The abandoned warehouse stood in complete silence.
Broken windows creaked as the evening wind slipped through the shattered walls. Rusted machines rested beneath layers of dust, forgotten long ago by the world. Vines crawled across cracked concrete while the fading sunlight barely reached the dark interior.
Orion searched every corner of the basement for another way out.
His breathing grew heavier with every passing second.
"There has to be a way..."
His eyes suddenly stopped on a tiny window tucked into the corner of the wall.
"There!"
Without wasting another moment, he dragged an old wooden ladder beneath it. The ladder groaned under his weight as he climbed higher, carefully pushing the small window open.
Fresh air rushed inside.
Orion squeezed through the narrow opening, scraping his arm against the rough bricks before dropping outside.
Thud!
He rolled across the grass and quickly stood, brushing dirt from his clothes.
"I made it..."
The dense forest stretched endlessly behind the mansion. Using the trees as cover, Orion ran deeper into the jungle until an abandoned warehouse appeared between the shadows.
The building looked completely deserted.
Its roof had partially collapsed, broken machines covered every corner, and thick vines had swallowed most of the walls.
"This should work."
He gently placed every explosive crate inside the warehouse, hiding them behind the abandoned machinery.
"Hazel?"
Before his voice had fully faded—
A transparent panel suddenly appeared before him.
Hazel's calm face emerged within the glowing screen.
"You've reached the warehouse?"
"Yes, Sis."
"But... where are you?"
"I'm not there yet."
Her voice remained calm, almost emotionless.
"Leave every explosive crate inside."
"Then return to the mansion."
Orion frowned.
"Return?"
Hazel nodded.
"Hide inside the conference room where the elders gather."
"Don't come out until I arrive."
"The sun is already setting."
"They'll all return soon."
"If you reach before them, security will still be light."
"If you're late..."
Her green eyes narrowed.
"...the mansion will become impossible to enter."
Orion nodded seriously.
"Understood."
He hesitated.
"But... what are you planning?"
For the first time, a faint smile appeared on Hazel's lips.
"You'll find out soon enough."
The panel disappeared.
Silence returned.
Nearly four hours passed.
Night slowly settled over the Third Realm.
The noble district shimmered beneath thousands of crystal lanterns while cherry blossom petals drifted through the evening air.
Orion finally returned to the mansion.
Keeping to the shadows, he reached the enormous garden surrounding the estate.
His eyes scanned the building.
An open window.
Perfect.
He climbed the stone wall with surprising speed, grabbing the windowsill before pulling himself inside.
He landed silently inside an empty guest room.
Just as he straightened—
Footsteps.
Several voices echoed from the hallway.
Orion immediately slipped behind a long velvet curtain, barely holding his breath.
The conference room doors opened.
One after another, the elders entered.
Expensive wine filled their glasses.
Laughter echoed across the room as they relaxed on luxurious sofas, completely unaware that someone was hiding only a few meters away.
Gilles burst into laughter.
"Today's the best one yet."
He looked toward Stefan.
"You nearly embarrassed yourself in front of everyone."
The other elders laughed loudly.
Stefan frowned.
"Enough."
"There was nothing funny."
"Oh?" Gilles smirked.
"Then explain why you almost ran away."
More laughter filled the room.
Another elder, Notros, leaned back comfortably.
"What actually happened?"
Gilles grinned.
"He thought he saw Hazel."
The room suddenly became quieter.
Notros blinked.
"Hazel?"
"...She's dead."
"Exactly."
Gilles raised his glass.
"That's what I told him."
Stefan's smile disappeared.
"I saw her."
"My own eyes don't lie."
For a brief second...
Even Orion felt the tension change.
Notros finally chuckled.
"If we'd been fools that night..."
"...we'd all be buried instead."
Stefan slowly nodded.
"She nearly killed Robert."
"And all of us."
Gilles emptied his drink.
"That was her prime."
"She's gone now."
"Even if she somehow survived..."
"...she's nothing like before."
Notros smirked.
"And Robert?"
"Without Ren."
"Without Moros."
"Without Hazel."
"...he's weaker than ever."
The room filled with laughter once again.
Orion silently clenched his fists behind the curtain.
He didn't understand everything...
But one thing became painfully clear.
These men had betrayed Robert.
And Hazel...
They believed they had killed her.
The moment Hazel disappeared into the conference room, Orion quietly slipped back into the hallway.
