The battlefield fell silent.
But it wasn't the silence of peace
it was the silence before total destruction.
At the center
stood Scy.
But he was no longer the boy they once knew.
His body
shifted slightly, almost melting.
His form seemed unstable.
As if he was no longer human.
Behind him
two wings made of dark energy spread wide.
His eyes
glowed with a cold, lifeless light.
No mercy.
No hesitation.
"What kind of monster is this…?"
one of the remaining Royal Guards whispered.
Scy didn't answer.
Instead
he looked at them.
And in that single glance
they felt it.
Death.
Suddenly
he vanished.
BOOM!
He appeared right in front of one of them.
The guard couldn't move.
CRASH!
With a single punch
his armor shattered.
And in the next instant
he fell.
Dead.
"One…"
Scy muttered.
Two rushed in at once.
Fast.
Precise.
But
Scy was faster.
In a blink
he appeared behind them.
And
SHHHK!
Two bodies
split apart.
Blood sprayed.
Silence followed.
"Two… three…"
Only two remained
the leader…
and one wounded guard.
The leader was furious.
But deep inside
fear had already taken root.
"You…"
"You're no longer human!"
Scy smiled faintly.
"You're right."
"Ever since I lost them…"
"…I no longer have a reason to stay human."
His aura exploded.
Darker.
Heavier.
More overwhelming.
The leader charged.
With his strongest attack.
CLANG!
Their strikes collided.
Faster.
Stronger.
Every movement
cracked the ground.
Every blow
shook the air itself.
But slowly
the leader began to fall behind.
"Impossible…"
In an instant
Scy appeared right in front of him.
"It's over."
CRACK!
The leader's sword shattered.
His eyes widened.
"…Not yet"
He never finished his sentence.
In one swift motion
Scy pierced through him.
Silence.
The body collapsed.
Nothing remained.
The battlefield grew still.
No one was left.
Amid the bodies
Scy stood alone.
Breathing heavily.
But his eyes
still held no emotion.
"…It's over."
But
it wasn't.
Inside his mind
a voice whispered.
"There are more…"
"Stronger ones…"
He clutched his head.
"Aaaah…!"
His control
began to slip.
"Scy!"
A voice called out.
Natalia.
She ran toward him
and immediately embraced him.
"You're not alone!"
Scy froze.
Slowly
his aura faded.
His wings disappeared.
His form returned.
"…Natalia…"
he whispered.
His body weakened
and he collapsed.
Natalia caught him.
"Are you okay?!"
He didn't answer.
Exhausted.
But alive.
From a distance
someone was watching.
A man.
Wearing a dark cloak.
He smiled.
"Interesting…"
"This isn't even his true form yet."
"But… he's getting close."
And behind him
there were even stronger ones waiting.
And in that moment
the war was far from over.
In fact
the real battle…
had only just begun.