alright. My name is Galge. And you have bigger guts than most Vikings I know."
Lucy then replied.
"I'm Lucy, this is Waker and Kaine... Nice to meet you," she said.
Initially, Waker and Kaine didn't agree, but since Lucy had made up her mind, well... What could they do?
Waker took a pinch of blood from his palm, shaping it into a red key that dripped slowly. He turned the key in the keyhole — click — and the iron door opened.
But their luck was short-lived. Galge's large body made it impossible for him to pass through the vent. As they exited through the prison door, a guard was already waiting.
"Prisoners escaped!!" he shouted.
Within seconds, an alarm bell rang throughout the castle. Dozens of iron-boot steps were heard approaching.
"We're already cornered, just attack!" Waker shouted.
Kaine raised his hand, white light accumulating at the tip of his palm.
"Particle Light Shoot!"
The small light shot straight, piercing the head of the first guard. His body collapsed instantly.
Waker laughed, blood from his hand floated, forming small projectiles.
"My turn! Blood Particle Shoot!"
The red projectiles surged, hitting another guard's chest and piercing his metal armor.
Kaine glanced sharply. "You're copying my skill, aren't you?"
"Don't be jealous, light boy," Waker replied teasingly.
Meanwhile, Galge raged like a released bull. His big fists hit the ground and made the floor tremble. Each of his punches was able to throw two to three Vikings at once.
Lucy tried to help with the heavy sword she had found in the prison, but she was clearly not used to it. Her slashes only left small scratches on the Vikings' tough skin. As she fell backward, one of the enemies raised a large ax towards her head—
Clang!
Galge's fist hit the enemy's face. "Don't touch her!" he shouted.
But all that changed when three large shadows emerged from the darkness of the main stairs.
Viker, the leader, stepped forward with heavy steps. Behind him, his two right-hand men — Slake and Clake — walked together, with sinister smiles on their faces.
In a flash, Slake hit Waker, sending him crashing into the wall. Clake attacked Kaine with a quick punch, shattering the floor where he stood.
Blood dripped from Waker's lips, but he laughed. "Heh… just starting, and it's already getting hot."
Kaine stood up, raising his sword made of pure light. "You've just been joking around, focus... Idiot."
The two seemed to understand each other without speaking. Waker formed two blood swords, Kaine two light swords.
They ran together — one red, one white — breaking through the crowd. Two battles broke out:
Waker vs Slake.
Kaine vs Clake.
Their collisions were deafening. Light and blood clashed, staining the castle air with red and gold.
Meanwhile, Lucy and Galge faced Viker themselves.
The giant stood tall, his body filled with muscles as hard as steel.
"You think you can fight me? This world belongs to the strong," he said flatly, then struck Lucy with a single punch.
Lucy's body was thrown against the wall, blood spurting from her lips. Galge roared angrily, attacking Viker repeatedly — but his punches were meaningless. Viker didn't even take half a step back.
With one retaliatory punch, Galge was thrown five meters away, crashing into a stone pillar and breaking it.
Viker stepped closer to Lucy who was trying to stand but couldn't. He raised his fist again —
"Lucy!!!" Galge shouted.
The punch landed hard, and Lucy's body was thrown once more, blood flowing from her head and nose.
Viker laughed in satisfaction.
"Weak. Just like all humans on this island."
Galge, with labored breath and a body full of wounds, stared at Lucy's unmoving body.
"Lucyyyy!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
And behind that shout… Waker's blood-soaked eyes seemed to change color — burning red like embers. The effect of his anger merging with his Quirk.
Viker slowly walked towards Galge, spreading an aura of death that pressed the air around him. The veins on his neck were protruding, his breath heavy like a wild beast that had just found its prey.
Galge, with his bruised body and blood dripping from his temples, stood between Viker and Lucy—even though he knew, one more attack from the Viking leader could end his life.
Waker and Kaine watched it with burning eyes. Their teeth were chattering from restrained anger. But they couldn't move forward because Slake and Clake were standing in the way like steel walls.
But suddenly, something strange happened.
From a crack in the magnificent but blood-soaked walls of Slave Hall, a single white feather floated down slowly. Bathed in a gentle wind, the feather sparkled as if reflecting heavenly light.
And as the feather touched the floor—
Lucy opened her eyes.