The mansion was strangely silent.
Most of the guards had already been knocked unconscious by Hazel before she entered the elders' chamber.
Only distant footsteps echoed through the enormous corridors.
Orion tightened his grip around the sword.
"The fourth elder..."
"I have to finish this."
He moved through the hallway without making a sound until he reached the elder's bedroom.
Light leaked through the gap beneath the wooden door.
Orion slowly pushed it open.
Creak...
The elderly man sat beside the fireplace, removing his expensive coat.
He looked up the moment the door opened.
"Hm?"
His eyes narrowed.
"You.
"Who are you?
"You aren't one of my guards."
Orion stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind him
"I'm the one who's going to end your corruption."
The elder burst into laughter.
"A child?"
"You dare threaten me?"
"You don't even know who I am."
"I've ruled this realm longer than you've been alive."
Orion's expression remained calm.
"I don't care who you are."
"I only care about what you've done."
The elder's face darkened.
"Insolent brat."
He grabbed a decorative sword from the wall and rushed forward surprisingly fast for someone his age.
Clang
Their blades collided.
Orion slid backward.
"So... you can fight."
The elder smiled proudly.
"I wasn't always old."
"I once stood on battlefields while your parents were still children."
He swung again.
Orion ducked beneath the blade before driving his fist straight into the old man's face.
Thud!
The elder stumbled backward.
Blood dripped from his nose.
"You little—!"
He grabbed a heavy vase and threw it.
Crash!
Orion stepped aside.
The vase exploded against the wall.
The elder immediately picked up another chair and hurled it toward him.
Orion leaped over it.
His sword flashed.
Slash!
The blade sliced across the elder's arm.
"AAGH!"
Instead of giving up, the old man grabbed a metal lamp and charged again.
"You think I'll die to a child?!"
Orion blocked the swing before kicking him directly in the stomach.
Boom!
The elder crashed into a bookshelf.
Books scattered everywhere.
Panting heavily, he reached toward a hidden alarm beside his bed.
"Guards!"
"Someone—"
Before he could finish—
Bang!
A compressed sphere of water shot from Orion's palm.
It struck the elder square in the chest.
The impact threw him against the wall.
He coughed violently but somehow forced himself back onto his feet.
"You..."
"You monster..."
Orion slowly walked forward.
"No."
"I'm just someone trying to stop one."
The elder screamed and rushed one last time.
Orion sidestepped the attack.
He grabbed the old man's wrist.
Twisted.
Crack!
The sword slipped from the elder's hand.
Without hesitation, Orion drove his knee into the elder's stomach before delivering one final punch.
Thud!
The elder collapsed onto the floor.
His breathing became weaker and weaker.
Orion looked down silently.
"This could've been different..."
"...if you'd chosen to protect your people."
The elder laughed weakly through the blood on his lips.
"Protect...?"
"They exist..."
"...to serve us..."
Orion slowly raised his hand.
Blue energy gathered across his palm.
"I guess..."
"...there's nothing left to say."
Bang!
The water bullet pierced through the elder's chest.
Silence filled the room.
The fourth elder never moved again.
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The conference room suddenly fell silent.
Without warning—
Flicker...
The lights blinked once.
Twice.
Then the entire room was swallowed by darkness.
"What the—"
Flicker!
The lights returned for a brief second before dying again.
Stefan slowly stood.
"What is happening?"
No one answered.
An unnatural silence spread through the room.
Even the sound of the wind had disappeared.
Then...
A cold green light slowly illuminated the balcony.
Everyone looked up.
A lone figure stood there.
A black hooded cloak swayed gently in the wind.
Long green hair flowed beneath the hood.
Glowing emerald eyes stared directly at them.
The air itself seemed to freeze.
Stefan's wine glass slipped from his trembling hand.
Crash!
His lips trembled.
"N... no..."
"It... it can't be..."
"H-Hazel..."
Gilles' face instantly turned pale.
His breathing became heavy.
"No..."
"You're dead..."
"We killed you ourselves..."
The figure stepped forward.
Clink...
The tip of a black-and-green katana scraped across the marble floor, producing a chilling metallic sound.
The green aura surrounding Hazel slowly spread throughout the room.
"You've all grown old..."
Her calm voice echoed across the conference hall.
"...but your sin haven't."
Stefan hurried toward the door.
