Ethan stood atop the fortress, his eyes affixed on the battle taking place before him.
All the destruction, lives being sacrificed from both ends…it was all too chaotic.
He knew this was coming; he had seen this before as well, not on this stage, but he indeed had faced a war in the previous tiline, and because he failed to defeat the God of Death, it was happening all over again.
He couldn't bla himself though, since Ethan still rembers vividly the strength of the Death God. If not for the fact that he was able to use Zulcriz's scythe in the final showdown, then forget about sealing, Ethan wouldn't even have inflicted a single wound on the opponent.
However, he was stronger this ti, and he had the support of other races, too. The number of apostles supporting him was about twenty tis more than in the previous itinerary.
And Ethan himself has the strength and experience from both tilines, so he knows for sure that even without the help of the scythe he would be able to do much more during their battle.
But the major problem now was soone else. A big hurdle against which Ethan doesn't want to fight.
The only person other than his mother and Elizabeth who thought of Ethan's betternt without anything demanding in return.
Richard.
However, he couldn't falter here, since he has already taken the Oath to be with Light until the end and finish the war by either killing Zulcriz and…his successor.
"He is not winning against them like this…" Suddenly Ethan's eyes went toward the battlefield where the three ladies, one his childhood friend, one his savior's sister, and one his ex-lover(?) were fighting against a demi-god apparently.
However, Ethan knows that the black-haired boy is holding back for so reason. He didn't know why but regardless of the reason, Ethan was not going to interfere again.
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Back on the battlefield, Bella continued to launch attacks one after another toward the boy.
Jas raised his ntal barrier in retaliation before sending debris and broken tal materials in her way—which Emily easily defended against.
The most annoying and dangerous foe for Jas was the brown-haired woman.
He couldn't rember when was the last ti he t soone with such a faint presence and such unbelievable precision and agility.
*Slink*
He tilted backward to dodge the tal claw that brushed past his shirt, before throwing a knife in her direction using his psychokinesis.
Jas barely had ti to react before Lilia struck again. She moved like a shadow, her dagger slicing through the air toward his throat. He jerked back, barely dodging, but she was relentless—each movent sharp, precise, and deadly.
He flung a chunk of tal at her with his telekinesis, but before it could reach, Emily's barrier shimred into existence, deflecting it effortlessly.
Annoying.
Then ca the heat.
Bella's fire roared toward him, a swirling inferno ant to burn him alive. Jas threw up a psychic barrier, gritting his teeth as the flas crashed against it. His shield held, but cracks ran through it like fragile glass.
Lilia used the distraction to close the gap. He sensed her a second too late.
Shink!
Her dagger tore through his sleeve, grazing his arm. A shallow wound—but enough to send a spike of pain up his nerves. Jas hissed, lashing out with a psychic blast to force her back. But Emily was faster—another barrier snapped into place, absorbing the shockwave.
Jas clenched his fists. The three of them were working too well together. Every move he made, they countered. Lilia kept him on edge, striking from the shadows. Emily made sure he couldn't retaliate properly. And Bella—
BOOM!
A fireball erupted in front of him, forcing him to leap back as molten stone sprayed across the battlefield.
Jas' breath ca fast. His body ached, but worse than that—his frustration was boiling over.
They weren't stronger than him. They couldn't be.
Lilia darted in again. This ti, Jas didn't move.
The air around him cracked.
A pulse of raw, furious energy erupted outward. The ground split beneath his feet. Emily's barriers flickered under the pressure. Bella stumbled back, the heat of her flas twisting wildly. And Lilia—so close, so confident—was blasted off her feet.
Jas stood there, eyes glowing with rage. His power surged, untad, shaking the battlefield itself.
"No more."
The battlefield changed.
The mont Jas unleashed his power, the air itself grew heavy. A deep, unnatural silence fell over the ruins. The dust that had been swirling from their battle suddenly froze midair. The ground trembled beneath his feet as if recognizing the presence of sothing far greater than human.
The sky darkened—not from clouds, not from smoke, but from sothing deeper. Shadows stretched unnaturally, twisting toward him like they were bowing.
Lilia, quick as she was, struggled to rise. The weight of his power pressed down on her like an unseen force, pinning her to the fractured earth.
Emily's barriers flickered and shattered without him even touching them.
Bella, who had monts ago been launching flas without restraint, gasped as her fire wavered. The bright orange glow dimd, twisting into sothing weaker—sothing afraid.
Jas exhaled slowly, his breath the only sound on the battlefield. When he lifted his head, his eyes glead—not just with fury, but with sothing divine. The raw power coursing through him wasn't just magic. It wasn't human.
"You thought you could keep up?" His voice was quiet, but it cut through the silence like a blade.
He raised his hand, and the broken battlefield answered. Shattered debris, bent steel, and loose stone all lifted at once, hovering in the air as if waiting for his command. The sheer force of his presence sent cracks splintering across the earth, stretching outward in jagged lines.
Each tal scrap and boulder was floating on his command and was facing the forces of the Dark side.
Every soldier, including Bella, Emily, and Lilia was at his target.
Richard narrowed his eyes as he switched to his elental state, ready to land on the battlefield.
He didn't know why Jas was holding back until now, but it seems he has lost his cool now.
'They did what they could have but now-' However, his train of thought was broken as suddenly a figure erged from the shadows.
A gust of black mist spiraled into existence, warping the space around it, twisting reality itself. From its depths, a figure erged—no, a presence. Towering, monstrous, yet eerily human.
His hair, a stark, unnatural white, cascaded down his back like strands of frozen silk. His upper body, bare beneath the crimson-tinged sky, bore jagged, writhing marks—deep, dark sigils carved across his collar, pulsing with sothing far worse than magic.
A long, curved sword hung at his waist, its edge glistening—not with light, but with the endless abyss of the void itself.
Thick, writhing tendrils of darkness slithered from his skin, spilling onto the ground, and devouring the very earth beneath his feet. It twisted and churned like it was alive like it hungered. The battlefield trembled at his arrival, the air itself rejecting his presence, yet powerless to drive him away.
Ethan frowned as he found his magic reacting to the being and every fiber of his body ushering him to join the battlefield.
After all, The Demon General Vornyx has appeared on the battlefield.
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