Swish… Bam… Bam… Bam!
The air trembled. The ground cracked.
Heat rippled through the ruined streets, bending the air until even metal cars began to melt like wax. The city itself seemed to boil beneath the pressure of two monsters disguised as men.
Rihan's body was a blur of fire and motion.
Each strike landed faster, heavier—like thunder following lightning.
To the naked eye, he was nothing but streaks of flame and fury—his afterimages carving trails of destruction across the battlefield.
"Taste the fires of hell, you monster!"
SLAM—BOOM!
Tita crashed into a wall, shattering it to dust.
He tried to stand—but before he could, another blow came.
Then another.
And another.
The ground split beneath them, fire bursting through the cracks. The city trembled as if it feared what these two beings had become.
"Ugh… AHHHH! You MOTHERFUCKER!" Tita roared, blood spraying from his mouth. "I'll kill you! I'll kill every last one of you standing here!"
His body began to twist and swell—muscles bulging, veins glowing red like molten veins of lava.
His aura expanded violently, swallowing the street in waves of heat.
"Come on, Rihan!" he bellowed, laughing madly. "Try to stop me! Let's see if you can save your little insects before I crush them all!"
Tita charged toward the screaming civilians.
And Rihan… didn't move.
He simply stood there, eyes locked on the monster before him.
The fire across his body pulsed gently, breathing with him. The blood dripping from his wounds began to burn away—replaced by pure flame. His pain turned to calm. His calm turned to something terrifying.
Pffft.
A small chuckle escaped his lips. Then another.
Then—laughter.
Soft at first.
Then wild.
Then uncontrollable.
"Ha… hahaha… HAHAHAHAHA!"
The world froze.
The people watching—terrified, broken, desperate—stared in disbelief.
"He's… laughing?" someone whispered.
"He's gone mad…" another murmured through tears.
Tita grinned wickedly. "Look at your hero!" he roared. "Laughing while you die! Pathetic!"
He turned toward the crowd, madness in his eyes.
"The life of a mosquito has no value. Neither does yours! You're all just insects to me! Now DIE!"
He lunged.
But before his claws could touch a single soul—
Whoosh—SMACK!
"HELLBOUND DRIVE!" Rihan's roar tore through the air like thunder.
His fist ignited—an explosion of pure fury, wrapped in divine flame.
Hellbound Drive: a rocket-charged punch fueled by nothing but rage.
THUD!
Tita flew back like a meteor, crashing through asphalt, tearing through metal and stone until the very ground screamed.
The impact cracked the earth open. Molten shards scattered like sparks of a dying sun.
Even far from the battlefield, people screamed as heat waves burned their skin and melted glass.
But no one blamed Rihan.
Not anymore.
Through the pain, they wept and shouted his name.
"Kill that monster, Blazefury! KILL HIM!"
Rihan turned slightly, his eyes glowing through the haze of flame.
"Run… as far as you can."
The crowd didn't hesitate.
They fled—every soul running for their life as the city burned behind them.
Above, helicopters circled—cameras struggling to focus through the heat distortion.
Below, every camera on the ground had already melted into slag.
Tita rose again—barely. His skin peeled, his breath ragged, but his rage unbroken.
"You… you're no hero," he snarled, jaw hanging at a crooked angle. "You're a demon. A creature from hell. Your flames are the fires of the inferno!"
Rihan said nothing.
He simply looked at him—eyes calm, expression unreadable.
Then, quietly, he laughed again.
"Haha… yes. You're right."
His voice trembled—not from pain, but from acceptance.
"I am a monster. That's what they all said."
He clenched his fist. His flames flickered white.
"But you made one mistake."
He looked up, eyes reflecting the storm of fire around him.
"You called my mother's fire—hellfire."
The air thickened. The heat grew unbearable. The flames around him surged, glowing brighter than the sun.
"That," he whispered, "is an insult to her."
INFERNAL BURST.
Infernal Burst: A massive eruption of life-force flames—sacrificing one's own vitality to unleash a fire that consumes everything.
A tidal wave of white flame erupted.
The entire world turned white.
"AHHH!" Tita screamed as Rihan seized him, fire engulfing them both. "LET ME GO! YOU INSECT! I'M BURNING!"
They shot upward—breaking through the clouds like a blazing spear.
Lightning cracked across the sky. The heavens split open as they vanished into the blinding storm.
"Let me go!" Tita's voice cracked, his body melting away.
But Rihan only smiled.
Far above the clouds, higher than the storm, Rihan looked down one last time.
"Let's end this."
FWOOM—THUD!
They plummeted from the sky like a falling star.
The collision split the ground open—a crater expanding like the mouth of hell.
Fire erupted in waves, tearing through concrete and steel.
Helicopters wobbled violently, their cameras shaking as the shockwave reached them.
"I'M BURNING ALIVE!" Tita screamed.
His voice broke. His body melted. His existence crumbled.
The world below could only watch.
Every screen across every continent showed the same sight—
A god wrapped in fire, and a monster turned to ash.
Reporters wept. The airwaves fell silent.
For a moment, even the sound of the world seemed to stop.
Rihan's body burned too. His skin cracked, glowing from within.
Each breath seared his lungs; each heartbeat felt like shattering glass.
But his eyes remained steady.
"You're insane," Tita gasped. "You're willing to die for them?! For these filthy humans?!"
Rihan looked down at him—softly, almost kindly.
"Humans aren't insects," he said. "Some are selfish. Some are cruel. But they can still love. They can still hope."
He gripped Tita's face.
"My mother believed in that hope."
The flames flared again—brighter than ever.
Tita's screams turned into wordless howls.
"You mocked her fire," Rihan whispered. "Then burn in it with me."
"I'LL PROVE HER RIGHT! I'M THE POWERFUL ONE!"
His voice rose into a roar, mixing with the storm above.
"HAHAHAHA—BURN! BURN INTO ASHES!"
Then—light.
A blinding, all-consuming light.
And silence.
When the flames finally died, there was nothing left of Tita—no body, no scream, no trace.
Only dust, drifting through the smoke like forgotten sin.
Rihan stood at the heart of the inferno—barely breathing, barely alive.
The white fire dimmed around him, fading into flickers of red.
He raised his head toward the sky.
His lips curved into a faint, peaceful smile.
"Mom…" he whispered.
Then—he fell.
His body hit the center of the crater without a sound.
The flames flickered once, then went out.
Across the world, millions watched in silence.
Reporters lowered their microphones.
Children clung to their mothers.
No one spoke.
Had humanity just lost another hero?
No one knew.
But as the smoke cleared and the light faded, a single name echoed—
a whisper carried by the wind through a city of ash.
"Blazefury…"