Up above a sprawling Metropolis. The tall glistening white skyscrapers, the sound of cars and the fumes of the restaurant and rooftop air conditioning condensing steam into the bright blue sky.

An odd Moon then reveals itself. Closer than it should be. A bloodied Knight in glistening plate armor tainted with blood is standing atop a hill of corpses in a Germanic town looking upward as tracers from small caliber guns whizz past his head. His dead and empty eyes staring into the silver gaze of the planet. “An Invader…” with his heroic blue cape flapping on the winds of battle, he looks down to a man wearing a Power Armor that’s styled to that of a Victorian Knight. “GAAAAH! My player name Beaten Down, also known as Sir Beadot! I shall not befall here Devil Knight! I will save everyone!” His bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but ruthless ruin for the kill as it starts bleeding from the inside from his broken helmet.

The man screams from the top of his voice as his gauntlet grips the sword that’s embedded in his chest. “GAAAAAH!” His screams were drowned out by the brutal fighting as the black haired teenager in silvery plate armor looked down on him without a single expression on his face. “Why do you fight for this planet? You are an outcast. A neet. Useless dredge of society that’s forgotten and thrown away. You could’ve joined my side and we would’ve been able to birth a world where we can forever be Legends.”

Looking around, on the battlefield were countless corpses of camouflaged soldiers in German Flecktarn, French M1 Woodland, and Russian EMR lay in waste as men in full white body armor and fatigues advanced forward. Not caring that their color makes them stand out a mile away alongside their vehicles.

Deep in the rubble, were the corpses of a Priestess, Ranger, Thief, and Witch. All of their bodies suffered heinous wounds that made there remain a mere tatter of their once beautiful and handsome well built bodies. “You fought and killed the only people I ever loved. The King won’t be happy when I return and his daughter is dead because of you.” Beadot on the other hand was still gripping the sword. “Your eyes say you’ve done more Evil than I have. You dare judge me for this when you come back to Earth just to destroy it?!” the bloodshot eyes of the power armored Knight didn’t let up. His fingers still gripping the sword tight as he kept on trying to dislodge it from his upper chest,

The young man then became surprised as the sword was slowly lifting up and a massive counteroffensive was occurring behind him. Men speaking in various European languages were closing in. “NO! You fucking fools! RETREAT!”

Looking up, a Leopard Main Battle Tank ascends from the rubble. Its barrel pointing towards the Knight. On Top of it, a man in a Beret. His face splattered with oil, ash, and blood. “Herr Beadot. We will not leave you behind.” the power armored Knight just throws his hands at them. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING!? GO BACK! GO BACK!” as a tall burly man in a Ratnik outfit with thousands of his men behind points his Makarov at the teenager in Knight armor that stands atop a hill of dead bodies.

“Comrade! The world is built on the corpses of Heroes. You will not be one of those corpses today! URAAAA!” Beadot could only close his eyes as magic of insane proportion was conjured around him. The rubble of the once quaint town rose tens of meters of the ground as the weather shifted violently.

The Knight’s sword that’s on his body remained untouched and unmoved as firepower on the scale of an atomic bomb was thrown at the teenager. “SURVIVE!” He holds the sword and with his other hand, breaks the core in the middle of his powered plate armor. Ripping it out of his bare hands, he conjures a shield around them.

This made the sword lift up as an explosion that rocked even those thousands of miles away occurs but the damage was localized to only the both of them as the Moon that’s oddly close to the planet has one red lightning coming down from it, striking a single grave in a cemetery.

“It’s been 5 years and four of the many returned Heroes have turned half the world into one without pain, suffering, or hatred. Everyone is happy and content with their life. But this is only due to their wish to give this planet a peaceful death while using their faith to power their own selfish deeds.” Opening its eyes, the golden sparkle of a God befalls upon the mortal realm. “Save us, save us as we pray for your arrival. We will hold the line, no matter the cost. For we love Earth and its people.”