"Guards!"
"GUARDS!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Nothing.
Not even a single footstep answered.
Hazel smiled faintly.
"Don't waste your breath."
She slowly raised her hand.
"You're inside my domain."
"No sound leaves this room."
Panic finally appeared on every elder's face.
Gilles stumbled backward.
"What... what do you want?"
Hazel looked at them without emotion.
"You already know."
She disappeared.
WHOOSH!
Before anyone could react—
Slash!
Her blade cut across Notros' shoulder.
Blood sprayed onto the conference table.
"AAAHHH!"
Stefan grabbed a chair and threw it toward her.
Hazel tilted her head.
The chair shattered against the wall.
She kicked Stefan square in the chest.
BOOM!
He crashed through the conference table, coughing blood.
Gilles drew a hidden pistol.
Hazel vanished again.
The pistol fired.
BANG!
The bullet struck the ceiling.
Hazel appeared beside him.
Her elbow smashed into his jaw.
CRACK!
He spun across the floor before crashing into a cabinet.
One elder desperately reached inside his coat.
Hazel's eyes shifted.
The katana flashed.
SHING!
The blade pierced straight through his hand, pinning it to the floor.
"AAAHHH!"
The gun slid away.
Hazel looked down at him.
"You never learn."
Within minutes...
All three elders lay on the floor.
Broken.
Bleeding.
Barely able to breathe.
Yet Hazel hadn't delivered a killing blow.
She calmly wiped the blood from her sword.
"I won't let you die so easily."
"You'll suffer exactly the way I suffered."
At that moment—
The conference room door slowly opened.
Orion stepped inside.
He froze.
Blood covered the walls.
The expensive furniture had been reduced to splinters.
The three elders lay scattered across the room, completely defeated.
Hazel stood in the middle, her sword dripping crimson.
"Finished?" she asked calmly.
Orion nodded.
"The fourth elder is dead."
Hazel gave a small nod.
"Good."
She sheathed her katana.
"Let's leave."
Gilles forced himself to laugh through the pain.
"You... idiot..."
"You let us live..."
"We'll hunt you forever!"
Hazel looked back over her shoulder.
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"I know."
"That's why you'll enjoy what comes next."
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Several minutes later...
Hazel and Orion stood atop a lonely hill overlooking the entire noble district.
Cold wind brushed against their cloaks.
Below them...
The luxurious government district shimmered beneath countless lanterns.
Orion looked around.
"It feels... peaceful."
Hazel lit a cigarette.
The orange ember glowed softly against the darkness.
She took a slow breath.
"Orion."
"Do you like fireworks?"
He blinked.
"...Not really."
Hazel smiled.
"I do."
She pressed a small remote hidden inside her cloak.
Click.
Nothing happened
For one heartbeat...
The entire realm stood perfectly still.
Then
BOOOOOOM!!
A deafening explosion tore through the night
The mansion disappeared beneath a tower of fire.
Windows shattered across the district.
Shockwaves rippled through the streets.
People screamed.
"What happened?!"
Another explosion erupted.
Then another.
Then another.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOOOM!!
The explosives Orion had hidden ignited one after another.
Government buildings collapsed.
Guard towers crumbled.
Bridges shattered into pieces.
Flames painted the black sky orange.
The once beautiful noble district transformed into a burning sea of destruction.
Orion stared in complete disbelief.
"...You..."
"...you destroyed everything."
Hazel quietly watched the inferno.
The fire reflected within her emerald eyes.
For the first time...
She looked genuinely happy.
A peaceful smile appeared across her face.
"I didn't destroy it."
"They did."
"I merely returned their world..."
"...to the darkness they created."
Below the hill...
The poor district watched the explosions in stunned silence.
Some people cried.
Some laughed.
Others simply stood frozen.
The rulers who had oppressed them for years...
Were finally gone.
The flames continued to rise into the night sky like thousands of blazing fireworks.
Hazel took one final drag from her cigarette before dropping it onto the ground.
"Come on."
"The show is over."
She turned away without looking back.
Orion followed her.
As they disappeared into the darkness...
The burning city continued to illuminate the entire Third Realm.
Orion took a deep breath, cleaned the blood from his sword, and quietly left the room.
Outside...
The mansion had already become unnaturally silent.
Far away, faint echoes of steel clashing reached his ears.
Hazel's battle had already begun.