Her body trembled, blood flowed from her temples. From behind her back, particles of yellow light emerged, spinning rapidly, forming a vortex of energy. In an instant, one of those particles shot towards Viker and struck him, causing him to stumble slightly. A small wound—but it clearly surprised the Viking leader.
Lucy had just unlock her Quirk. Her Quirk is... Uncertain... but with that Quirk Lucy is able to control or create light. And that light's power is different from Kaine's.
Lucy's light is not pale white like Kaine's, but bright yellow like the sun.
In a swift movement, Lucy transformed her hand into a blade of light, then pierced Viker's back. The sword pierced slowly, not deep enough to kill, but enough to make Viker roar in anger.
"Looks like I underestimated you, kid!" he snarled.
Because of Viker's rage it climaxed. He activated his Quirk—his entire body strengthened threefold.
Waker, Kaine, and Galge felt relieved to see Lucy get up from the attack earlier. They sighed in relief as if they were calm.
Battle Waker vs Slake
Their battle was like two colliding storms. Slake with his hammer-like blows, Waker with his waves of blood that continued to explode in the air.
Every slash of Waker's blood hit the wall, breaking stone. Every punch of Slake landed, the ground trembled.
But slowly, Waker was pushed back. His blood flowed non-stop, his breath labored, but in his mind, there was only one image—the demon who destroyed his island.
"Not enough…" he muttered, his voice trembled like anger that had always been restrained.
Then, he focused all the blood particles around him and shouted:
"The Dracule Sword!!!"
The sky above Slave Hall seemed to tremble. Thousands of blood particles merged into a giant sword ten meters long—shaped like the mythical giant sword from his village. Slake couldn't move because in addition to the giant sword, there were small but sharp blood particles blocking him.
Battle Kaine vs Clake
On the other side, Kaine continued to withstand Clake's brutal attacks. Even though he was hit repeatedly, Kaine remained standing. His eyes remained calm.
"Enough playing around," he said flatly.
White light particles began to gather behind him.
"The Hand of God."
Instantly, a giant luminous white bone hand emerged from his back and struck Clake repeatedly. Each punch emitted a wave of light, causing Slave Hall to shake. Clake tried to get up, but the hand continued to smash him until his body was destroyed.
When the light disappeared, Clake was no longer moving—dead on the spot.
Final Battle: Lucy vs Viker
Galge could only watch from a distance, shocked and amazed by Lucy's power.
The little girl he thought was weak now radiated light. Her movements were as fast as the light itself, difficult for ordinary eyes to see.
Viker too began to falter.
They exchanged attacks and blows. Lucy took dozens of hits, but remained standing. Every time she fell, she got up again. And with each rise, the light on her body grew brighter.
Her resolve was simple:
This world is cruel, and she won't survive if she remains weak.
To find her sister, she must become stronger.
With that conviction, Lucy looked at Viker and focused all the light particles into the air.
Millions of light bullets formed around her, spinning into a large vortex.
At the same time, Waker, who had prepared his giant blood sword, also raised his weapon.
They both shouted together—
"Destroy everything!!!"
The red sword and yellow light bullets shot out simultaneously.
The sound of explosions shook Slave Hall until its walls cracked, the Viking flag on the roof caught fire, and the floor trembled violently.
Slake and Viker could only stare at those two kids in fear. They recognized that aura—the same aura as someone from seventy years ago, a mysterious figure who had once changed the climate of Ise to extremes. An aura that made them unable to move.
And in an instant—
Everything was over.
The attack swallowed Slake and Viker completely.
When the dust settled, both were lifeless.
Lucy and Waker fainted after exerting all their strength.
Galge ran to Lucy, his knees trembling. He gently carried Lucy, while Kaine carried Waker on his shoulder.
"Idiot…" Kaine muttered softly, but his voice was full of respect.
They left Slave Hall, which was now half destroyed.
Outside, the sun rose slowly.
The morning light pierced through the ruins, as if blessing the end of that cruelty.
No one outside knew what had happened that night. The surviving slaves ran out in tears, some of them Viking women who had been victims of Viker's crimes.
Lucy, Waker, Kaine, and Galge finally took refuge in Galge's house—a simple house made of black wood, large but warm.
There they rested, while the world outside began to change without them realizing it.