(Yuuta's POV)
Finally—my legs hold firm beneath . No more shaking, no more pain. I'm healed. I don't know how, but I don't have ti to question it.
I need to stop Erza before she goes too far. Before she becos sothing the world can't forgive.
"As soon as I stood up, I saw Phoenix standing in front of , talking on the radio about the situation."
That's when I heard about her.
She shouted to the other two, "Take the military jeep! We're going to the port— She there. We have to eliminate it."
They moved like an elite strike team, not wasting a second. She grabbed her sword—massive, like it could slice clean in half—and slung a rifle over her back.
Before I could even process what was happening, they were gone. Off to the port, leaving behind.
That's all I needed.
If they're going there... she's there too.
I looked around, desperate. I had no car, no bike—nothing.
But then, there it was.
A rusty bicycle, half-buried in overgrown grass like so forgotten relic.
I didn't hesitate. I jumped on, feet slamming into the pedals. The gears groaned, but they moved. I flew across the dirt path, legs burning.
"Sister Mary!" I shouted over my shoulder as I passed the Field, "Please... take care of Elena! I'll co back—I swear it!"
She gave a hesitant nod, worry clear on her face. Her blindfold hid her eyes, thank God. If she saw what Erza had beco...
I pushed harder. The wind cut across my face, the tires kicking up dust. I didn't care. I had to be faster. Faster than my fear. Faster than regret.
As I crested the final hill before the port, I finally saw it.
The landscape stretched out before in eerie stillness. White. Frozen. Glimring beneath the setting sun like a battlefield turned to glass.
The port... was covered in ice.
But the military jeep had already arrived. If I didn't hurry—if I was too late—
I couldn't let her do this.
Not again.
(Boss's POV)
What in God's na is this?!
My boots crunched against frozen ground as I backed away, eyes wide, heart pounding. "Aaron!" I snapped. "Why the hell didn't you warn about this?!"
But now it doesn't matter anymore since
everyone was too busy watching —too frozen with fear to even lift their guns.
She wasn't human. She wasn't even close.
She was death with wings.
She ripped through the first wave like they were made of paper—limbs torn, skulls cracked, blood painting the snow-white ground in deep red.
I scread, "OPEN FIRE! HIT HER IN THE VITALS ORGAN!"
We let loose everything. AK-47s, An 94, Ump, plasma rifles, even those illegal pulse cannons I smuggled in from the Middle East.
The air turned into a warzone—flashing tal, endless gunfire, the roar of explosions.
For a minute, it was pure chaos.
Then... silence.
Dust hung in the air like smoke from hell's mouth. I squinted forward. Couldn't see her.
"Please be dead. Please.
I was so sure she wouldn't survive.
We fired over a thousand bullets—rocket launchers, too. It should've been enough.
But we were wrong.
We saw her.
Still standing.
Covered in blood, cold and emotionless like ice. Her eyes alone scread the truth—we ssed with the wrong enemy.
My n lost the will to fight.
Fear flooded their eyes.
It was like soldiers being sent to face an entire army... without a sword."
She stared at us, that sa calm fury burning in her eyes, and said in a voice that froze the blood in my veins:
"Are you done?"
My hands trembled. My gun slipped from my fingers.
She raised her arm.
The temperature dropped in an instant.
My n scread as ice tore across the battlefield. It swallowed everything—containers, cranes, weapons... people. They froze mid-run, mid-scream, eyes wide in horror.
Only our heads remained thawed—just enough to witness the terror. Just enough to understand what we'd done.
I saw her true form clearly now. No weapons in her hands. Just fury—pure, cold, unstoppable fury.
We had unloaded every bullet we had, and she didn't flinch. Not once. Not a scratch. Just stood there, letting it all hit her like rain. And then... she started walking.
That's when it hit —she's not human.
I'd heard stories in faraway lands... tales about creatures from beyond this world. Monsters wrapped in magic and madness. I used to laugh at them.
Now I believe.
Because one of them is standing in front of .
And she's here to end everything.
The fear I felt... it wasn't the fear of dying. It was the fear of knowing you've made a mistake too big to fix. A mistake that's co back, dressed in red, carrying the storm with her.
She lifted her leg slowly. That movent alone felt like death leaning in close.
And then—she stomped.
The ground cracked. Ice split out in every direction, screaming like a beast. In a blink, it reached us. My body went numb. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. I felt the cold tear through , bones snapping like twigs.
I saw my own head hit the ground.
The world spun sideways. I was still conscious, sohow. Just long enough to see what ca next.
My n... my brothers... they fell the sa way. One by one. Heads rolling. Eyes wide in fear. Their bodies shattered across the ice. Blood spilled like ink on white parchnt. So many lives erased in a heartbeat.
And all of it... my fault.
Twenty years I spent building the Black Viper. Twenty years of control, of silence, of fear. Gone in seconds.
I thought we were the hunters.
But we were just waiting prey.
The weight of it hit harder than her magic ever could. The people who trusted ... followed ... their families will never see them again. And deep down, I know—they'll grieve, but they'll understand.
We brought this on ourselves.
We killed for money. Crushed innocents to feed our ambition. We thought the world would never catch up.
But now it has.
And it's wearing her face.
I can't feel my body anymore. My vision is fading, but I can still see her—standing among the wreckage, surrounded by ice and blood. Calm. Unshaken.
A god of wrath.
I feel everything slipping away. My empire. My power. My na.
I shouldn't have taken that contract.
I shouldn't have touched him—her loved one.
This is justice. The kind we never gave.
My eyes close.
No more running.
This... is the end of Black Viper.
(Phoenix's POV)
The mont we stepped onto the frozen ground... I knew sothing was wrong.
The air was heavy—too still. Even the wind held its breath.
What lay before us wasn't just a battlefield.
It was a graveyard.
Bodies littered the port—twisted, frozen mid-motion, shattered like porcelain. Blood had turned to ice, sared across the ground like war paint. It clung to crates, splattered walls... stained the very soul of this place.
And the heads...
Dozens of them.
Rolled like discarded puppets across the blood-slick concrete. Eyes wide open. Mouths frozen mid-scream. These weren't rookies. These were elites. Ghosts in the dark. The best they had.
Now nothing more than corpses.
My boots crunched over frost and bone as I stepped forward, the silence screaming in my ears.
Then—I saw her.
She stood alone in the center of it all. Back turned. Still. Coverd in blood her sword alone speak, how Terffying she was.
A sword in hand, humming with cold fury. Crimson and frost laced along its edge.
The air around her crackled.
It wasn't just power.
It was rage.
Old. Deep. Divine.
A presence so overwhelming, it felt like my lungs forgot how to breathe. My instincts scread at to run, to vanish. But I couldn't.
I knew that shape. That hair. That aura.
I had always known. I just hadn't wanted to believe.
Slowly, she turned.
Eyes glowing, lifeless and endless. The eyes of sothing that has seen decades... and decided to feel nothing.
I felt my blood run cold.
"I knew it from the start," I whispered. "It was always you..."
"...Erza Konuari."
She looked at with those cold, rciless eyes.
Her voice was calm—too calm. Then she said.
"I didn't expect you to be here....
Fiona.
To be continued...
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