Seris wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, then slowly raised his head and looked at Ethan.
All of this—
It was because of him.
If not for Ethan, Mr. Kairon would never have been forced to burn his flesh and soul, never have walked into death with such calm acceptance.
"Ethan!"
Seris' eyes turned bloodshot as terrifying killing intent erupted from his body, dense and sharp, like a blade honed on hatred itself.
"I want you to die!"
The air around him twisted faintly under the pressure of his murderous aura.
Ethan rely glanced at him indifferently.
"Interesting," he thought.
"This one is indeed stronger than his brother. He's already stepped into Ember's tier."
Despite enduring the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation and the Star of Great Stillness, Seris had not suffered fatal injuries. The white-bearded elder had protected him almost flawlessly.
Talent, foundation, bloodline—none were lacking.
But hatred alone was not strength.
And naivety, no matter how fierce, still led only to death.
At that mont, Ethan felt it again.
The second star of great stillness pulsed violently.
His gaze sharpened as he turned toward the three figures still engulfed in crimson radiance.
Above them, the ancestral souls were no longer vague silhouettes. Their outlines had beco clear, majestic, ancient—pressing down on the world like mountains of history itself.
The red glow around the three casters thickened, forming a sealed domain that rejected all external interference.
"So that's how it is…"
Ethan's thoughts moved swiftly.
"It truly is a forbidden art from legend. The power of law itself is shielding the casters. No wonder it can't be interrupted."
Then, a faint smile curved his lips.
With a flick of his will, the Star of Great Stillness—originally charging straight toward Kairon and the others—abruptly changed direction, executing a sharp ninety-degree turn and hurtling straight toward Ember.
"Miss Ember," Ethan's voice echoed calmly, tinged with mockery.
"You're right. Once the Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique is activated, the caster is protected by the laws and cannot be disturbed."
"But you…"
"You are not the caster."
"I wonder—do you still have the strength to block this?"
The words struck Ember like a thunderclap.
Her pupils shrank violently.
The Star of Great Stillness bore down upon her, its terrifying fla pressure crushing the air and making her scalp tingle with instinctive dread.
She was already heavily injured.
If she took this attack head-on again—even if she survived—she would be crippled, reduced to a useless burden.
"Young Head—!"
Axel roared from nearby.
Without hesitation, he forcibly accelerated the burning of his own flesh and soul.
The crimson light around him surged violently, and the speed at which the ancestral soul condensed increased sharply.
This would shorten the descent ti—but also hasten his own annihilation.
He did not care.
Saving Ember ca first.
"Ethan!"
Ember shouted coldly, fury and pride flaring simultaneously.
"Don't think you're invincible just because you exploited the rules of the secret realm!"
"If you want to kill —"
"You're still not qualified!"
Her hands ford seals in rapid succession.
"Blood essence—burn!"
"Ancestral pattern—manifest!"
"Bloodline inheritance technique!"
"Golden Fla Holy Armor!"
Boom!
Violent demonic energy erupted from Ember's body.
Golden flas surged skyward as enormous radiant wings unfurled behind her, each flap sending shockwaves through the air. The golden chains around her rattled violently under the pressure.
Between her brows, a golden line slowly erged.
The ancestral pattern awakened.
Golden mist poured out like silk threads, wrapping around her body layer by layer.
Light flared—then receded.
When the glow faded, Ember stood transford.
A set of resplendent golden holy armor clung perfectly to her form, fla patterns flowing across its surface like living fire. She looked heroic, radiant, and terrifying.
The golden sword in her hand vibrated sharply.
Its edge grew sharper, its aura more tyrannical.
Monts ago, Ember's breath had been weak.
Now, with the ancestral pattern and bloodline power fully unleashed, she had forcibly returned to her peak—no, surpassed it.
Though this state was fleeting, its power was unquestionable.
Her expression turned ice-cold.
She dragged the blade across her palm.
Golden blood flowed, seeping into the sword.
Instantly—
Golden flas erupted.
Sword intent condensed almost into solid form, transforming into countless flaming blades that shot outward in all directions.
The Star of Great Stillness arrived.
Its overwhelming fla force shattered the sea of blade light with brutal efficiency.
Yet Ember remained calm.
She knew—
This was never about blocking the fireball with dispersed attacks.
Her sword intent retracted violently, compressing into a single point.
Demonic energy surged as she poured every last ounce of power into the blade.
Boom boom boom!
The fluctuations from her body whipped the air into screaming gusts.
A spark ignited within her pupils.
With a cold shout, she swung the sword with both hands.
"Bloodline Secret Art!"
"Golden Fla, Sundering the Blue!"
The sword intent exploded outward.
A phoenix cry echoed through the void.
The fla sword energy—condensed nearly into substance—tore through space, eting the Star of Great Stillness head-on.
For an instant—
Ti seed to freeze.
The blade cleaved through the heart of the fireball.
The Star of Great Stillness split in two.
But it did not dissipate.
The two blazing halves continued forward, roaring toward Ember like twin suns.
Ember's expression changed.
"Damn it… still not enough!"
Just as despair flickered—
A streak of blood-red light descended from the heavens.
Where it passed, space cracked open.
Even the Hibiscus Sacred Tree trembled, sensing the decayed yet tyrannical aura of an ancient existence awakening.
The blood light plunged into Axel's body.
His pupils went dull—then snapped back to life.
But the soul within was no longer his own.
Axel stood straighter, his presence transforming completely.
Confusion flickered briefly in his eyes, then vanished.
He understood.
He was called.
Golden flas gathered in his palm.
With a casual wave—
The Supre Prisoner's Heavenly Lock shattered.
Axel appeared before Ember, extended his hand, and caught the two halves of the Star of Great Stillness.
His fingers clenched.
The terrifying fireball—collapsed into nothingness.
Huh~!
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