A disgusted expression was on the face of a veiled woman, as she sees this as a defacement of a monument in front of her. Smeared with red paint, the last three letters of the person’s grave, “son” was all that was left and below, the last of the words meant for his time on the planet. “He died a Hero, respected by both sides for his tenacity and preservation of simple basic human respect in a brutal war. Buried in US soil for dying to protect an American.” she kneels down and looks at her body, as she feels weight on her left hand.

It was a simple Colt Python Revolver that was on her. One marked by the United States Armed Forces, gifted to a General as a shadow looms from behind. “Ma’am in the funeral gown. Can you lift your hands up for me?” and thus, the heads of the shadows fell from the bodies while she went and cleaned the Cross. With a touch of her finger on the soil, beautiful flowers of lavish colors bloomed around it. It then began to wildly fling as the rotors of a helicopter hovered behind the woman in blackened attire.

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” The voice on the speaker was loud and petrifying as a tear fell from her veil, down to her sharp chin and landing on the grave. “Oh Master… Why must your fellow men disrespect your grave? Have they no love for your feats?” standing up, she turns around to see an Apache Attack Helicopter. Coated in silvery white paint, its 30mm chaingun underneath the cockpit trained directly at her center mass. “Copy, White Tail. The Anomaly detected at Long Island Cemetery has killed the patrol team. Permission to-” there helicopter suddenly loses power and crash lands on the grass.

Walking towards them, Bahamut fixes the sleeves of her gown while walking towards the ruined grass of the cemetery. “I have more respect for the flightless Wyrms than your rude kind.” as she yawns, the last living person on the helicopter was scrounging for something as she got close. “I usually need a few months for my power to settle but I’ll be fast today as I am needed somewhere.”

The Co Pilot immediately went for her MP-5 Submachine gun as she opened the cockpit doors. With one hand she points it at the veiled curvy woman in a tight funeral gown coming right at her. With a burst of her weapon, the bullets merely phased through and hit the road where people just looked and smiled. Returning to their plans, albeit just avoiding that section.

There was no panic nor sounds of terror as shots rang through the city.

Her eyes were blank even at the sight of the petite woman seemingly absorbing her bullets without care as the veiled woman reached her and violently grabbed her head. Crushing her skull as the grip of the lanky arms was unimaginable. “Ah… what horrors had befallen this planet?” She then looks at the Pilot and his head immediately pops like a cherry. “Tsk, Master loves his world. He was born here and suffered here.” Looking around, the woman turns to the lively streets.

Her eyes squinted as they were abnormal, with endless smiles and content. She didn’t see them as Human anymore as her visage disappeared from sight. The CCTV that was watching her skimming around the perimeter. “Huh?” a sip from what could be a cup of noodles loudly rings in a dark cold room. “Where the fuck did that scary bitch go?” With a lazy and disrespectful tone of a middle aged man. He looks up to the lightless ceiling as he scratches his unkempt beard. His hairy legs sitting on top of the chair he is on.

“Haaaah… Antevka. Why can’t I see the future of this one?” He was then transported into a clear white space where his body shifted into that of a young blonde and handsome teenager in Noble attire. Turning around, a tall woman in a chrome toga, her pale skin and lighthearted smile changes into despair. “You must run.” He tilted his head as he felt the shiver of the God. “Hm? I need to help Lou kill the remaining Heroes.” she immediately shrugs her head. “As we speak. She’s already heading here. I am risking my very life essence talking to you. The Witch and Wizard Hero had summoned upon a creature that abides by no time nor concept.”

Swallowing his saliva, he could see the Goddess and her eyes were like prey that’s being stalked by a predator in the forest. “Antevka… I’ve never seen you look this serious before. Are… are you fine?”

