The man was tall, his frame imposing yet unremarkable, his face betraying no emotion—just a blank mask of calm determination. He stood at the edge of the scorched battlefield, watching the chaos unfold. Thunder Lord, perched atop a jagged cliff, narrowed her eyes. She had feared the Seraphex might be mistaken for a beast, and now, with a flick of her hand, she recalled it, the creature vanishing in a swirl of shadow and light.
The man barely flinched as one of the beasts disappeared into thin air. A fleeting glimmer of surprise crossed his face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. His focus was absolute, locked onto the massive fire raven screeching overhead.
"Die, you *sshole!" he roared, sprinting forward with ferocious speed, every step shaking the ground beneath him.
Suddenly, a storm of arrows erupted from nowhere. They streaked toward the raven with deadly precision. The beast evaded some, incinerated others in bursts of golden flame, but the arrows kept coming, relentless. Soon, the fire feathers began to singe, droplets of molten blood streaking down its wings.
The man's fists moved with uncanny agility. With every swing, a volley of arrows manifested, flying in perfect arcs, guided by his intent. No bow, no quiver—just raw, unexplainable power.
"Where… where is he getting these from?" Thunder Lord muttered under her breath, her icy glare fixed on him. "No mortal should wield this kind of control…"
The fire raven roared, flames flaring like a miniature sun. It surged forward, its body glowing, a searing aura of molten heat radiating from every feather. The man barely dodged the blast, feeling the heat sear his hair.
"Hyper-active beast!" he yelled, the words carried on the wind, almost as if challenging the very creature. "You think you can scare me?"
Meanwhile, Silver was struggling to stay upright. His skin was blistered and scorched from the shockwaves, each breath a struggle. Blood ran freely from his mouth as he stumbled behind a crumbling pillar. "C-could someone… help me?" he groaned, but no aid came. Thunder Lord's eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction.
The man gritted his teeth, summoning a massive greatsword that shimmered with raw energy. He swung it with all his might, hacking at the raven in a relentless flurry. Chunks of burning flesh flew through the air, yet the beast seemed barely affected, its regeneration terrifyingly fast.
"Persistent, aren't you?" the man muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. "If I don't end this in one strike… it's over."
The raven shrieked in fury, flames erupting around it like a miniature volcano. The man leapt, every sinew coiled, every muscle screaming in tension. His sword arced through the air, a single, decisive strike aimed at the raven's heart.
Thunder Lord's lips curled into a sinister smile as she watched Silver stagger, helpless. "Finish him," she whispered, her voice cutting through the roar of battle. "Let him bleed… let him die."
The man's fist ignited with a ghostly glow, arrows spinning from it in a deadly spiral. "This ends now!" he roared, launching himself at the raven. Time seemed to slow as his blade met the blazing form of the beast in a thunderous clash of fire and steel.
The battlefield trembled. Smoke and embers filled the air. And somewhere in the midst of it all, Thunder Lord's cold, calculating gaze never wavered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike…