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The sky, shrouded in a thick blanket of dark clouds, lood over the Balkan Peninsula like a vast, ominous curtain.
In a mountain basin sowhere in the Balkans, a group of witches perford a ritual dance, their movents a prayer to the gods.
Etched on the ground was a massive and intricate magic circle, composed of countless nodes that emitted a faint, ethereal glow.
Each node in the circle corresponded to a specific star in the celestial expanse. The arrangent of stars had been ticulously replicated, etched onto the nodes of the earth's ley lines.
This ritual mirrored the ancient concept of the Three Powers – Heaven, Earth, and Man. The arrangent of stars represented Heaven, the earth's ley lines represented Earth, and the witches themselves embodied the concept of Man.
At the center of the magic circle lay an ancient stone tablet. Carved upon its surface was the story of the Nibelungenlied, an epic saga from Germanic mythology. Its weather-beaten appearance spoke volus of its long history.
Before the tablet, a witch, controlled by Voban's Death Authority, gazed at the stone with an expression of fervent devotion.
The alignnt of stars, the pulsating earth's ley lines, the presence of skilled witches, a priest fueled by an insatiable desire to summon a god, and the Nibelungenlied – a myth that would serve as a vessel for the god's descent, a story widely known throughout the land – all the necessary elents for the summoning had been assembled.
A majestic figure, drawn by an unseen force, descended from the realm of the dead, falling towards the world of the living – towards the realm of myth.
On the edge of the basin, Haru and his companions hid within a lush forest. Jas, leading a team of scientists and Copper Black Cross mbers, supervised the installation of advanced equipnt. Devices with a futuristic aesthetic, seamlessly integrated into the natural environnt, were connected to specialized surveillance satellites orbiting in space.
"Sora, you'll be monitoring the surveillance feed. If you detect any signs of a god or any unusual activity from Voban, report the location to imdiately through the communication device. Rember, speed is paramount." Haru, his face serious, handed Sora a headset.
Sora nodded resolutely, then her brow furrowed with confusion. "Why don't you observe the situation yourself?"
"I can't. Or rather, *only* I can't. My Campione instincts would alert him to the presence of another King. I'm the only one who can't look in that direction." Haru explained, a hint of frustration in his voice. The egg, during its analysis of Pandora's magic, had thoroughly researched the nature of a Campione's beastly intuition. It was a terrifying precognitive ability, a fusion of heightened senses, a sixth sense, soul perception, premonitions, and a rudintary understanding of ti.
After giving Sora her instructions, Haru walked to the edge of the basin, closed his eyes, and began ditating.
Sora, headset in hand, walked towards the central monitor. Jas, having finished directing his team, joined her. As the equipnt ca online, the specialized satellites in orbit adjusted their positions.
A faint magical glow emanated from them, piercing through the clouds. The live feed, transmitted via radio waves, flickered to life on the monitor. An image of the Balkan Peninsula appeared, then zood in, focusing on the basin.
"This is!" Amakasu Touma, who had just entered the monitoring room, seed to have noticed sothing.
"Zoom in on the top right corner!" He shouted to the technicians.
The technicians, caught off guard by Amakasu Touma's overstepping of his authority, looked at each other, then turned to Jas for guidance.
"Do as he says," Sora said, her voice flat, her gaze fixed on Jas.
"Yes! Right away!" Jas, acknowledging the princess's command, imdiately instructed the technicians to adjust the satellite feed.
The image on the screen zood in on the top right corner of the basin. A young man with golden hair appeared, lying on the ground, wearing a tattered white coat that was caked in dirt and gri. He had a Western sword strapped to his back.
"It's! Lord Salvatore!" Jas's eyes widened in recognition.
"This is the worst-case scenario! Three Devil Kings gathered in one place? Is the Balkan Peninsula about to sink?" Amakasu Touma exclaid, his voice trembling as he frantically wiped the sweat from his forehead.
*Why does he always have to be involved in such dangerous situations? Can't he just live a peaceful life with ?* Sora thought, her brow furrowed with worry. She picked up the microphone. "Haru, can you hear ?"
"Yes, what is it?" Haru's calm voice ca through the headset.
"Top right corner. The blonde idiot we t this morning is hiding there."
As Sora's words reached him, Haru's eyes snapped open, his gaze sharp and intense as he focused on the designated location.
Salvatore Doni, sensing Haru's gaze, looked up and t his eyes. A look of surprise crossed his face, then he placed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. He mouthed the words, "May the best man win!"
Haru nodded, then closed his eyes once more.
The summoning ritual reached its climax. The Death Witch's body, under the imnse pressure of magical energy, threatened to crumble.
She knelt before the stone tablet, her body wracked with tremors as waves of power surged through her. The combined magical energy of the witches, the aligned stars, and the pulsating ley lines flowed into her undead form.
