No one was prepared.
Not the guards, not the generals, not even Cain or Selene, who had witnessed war in its ugliest form—because nothing could've prepared them for what the children beca when the serpent army attacked.
The skies were green with magic, the land trembled under the weight of the advancing enemy, and still, in the middle of it all stood Azrael Jr., Caelan, and Rina—no longer laughing, no longer playful.
Dead silent.
The air around Azrael Jr. began to crackle. His eyes turned pitch black, glowing with streaks of electric blue. His tiny fra lifted into the air slightly as lightning coiled around him like a living dragon.
"Fall," he whispered.
And a dozen serpent soldiers dropped from the sky like puppets with cut strings.
Caelan was no less terrifying. His shadow split from his body and started attacking on its own, slicing through enemies like a vengeful phantom. Every ti soone got close, his hands flared with molten light, burning anything within reach.
But it was Rina—cheeky, giggling Rina—who made jaws drop.
She twirled once, giggled twice, and then scread, "I told you snakes were ugly!"
Then her hair turned to fire.
Actual fire.
And with a single stomp of her foot, the ground cracked and spewed flas that shot like lava geysers toward the enemy ranks.
"IS THAT MY DAUGHTER?!" Leo yelled, frozen on a balcony, gripping Zara's hand in panic.
Zara, trying to keep calm, muttered, "Let her cook, babe."
Eira stood beside Eren, wide-eyed. "I... didn't know kids could do that."
Eren, stunned, replied, "They shouldn't be able to."
Cain and Selene looked on, their hearts torn between pride and terror. Their twin sons were fighting like gods—but the power... it was raw, wild, uncontrolled.
Azrael Jr. slamd his hands into the ground, and a storm erupted around him—lightning bolts frying serpents from above. Caelan disappeared into the shadows and reappeared behind the enemy's elite general, taking him out in a flash.
Rina summoned fire whips and lashed them around an enemy war beast, riding it like a deranged princess from a chaotic fairy tale. "GO, FLUFFY! GO!"
"Fluffy? That thing eats people!" soone scread.
The serpent prince Orox hissed from the ridge, his slitted eyes narrowing. "What... are these children?"
Cain whispered, as the battlefield bent to his sons' and niece's will, "They're the future you were never ant to touch."
And just like that—the tide turned.
The serpent army wavered.
Because no army, no magic, no dark prophecy... could predict three children becoming the most feared force the kingdom had ever seen.
And they were just getting started.
The battlefield was chaos—but not the kind written in dusty history books.
This was divine madness—unfolding through the hands of three children, whose laughter had once filled the palace gardens. Now, their silence was thunder. Their movents? Earthquakes.
The villagers lined up at the ridge, frozen in awe and horror. Mouths hung open. Mothers clutched children tighter. The elders whispered prayers they hadn't spoken in years.
"They were just babes not long ago," one gasped.
"They were gods all along," another muttered.
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Azrael Jr. had stopped speaking. His eyes, a swirling black and blue, scanned the serpent army like prey. With a single snap of his fingers, a massive serpent beast burst into particles—dust in the wind.
He was rewriting physics with gestures.
Caelan wasn't any softer. Shadows dripped from his back like wings, dragging screaming enemies into a dark portal that blinked open like a demon's eye behind him. When it closed, nothing returned.
Then ca the mont no one imagined.
Rina, surrounded by ash and smoke, began laughing.
Not just laughing—giggling.
She held out her palms, and in them flickered a small orb of fire. "Wanna see sothing cool?" she said to no one in particular.
The orb grew... bigger... and bigger... until it roared into a sun.
She launched it into the sky. It exploded above the army in a fiery blast shaped like a phoenix, raining blue flas that didn't burn the land—but vaporized the enemies like celestial judgnt.
The villagers gasped.
One old woman dropped to her knees. "That's not a child," she whispered. "That's a weapon with a heartbeat."
And then—the children began to rge their powers.
Azrael Jr. channeled lightning through Rina's fire.
Caelan opened a vortex that redirected the burning storm into an aerial whip that cracked across the horizon, breaking the enemy's ranks with a single unified blow.
They didn't speak.
They didn't hesitate.
They moved like one entity.
Cain, watching with Selene, gripped her hand tightly. "They're not just fighting... they're cleansing."
"They're becoming sothing... else," Selene breathed.
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As the final serpent soldier tried to flee, Rina teleported—yes, teleported—into his path.
He froze.
She leaned forward, eyes glowing like embers, and whispered, "Boo."
He fainted.
The children returned to the hill, hair windswept, eyes dimming from cosmic rage. The field behind them was empty.
And deathly silent.
Not a single villager clapped. Not yet. Because they weren't sure if they were in the presence of heroes—
Or sothing greater.
Sothing terrifying.
Sothing unstoppable.
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