“Tell me, who are you?” as if he was brutally pulled from a good, nice sleep. He looks down on his woolen turtleneck shirt that’s dirtied by the cup noodles spilled on it as his cargo pants were shivering. He looks at the digital clock next to his keyboard as countless monitors shine light to his unimpressive face and body. “1:43PM, 20F” and an ominous music, that of an OST of a Grand Boss was seemingly playing out of nowhere.

“What has happened to this world? Why has this turned into a wonderland of Human Madness?” The charming motherly voice brought a sense of home to him, calming his senses as he turned his gaming chair around. In the shadows of his lightless room, only the silhouette of a tantalizing woman could be seen. In a tight and form fitting dark gown and veil, with a black Dragon crown. His eyes lit up and the figure of the woman did not move. But he did see the flicker of the monitors as time passed by. “Just… what are you?”

“A Dragon.” he scoffs as he reaches for a pair of golden glasses. “I know what that does. I’ve already inspected it.” she yawned as she took one step closer to the man. His toes become more animated as his heart rate rises. “That won’t help you. The gift of your Goddess is useless against someone who is bound to no plain. I do not abide by Earth’s timely laws and physics as I am not from here. I am a foreign object that has entered a body that’s being eaten by cancer.” taking it, he throws his modern framed glasses for the olden looking ones and looks at the figure.

Endless golden strands emitted from behind the creature that’s in the shape of a woman. Encroaching upon all directions, he removed it and his hands started to shake violently. “I-... I am innocent! Lou! Lou made me do it!” She lifts a finger. As the sleeves of her gown went as far as to cover her hands, he couldn’t make out her skin as the multiple keyboards started moving on itself. The keys depressing numerous times and the mouse clicking all by itself.

The twenty plus monitors behind him that reached the ceiling started playing endless news segments and online articles were opening and closing. “Huh. So that is how your side has reached Europe in a matter of years. You kept predicting and predicting while building the network behind. That glass also gives you the ability to cut the strands of life that give soul domain over one’s body… impressive work of a Divine God could only make." She then walks into the light of the monitors revealing herself fully to the ragged and disheveled man.

In a Gothic funeral gown that screams the abyss and the death that comes to all, her veil that only reveals the shine of her golden eyes and the crown of Dragons above her. Her long straight black hair that reaches the floor seemed more like a cape of pure blackness as not even the monitors were able to give it light. “You had exacted revenge on those who ruined your life when you were still on Earth. The ones that killed you and your rich parents. Why go out and kill needless hundreds of millions with your ability of time and life? Starting famines, destroying infrastructure and healthcare.” he tried to stand up, but his legs had all but given out as the woman got closer and closer.

Now before him, she looks down on his brown eyes that’d shine a blue sky hue as he is sucked into her stare. His memories violently replayed from the times he was a kid in a mansion with loving parents to the turmoil as they find out about a massive corruption scandal occurring from within the United Nations and the subsequent squad of hitmen coming at their house and murdering them.

It then switches to his life in a new world, hailed by everyone as the summoned Hero. He made a pact with a Goddess who does domain over time and went on to kill the Demon King and the wish he had been given, he used to return to Earth where he abided his time now with his powers.

But suddenly, a massacre starts in Korea, and the suspect runs to America where then, heads of states start dying left and right. The military on the scramble as news stations start showing an army of Angels attacking the people. Seeing the chance, he went to his computer and used his ability.

Time and time again, he slowly dismantled the United Nations from top to bottom, causing them headaches after headaches whilst starting confusion on logistic lines and plans and killing the next person who showed even a hint of competency while predicting all they’d do next, he went on to not only kill those responsible for his parents death but the entire organization that was complacent with their murders.

But before she could see his memories of meeting Lou, the visions of his past suddenly end as she looks down on her stomach. On it, a massive gaping hole that was not healing. Whatever round it was, it went straight through multiple concrete walls of varying thickness then through a hardened steel door which then went through her and killed the man she was with.

“Mister Jacky Greene is terminated, Lou. I’ll be returning to the frontlines now.”