Her body repeatedly shattered and reford, a testant to the destructive and regenerative powers of Voban's Death Authority. Her expression contorted with madness, her voice a frantic cry as she chanted the Nibelungenlied etched on the stone tablet.
Suddenly, the thick clouds parted, pierced by a blinding light.
A majestic figure descended from the realm of the dead, materializing on Earth. It was a young man with long, flowing gray hair. He wore bone-like armor and a black leather coat, his hand gripping a massive sword shaped like a monstrous fang.
He hovered above the ritual circle, radiating an aura of imnse divine power, his presence warping the very fabric of space. Siegfried, the Heretic God, the Unyielding Hero, had arrived.
The mont the god appeared, Sora quickly grabbed the microphone and reported his location. "45 degrees upwards, 500 ters!"
At the instant of Siegfried's arrival, Voban's eyes blazed erald green. He activated his Authority – Eyes of Sodom. Dark clouds returned, engulfing the sky once more. Rain lashed down, accompanied by thunder and howling winds, as if a tempestuous storm was about to sweep across the land.
Siegfried's movent abruptly ceased. The unseen force of the evil eye held him captive, pinned in place by the relentless assault of rain, wind, and lightning.
At the sa ti, Doni leaped to his feet, his hand reaching for the Western sword strapped to his back.
As his hand moved, his wrist began to shimr, taking on a silvery sheen. By the ti he grasped the sword's hilt, his entire arm had transford into an unknown silver tal.
He activated his Authority – Silver Hand, which could rend all things. Doni's hand moved with blurring speed, seemingly slow yet incredibly fast, as if striking with one sword and countless swords at once.
He cleaved through the clouds, the atmosphere, the mountain, even the very fabric of space. His sword energy, a silent whisper of death, sliced towards the immobilized Siegfried.
Haru's unleashed a surge of magical energy ten tis that of an ordinary Campione. With a single step, the ground buckled beneath him, creating a crater. A sonic boom reverberated through the air like a clap of thunder.
The space before his fist shattered, and his iron fist, imbued with an overwhelming force capable of breaking the void, slamd towards Siegfried's back.
Siegfried, still acclimating to the world of the living, was caught off guard by the three-pronged attack. However, his expression remained calm. For the Steel Hero God, who had walked the line between life and death countless tis, this was rely a Tuesday.
He calmly assessed the situation, identifying the threats. The greatest danger ca from the Sword King, Doni, and his steel-rending Silver Hand. Next was the Wolf King's combined power of wind, rain, and lightning. Haru's fist, though powerful, was not an Authority. Siegfried, having bathed in the blood of the evil dragon Fafnir, was confident that even a direct hit to a weak point would only inflict a minor injury.
But there was no ti for hesitation. Instinct, honed through countless battles, guided Siegfried's actions. With a jolt, he broke free from the Eye of Sodom's grip. He grasped Gram tightly, channeling his divine power into the blade as if it were a raging waterfall. He chanted the divine words:
"O. sword of light and shadow, rending all things, the world has reached its twilight hour. Strike down the dragon of evil!"
Siegfried drew his sword. Accompanied by the echoing chant, a torrent of light erupted from the blade, resembling the final rays of a setting sun. The light clashed with Doni's earth-shattering sword energy. For a mont, the world seed to hold its breath, then the very fabric of space groaned in protest as the two terrifying forces t.
At that mont, Haru's void-breaking fist slamd into Siegfried's back. Siegfried, summoning his remaining strength, chanted another incantation, "O blood of the evil dragon Fafnir, grant immortality!"
A shadowy figure, with bat-like wings, a lizard's head, and a long, serpentine body, materialized around Siegfried. His divine power surged, and he attempted to withstand Haru's attack with his dragon-blooded body. But Haru's fist, deceptively slow yet incredibly fast, connected.
"Now, egg, annihilate!" Haru gave the command the instant his fist made contact.
A triumphant smirk spread across his lips as a look of horror dawned on Siegfried's face. It was too late.
The armor of Fafnir vanished without a sound. As Haru's fist tore through space, it also tore through Siegfried's chest, leaving a gaping hole twenty centiters wide.
"You win," Siegfried said, a resigned smile on his lips. Then his expression contorted into a demonic mask of rage as he raised Gram, channeling all his remaining divine power into the blade. He swung the sword towards Haru, whose arm was still lodged in his chest.
"Take my final blow, Devil King!"
Haru instinctively raised his left arm to block. Blood splattered as his forearm was severed clean through.
"Hahahaha!" Siegfried laughed maniacally, then his form dissolved into dust, carried away by the wind.
With Siegfried's death, the Usurpations ritual began.
To be Continued..
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