What happened in the Arena of Light was not a fight, but a swift and brutal massacre, the details of which human eyes could not follow.
The arena, once resounding with cheers, was transformed into a human slaughterhouse in fractions of a second.
Prince Valerius von Vambra stood in the center of the arena, his silky white hair billowing with the terrifying pressure of the Sani that emanated from him, turning the air around him into a tapestry of deadly cold that made breathing difficult for the onlookers.
The brutal massacre: with a movement that even the masters of swords could not perceive, Prince Vambra charged like a crimson shadow among the guards and nobles.
Dozens of the duchy's guards fell before they could touch their sword hilts; their heads flew through the air while their bodies stood for seconds, gushing blood like fountains.
The Duke of Red, who had always prided himself on his strength, tried to muster a crimson aura around his sword, attempting to fend off the entity. But Valerius was faster;
With a swift movement, the prince's hand pierced the duke's chest before his aura had fully formed. With utter cruelty, he ripped out the duke's still-beating heart, hurling his massive body against the shattered seats of the nobles.
Not content with this, he turned to the Marquis Jacroux, who was trying to pull off his leather armor. With a low blow of his bloodied hand, the prince cleaved the marquis's body lengthwise in two,
his limbs flying and mingling with the arena's dust in a savage spectacle that froze the blood in the veins of all present.
His luxurious white robes, adorned with red flowers, no longer needed embellishment; they were stained with the real blood of the nobles, making the flowers appear to bloom and feed on death. The Canson Family's Collapse: Meanwhile, the scene on the royal dais was heartbreaking.
Zane Canson collapsed to the marble floor, clutching his bleeding shoulder, his severed hand lying a few meters away. Blood stained the luxurious blue carpet as his cries of pain choked his breath.
Lucia (Amana) rushed in, screaming her father's name, her golden eyes brimming with tears of anguish and disbelief. Deep within her, a strange energy, a kind of "Sunny," began to surge through her veins in response to this injustice.
She threw herself beside her father, desperately trying to staunch the bleeding with her small hands, which were now stained with his blood.
Her mother, Valia, screamed hysterically, cradling her husband's head and gasping for breath, trying to call out to him: "Zayn! Stay with me! Don't leave!"
Prince Valerius stood apart, watching Lucia with a predatory smile, as if he were relishing her suffering. The distant golden aura of Carsa began to draw near, as if the sun itself had decided to avenge her daughter's tears.
Amidst the pools of blood that covered the marble of the Court of Light, Prince Valerius von Vambra stood, madness dancing in his bloodshot eyes, his hand dripping with the royal blood of the Canson family.
He abruptly stopped cutting, raised his bloodied head, and screamed in a terrifying, musical voice that echoed throughout the shattered duchy:
"Oh, you humans, how weak you are! Today I take Lucia, and tomorrow your kingdom, this worthless kingdom of Nolan, will be destroyed!"
At the mere mention of his name, the earth split open, revealing dozens of crimson shadows; vampires from the Kingdom of the Red Tear emerged like nightmares, embarking on a brutal massacre unlike any seen before. The screams of women and children filled the air as these monsters tore through flesh with their sharp teeth, committing the most heinous crimes against the innocent.
Prince Valerius burst into hysterical laughter, reveling in the sight of the real "Black Fingers" tearing at the fabric of the kingdom, while Lucia (Amana) and her mother rushed toward Zane's bloodied body.
Suddenly,
Valerius's laughter died in his throat.
The air remained undisturbed, perfectly still, as if time itself had frozen. The clouds parted, revealing a golden beam that pierced the blood-red fog, and from the heart of the light emerged a majestic youth, the likes of whom no eye had ever beheld.
His hair was as golden as the sun's rays, cascading over his shoulders above sumptuous white robes embroidered with intricate gold patterns that mirrored the paths of the stars. The youth grasped a gleaming white sword, its scabbard a perfect circle resembling the sun's disk at its zenith.
His eyes, golden and sharp like a hawk's, gazed with divine coldness upon Valerius.
Even more terrifying, a golden ring, glowing like a wreath of sun-fire, hovered above his head, radiating a magnificent energy that forced every beast and vampire in the arena to their knees against their will, just as creatures bow when a predator is released from its cage.
Everyone felt an immense pressure, unseen by humankind for millennia, a pressure that made the vampires' bones groan under the weight of "sky upon sky." The golden youth stood in the center of the arena, transforming the night of terror into a radiant day.
A funereal silence fell over the "Area of Light," where the vampires' laughter faded, replaced by a cold chill unrelated to the weather, but rather to a "Sani pressure" unlike any other.
The golden-haired youth stood amidst the wreckage, and beneath the sun's halo hovering above his head, he seemed a being plucked from the pages of ancient legends.
Prince Valerius's Submission
The moment this youth appeared, Prince Valerius von Vambra sensed with predatory instinct that the balance of power had been completely reversed; this stranger represented "heaven upon heaven," a realm beyond the reach of any king or prince.
Valerius understood instantly that if this youth had wished to annihilate them, they would now be nothing but dust in the wind.
The prince lowered his head with a dignity he hadn't even shown his father, a serious expression settling over his pale face. "Greetings, great guest," he said in a low voice. "May I have the honor of knowing who you are?"
The Golden Stranger's Ridicule
The Golden Youth looked at Valerius with his sun-kissed eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Oh... just a moment ago you were laughing hysterically as you severed limbs, and now you're bowing down? Truly, the people of Central are fickle and capricious."
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"And there's no need for a weakling like you to know my name; for truth is only given to those who deserve it."
The Blow That Split the Horizon
One of his followers, enraged by the vampire, enraged at the insult to his prince,
roared furiously as he charged at the youth: "How dare you speak to the prince like that?!"
Valerius was shocked and cried out in terror: "Stop it, you fool! Don't!"
But it was too late.
With a swift movement, his hand not even touching the hilt of his sword, the youth tore through the very fabric of space itself.
The sword didn't leave its scabbard, but an invisible pressure wave erupted, doing the unthinkable:
The vampire's body was split in two before he could even comprehend what had happened.
The buildings directly behind him crumbled as if a giant, invisible blade had slashed through them.
The distant mountain peak visible on the horizon beyond the duchy was also split, a section of it collapsing with a deafening roar that shook the earth.