The man's face froze in disbelief, watching a leap far beyond the limits of human strength.
Not long after, Arvengal returned and said with a small laugh,
"Ah right, you can ring the bell instead. I just used my power again, so the failure rate's kinda high, hehe."
His gentle smile appeared even in a dire situation, his hand scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
The man stepped back, startled by Arvengal's sudden return.
"Ehh…?"
But when he turned his gaze toward the blazing meteor, panic struck him again.
"HEY! LORD ARVENGAL!! IT'S GETTING CLOSER!!" he screamed, jumping forward and clinging to Arvengal.
Arvengal only laughed.
"Hahaha, then ring the bell and have faith in me — that's the greatest power of all."
His expression shifted drastically from cheerful to serious, yet the warmth in his heart still shone through his eyes.
The man slowly released his hold, stunned by Arvengal's words.
"T-Then… alright…"
He saluted, turned around, and shouted as he ran toward the bell,
"EVERYONE!!! WAKE UP!! YOUR LIVES ARE WORTH MORE THAN THE COMFORT OF YOUR BUTTS!!"
The meteor's light grew brighter, drawing closer and closer.
The bell rang loudly, echoing through the night, mixed with the desperate cries of common people.
Arvengal smiled proudly as he faced the incoming meteor. His body tensed, his face dead serious.
He leaped upward with incredible force, flying into the sky — leaving not a single crack on the ground beneath him.
The distance between him and the meteor closed rapidly. A faint grin formed on his face, as if he had realized something.
The man who had rung the bell froze in terror.
Cold sweat ran down his back. He could not believe his eyes — Arvengal was letting the meteor hit the ground.
He ran to the edge of the street and yelled,
"WHAT… ARE YOU… DOING… ARVENGAL!!?"
Time seemed to slow down.
The meteor passed Arvengal, heading straight for the earth. The people, including the man, fell into despair.
They embraced each other, shut their eyes, and held their loved ones tight — clinging to one final piece of hope.
Arvengal smiled.
His hair danced in the burning air.
Every second felt heavy, meaningful.
Was this truly the end for those who could only watch the sky fall?
But… his instinct was right.
The meteor pierced the ground — and nothing happened.
It was merely an illusion.
Behind that confident smile, Arvengal carried a deep fear, just like everyone else.
To him, that was what it meant to be human — to be responsible despite fear.
Then he became deadly serious.
The sky began to glow orange.
With his divine eyes, he saw the timeline of reality — dozens of meteors on their way to strike the earth.
He realized this wasn't the will of the universe, but the intent of a hidden, destructive entity.
White lightning crackled across his body.
Arvengal — just like Elevanour — never underestimated anyone, no matter who they were.
Slowly, he reached into the dimensional portal behind him and pulled out a massive golden hammer.
He closed his eyes and hovered mid-air, gripping the hammer tightly.
The lightning grew fiercer, fueled by his focus and will.
Moments later, the meteors began to appear one after another.
He opened his eyes — and in a flash, vanished at divine speed.
"ZEPPTH!"
Elsewhere, the man who had rung the bell breathed in relief.
He finally understood Arvengal's words:
"Faith is the greatest power humanity possesses."
And indeed, it was true.
He climbed down from the building, helping to guide the citizens toward the evacuation zones.
Meanwhile, Arvengal had already destroyed five meteors — yet he still couldn't find who was behind this.
He stood atop one of the speeding meteors, scanning the others for signs of life.
He couldn't sense anyone.
He crossed his arms, thinking fast.
The fierce wind roared against him as the meteor tore through the sky, but Arvengal remained deep in thought, searching for a real solution.
His eyes focused, brows furrowed.
His heart pounded, his mind spun, calculating the possibilities.
Then — he found it.
A better way than wasting energy destroying each meteor one by one.
Arvengal began to chant one of his higher-level techniques.
"Divine Illusion: Level Four — Manipulation of the Self."
Instantly, he leaped away from the meteor and descended toward the ground at incredible speed.
Arvengal landed gracefully, the wind swirling around him.
And then — a massive mirror appeared in the sky, shaking every corner of the illusion's dimension.
It reflected every soul, good or evil, and deflected their intentions back upon themselves.
From above, a deafening sound echoed:
"Fwooooshhh… shhhhhh…"
Then, the ground quaked as dozens of meteors pierced through the atmosphere.
Explosions roared in rapid succession, crashing into the mirror illusion like waves of fire.
"THUUUMMM— DUAAARRR— BRRRAAAKKK!!!"
The earth trembled, the air burned, and the sky screamed along with the falling stars.
The technique worked.
Arvengal clenched both fists and shouted with joy,
"LETS GOOOO!!!"
He bounced on his feet, celebrating under the dark sky with a heart full of color.
"W-woahh…" whispered the citizens, watching the crystals fall like drifting snow — the remnants of Arvengal's mirrored illusion.
The man smiled in relief and sank to the ground, leaning against a wall, his exhaustion finally worth it.
The wind blew gently through the remaining night.
The stars greeted the earth with their faint glow.
The fragments of the meteors floated upward, repelled by the earth's gravity — a lingering effect of Arvengal's mirrored illusion.
But Arvengal wasn't satisfied yet.
He was still filled with curiosity about what truly happened near the border between Elevanour and the Sun —
where Elevanour's chains were anchored deep into the moon.
Without saying a word to his people, he walked away —
toward the battle he had always longed for, toward justice born beneath destruction.
At that moment, Arvengal was the perfect embodiment of resolve.
Holding the sacred flame in his heart,
he faced the chaos that sought to swallow him in a storm of blood and ruin.
"I am Arvengal," he said,
"Not a person who is always the idol of someone, but a form that forges the resolve of a human itself. So that someone may become the idol of many."
And with that, he walked on, toward the shining chains of Elevanour, anchored beautifully into the moon.
END OF CHAPTER 5.