Through the multiple holes the bullet has made, the woman hears the voice of a young girl with equipment on her and the rattle of a large gun echoing through the air behind her, inside another building. Turning into her Dragon form. The black creature crawls out of the room. Weakened but able. She breaks through the glass window and opens her wings. Flying straight up to the skies as she rounds half the world seeing the flames of war reach Eastern Europe. “What a shot… tsk. I need to preserve this body for Master.”

She looked around, turning from left to right as the fires of war were continuing to march forward into Central Asia. With this, she starts to dive back down from space, reaching speeds that make her seem like a meteor has entered orbit and in her search, she detects a large group of ships had assembled somewhere South.

Continuing her flight to Asia where in the Bay of Bengal, a mixed armada of American, Chinese, Indian, and Russian Warships was flinging cruise missiles into the skies. Their target, a huge four legged Green Dragon and riding on top of its head, a Vampiric woman in a splendid form fitting violet armored gown wielding a splendid Lance of crimson blood color. “Gorkas! Let us end this now!” running outside of one of the Supercarriers of the Pacific fleet.

A petite girl in a Witch gown and hat raises her staff and the sea level starts to rise. “Black Viper.” The deck crew all hunched down and held the deck as she spread her arms wide. AWAKEN!” The ships then break away, giving enough space for a head of a snake to rise from the depths. Its size was so sheer that the head alone was a hundred meters larger than the width of the Nimitz Supercarrier.

With its jet black body and long aerials, it shoots out of the water heading straight for the Dragons underbelly.

Jumping from the head of Gorkas, the Vampire with her Lance stylishly spins midair as she points its tip at the oncoming snake. “Retribution of Blood.” The deck crews outside of the ships all suddenly died as the blood from their body is extracted without care and forms a sharp spear that’s hurled at the Black Viper.

Inside one of the carriers, the Air Traffic Controller’s eyes panic. “A-ADMIRAL! WE’RE DETECTING ANOTHER DRAGON!” The high ranking man stands up from his seat and looks at the radar where he proceeds to walk out to the balcony next to the main bridge and look high in the sky. “Holy God above, if I die here. Let me guide my sailors passage to Heaven." As he makes his prayer, the humongous Black Armored Dragon immediately takes a chunk off the Green Dragon’s wing. Unable to react properly from just the sheer size and unimaginable speed of the oncoming opponent and the mighty and commanding aura of a Dragon God.

It promptly accepted its fate as the Green Dragon fell from the skies as Bahamut on the other hand unfurled her wings full, creating a massive effect of downash as she violently grabbed the Green Dragon’s neck and bit it completely off with one fell swoop.

She then continues down, landing on the deck of the Supercarrier. Her touchdown was so violent it listed the ship to the left that some of the stealth and naval planes on its main deck fell onto the Bay and as fast as she could, she reduced her size and turned to the Vampire in her violet gown as her giant spear of Blood made contact with her nose.

A massive explosion of solidified shards of blood was then shot off at all directions with the Dragon completely unscathed. The Golden eyes of the God looked down on the immortal bloodsucker as she gained altitude again, preparing her lance for another strike.

But then, after a few moments of silence. She looks at the corpse heedless of Gorkas and the eyes of the Black Dragon, completely frowned and ready for violence, as if she was asking to be attacked once again and be given an excuse to use something even more completely deranged and powerful than her last attack.

After the brief staredown, the Vampire swirls her lance, teleporting the corpse of the Dragon and herself away as Bahamut sat on top of the Supercarrier. Watching the bloodsoaked skies and the dents on the gray ships with shards of solid blood on their main bodies.

The Witch on the other hand comes out of the main tower on the Supercarrier. Though reluctant at first, she soaks up her fright and approaches the Black Dragon and as she gets near to it, the fantastical winged lizard changes into the form of a woman with a huge gaping hole in her stomach. Without a care in the world, she walks towards the Witch and reaches out her hand.

