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Once, this forest was known for its thriving ecosystem — lush, alive, and full of harmony.
Now, it was nothing but ruin.
The battlefield stretched endlessly, littered with the corpses of dragons and demons. The very air trembled under the clash of unimaginable power. Nine dragons, mighty and ancient, fought alongside the most feared of demonkind — and yet, their enemy was only one man.
A human.
His black hair flowed like shadow, his crimson eyes blazed like fire. With twin swords flashing in his hands, he moved faster than sight — so fast that his red eyes left streaks of light across the air. Every swing of his blades tore through dragons and demons alike, leaving carnage in his wake.
Even though he stood alone, the tide of battle favored him. The earth itself seemed to quake beneath his power.
But then — despair twisted into resolve.
The surviving dragons, seeing their fallen kin, let out a thunderous roar. They surrounded the lone human, wings forming an inescapable circle. The man tightened his grip on his blades, ready for another storm of battle — but what came next was something even he did not expect.
The dragons detonated.
The explosion was apocalyptic. The blast consumed everything within 50 kilometers, vaporizing land, sky, and life itself. The once-living forest was reduced to molten earth, rivers of lava carving through what remained of nature's beauty.
Only the demons survived, protected by powerful artifacts forged by their emperor.
When the blast faded, they advanced cautiously toward the center — toward the place where the dragons had sacrificed themselves.
"Even a Saint couldn't survive that," said the demon commander, his aura radiating SS-level strength. "So how a human whoes core is just S could survive."
Still, they searched. Their mission was clear — recover proof of the human's death and return it to the Demon Empire.
Minutes later, one demon spotted something in the distance — a figure, motionless, lying amid the scorched earth.
"Commander, over there!"
They regrouped, slowly approaching. But as they neared within a kilometer, one of the demons hesitated.
"Sir," he first hesitate then whispered, "shouldn't we confirm from here first? Or call for reinforcements? If he's alive—"
"Coward!" the commander barked, fury flashing in his eyes. "That explosion would have killed even a Saint! You really believe a mere human could survive that?!"
The demon who had spoken trembled, unable to reply. But before he could finish his thought —
A movement can detect from a place.
The place and not just any place the very fucking place the detect the human.
All eyes turned toward the figre
Then — movement.
The demons froze. Their commander's expression shifted from anger… to horror.
"C-Commander…" one soldier stammered.
No answer.
He reached out, placing a trembling hand on the commander's shoulder — only to find his body already cold.
Panic erupted.
"Retreat!" commander demon screamed. "He's alive! That human is still alive!"
They turned to run — but it was already too late.
A crimson flash cut through the air. One demon's head flew clean off his shoulders, blood spraying in an arc across the scorched ground.
Silence.
They tried to move — but they couldn't.
Not because they were frozen in fear, but
because they were already dead.
Their bodies stood still, lifeless, as their heads slid from their necks.
And at the center of it all stood the man — the human.
His black coat fluttered in the heat. His eyes glowed like burning rubies. Slowly, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small metal case. From it, he drew a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Smoke curled from his lips as he exhaled — calm, composed, and utterly unbothered by the massacre around him.
Only one demon remained — the commander, trembling, barely clinging to life. His eyes widened as realization struck.
He whispered, voice shaking, "T–Tylar… Draven…"
The man's crimson gaze met his. A faint smirk crossed his face.
Then, in a single motion, Tylar Draven's blade sang through the air.
The commander's head rolled to the ground.
And the world fell silent once more.