The battlefield had long since turned into **a land of ruin.**
The sky was **dark, filled with clouds of dust and death.** The earth was scarred by the battles of **monsters and gods.** But in the center of it all, amidst the destruction, stood **two warriors.**
Ryan Jim.
Idris.
Their auras—one golden, one crimson—had clashed endlessly. But now, they simply **stood** there. **Exhausted, broken… but alive.**
Ryan's breathing was steady, but his eyes remained **sharp.** He had **stopped fighting.** And Idris… he was standing there, fists clenched, but **his heart was trembling.**
**"Why are you hesitating?"** Ryan asked. His voice was calm, almost soothing.
Idris looked at his hands—**shaking.** Not from pain, not from exhaustion. **But from something deeper.**
Ryan smiled. **"You're not a killer, Idris."**
At that moment—**the battle was over.**
For the first time in his life, **Idris let himself remember.**
He had **never been weak.** From childhood, **he was a warrior.** A monster. A force of destruction.
He was raised in the **Silver Plains**, a land where only the strong survived. There were **no second chances.** **No mercy.**
His father, a warlord, taught him **one lesson.**
**"Strength is everything."**
Idris was trained from **the moment he could stand.**
**At five,** he was forced to kill his first enemy—a child like himself.
**At ten,** he led his first warband, slaughtering entire villages.
**At fifteen,** he stood alone against an army and crushed them all.
**By eighteen, he was known as the 'Demon of Silver Plains.'**
And what did it all mean?
Nothing.
**Because the moment he hesitated, the moment he questioned it—his father cast him out.**
**"You are weak."**
Those words haunted him. **His entire life, he believed that strength was all that mattered.**
Until now.
Until this battle.
Until **Ryan Jim.**
Ryan had stood against him, not just with power—but with **words.** With **understanding.**
And for the first time, **Idris saw another path.**
He clenched his fists and **stepped forward.**
Ryan watched as **Idris walked toward him**—not as an enemy, but as **an ally.**
"I…" Idris' voice cracked. **"I don't want to fight anymore."**
Ryan smiled. **"Then don't."**
Idris took another step—this time toward **Manav's side.**
**A second chance. A new beginning.**
And then—
**SHHHHK!**
His body froze.
**A sword—piercing through his chest.**
A single, **deadly stab from behind.**
His breath caught in his throat as he slowly turned his head.
**Vinay.**
Floating in the air. **A cruel smile on his lips.** His blade dripping with blood.
**"Weak."**
Ryan's eyes widened in shock. **"NO—"**
Vinay twisted the blade. **A killing blow.**
Blood sprayed across the battlefield.
Idris fell to his knees, his vision darkening. **He had been betrayed.**
As he fell, **his last sight was Manav.** Watching. **Silent. Emotionless.**
For the first time, something flickered in **Manav's eyes.**
Was it sadness? Regret?
No one could tell.
But in that moment, **he did not look away.** He did not close his eyes.
**He watched Idris die.**
Vinay simply laughed. "One less nuisance."
Ryan **trembled with rage.** His aura burned like a supernova.
"VINAY—"
But before he could move, **a presence filled the battlefield.**
A new force.
**BOOM.**
A pressure unlike anything before **descended upon the battlefield.**
Ryan, Vinay, and even Manav turned to see **her.**
**Liora.**
She walked forward, stepping through the wreckage with **absolute confidence.**
Her white and silver aura **flowed around her like a storm.**
She had returned. **Stronger. Sharper. Ready.**
Her golden eyes **locked onto Rudra.**
And Rudra… **smiled.**
"You finally came."
Liora's voice was cold. **"I was resting."**
She looked up at the sky, at **Idris' lifeless body.** Then back to Rudra.
**"I suppose it's time."**
Rudra's smile widened. **"Yes."**
Liora raised her hands, her aura crackling.
"Then let's begin."
**The final war was about to enter its next phase.**
And this time—**there would be no mercy.