“My name is Bahamut. The Dragon God of the Void, Goddess of Death, Destruction and Unmaking.” as she promptly fell down and all the guts and blood that was inside her mortal form started to spill out. “MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC!” as the deck crew rushed to help her. The woman's vision fades out completely.

“This is strange. My tools can’t cut her organs. I need the Witch here!” blinks of pure white would appear in and out. “What do you mean you can’t do anything? I’ve never seen a body like this before! Anything I do, it does nothing! How do you expect me to perform an operation? This is something no Human hand can modify or change. Her cells, her body might look like that of a person, but inside it. On the molecular level, it's something we’ve never encountered before.” after some rustling and rattling, her vision would come back fully.

“Doc, what do you want me to do then? The God that had summoned and blessed me is not in Healing Magic that can repair something of this caliber.”

“Then, I think the best we can do is believe and pray. She did say she’s a God right? Then I hope our faith is enough to heal her to full strength.” After the sound of a folder closing and a groan as a person stands up, she could hear the blinds slide open. “So this is what you guys summoned huh? Well, looks like the gamble worked. I’ll talk to the Admiral about her status.”

Soon, Bahamut was able to recover some of her strength and was now in a gurney, wearing only a hospital gown. Sitting next to her was a pretty Witch with a wide brim hat reading a Grimoire in peace as the TV plays the news. “Bad news today as the combined forces of the European Union and the Russian Military are backed into the outskirts of Moscow. It is said the Knight Hero and his army will reach central Siberia by next week and China is next by the current tra.” lifting her hands, for the first time. She felt its weight, the weight of the flesh, the bones, and the gravity that's pulling it down. “Hnnnngghhh…”

Walking in the Medical Ward of the Aircraft Carrier. The Witch stands up as two Admirals, one American and one Chinese walks in to check on her.

“So this is her?”

“Yes, Admiral King. That is her.”

Opening her eyes, she could see the face of a wrinkled man in the blue digital camo of the United States Navy. On his side, a more Asian looking fellow in a Navy Blue fatigues and five stars on his collar. “Admiral Liu, that’s her. The European looking Dragon that had landed on my ship.” With a smaller height, he tilts his head to take a peek at the woman.

“She’s beautiful. I have no words to express such looks. I must say, Wizard Hero has gone good. The sacrifices of those men weren’t in vain as the Polish campaign had ended in failure in a matter of days.”

“Yes, but also wounded, Admiral Liu. Doc told me that possibly, one of the Heroes got a hold of her arrival and ambushed her.” The American then turns to the Witch with heavy eyes. “Look, Miss Jean. We have bad news.”

“Hm?”

“The Knight Hero has disappeared from the Siege of Moscow. Last seen, he was directly headed to the Bay of Bengal.” A rattle of a chair was heard and the drop of a book. “EH?! Then we must escape!”

“We cannot. Our ships are far too slow. Instead, we’ll have you transferred to a helicopter that will take you landside. There, go to the headquarters in Singapore and hopefully, fly to the Wizard Hero. If he was the one who summoned her, he should have more plans, right?.”

“And you Admiral? What about everyone else? Did the other Admirals have a plan?”

“Yes. We will show that genocidal dirtbag with what we can do. It's apparent her disabling is what he came for. He is here to finish the job. We’ll make sure that won’t happen.”

“EH? But what about-”

“No buts. This is our duty. This isn’t about nation, creed or what stupid flags we were under. This is now for Earth and all the things we love.” He then reaches for his pocket, as if to hold something in it. “She said she’s a Goddess of Death, Destruction and Unmaking right? Then, what’s about to come will be our sacrifice.”

He removes his hand from his pocket. “I’ll have my Combat Medics to escort her deckside with you. The Sea Stallion will take you to Port Blair. I’ll leave the rest to the combined Asian Forces.” he turns around, not giving her a chance to talk as armed men push the gurney out of the Ward and into the elevator.

As she tried to protest, the sailors dragged her to the elevator where she just became silent.

Walking through the inner hangar. All of the aircraft there were on full red alert still. Being rearmed and refueled. “Miss Jean, I hope you’ll be able to get her to Sir Maradame. This is the first victory we’ve had in five years.” Bahamut sighs as she looks at the Witch. Her hands in a fist as she shakes in anger. “Thank you for your faith… but what is about to come, it will be a Tribute of momentous levels.”

The Witch just breathed a long sigh as they were taken to an aircraft elevator. As it lifts up to the deck. All of the combat planes were being loaded with every possible air to air missile they have on stock.

As the gurney was pushed towards the Sea Stallion Heavy lift transport helicopter. Alarms ring as fighter jets take off from the runway. Loading up her gurney, the Combat Medics gave the Pilot the all go. Taking off as a bright laser hits the Supercarrier. Puncturing straight into its reactor and causing it to lose power.

But this didn’t stop the Joint Armada. Opening fire with all they got into the skies as the lone helicopter flying opposite of the direction of their guns was lost from the sight of the enemy.

One by one, blue lasers hit the Destroyers main ammo storages. Causing explosions big enough to break it in half whilst Angels descended upon the skies. With their tridents and trumpets, the seas began to violently move. Throwing off the aim of the ships as fighter jets engaged them in the air.

The Witch Heroine could only look in sadness as a cloud of darkness starts to fill the bay from the fiery carcasses of the thousand ton ships of the world's strongest Navies. All of them, unable to hurt the lone Knight capable of flight without wings that come before them as their final judgment on this Earth.

More and more Angels started to descend. Even far away, she could see their glistening holy aura blinding the area as the last remaining Supercarrier finally goes silent.

Landing on its destroyed deck, some of the remaining Marines onboard set up an ambush. Their disposable rocket launcher doing nothing to the Knight as Angels shot their tridents at them. Going straight through their body armor while the teenage man walks into the inner hangars.

The two Admirals stood with their chins up alongside their men. Behind them, a radioactive shielded container van as the American had a clicker on his hand, his four fingers ready to press the lever on it.

But this didn’t even faze the Knight Hero. His deadpan and emotionless state made the two Admirals look in absolute disgust at the young person.

“So, you're the son of a bitch that sent the world into turmoil for the last five years. I finally got to look at your dead eyes.”

“Where… is… she…?”

“Pfft. Do you want to kill her or be killed?” Angels of gold then float inwards of the carrier, fully surrounding them as the American Admiral reaches for his pocket once again and pulls out a family picture. It was him in his black and white navy uniform with two daughters and a wife.

Seeing this, Admiral Liu can’t help but have a smile to his face as he rests his hand on his shoulder. The two old men looked as happy as ever. “We have a saying in China, Mister King. All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

Alarms were then heard outside of their ship, just a nautical mile away, numbering in the thousands, one of the Russian Kirov Battlecruisers intentionally sent her reactors into a meltdown as the Angels had begun to literally engulf every inch of its armor and steel, rendering it completely unable to fight anymore. “Comrades! We will go first! The Motherland will-” the communication breaks off as a piercingly blinding light explodes but the Knight Hero just stood frozen solid. Not even turning to look at the small mushroom cloud in the sea.

The following nuclear explosion took out a handful thousands of the Divine creatures but it was not enough to even make a dent in their numbers as thousands more descended above them. “Heh. I grew up afraid of Ivan. Never knew I’ll be following one in death.” He depresses the lever of his clicker and a thermonuclear bomb explodes.

The pint of light awakened Bahamut. “Goddess! You're awake!” She lifts her hand and looks straight at the blinding light of the mushroom cloud in front of her. “This is still not enough but it will do.” She grabs the long slender arms of the Witch as the Combat Medics helps her up. “Tsk. That caught me off guard. I got too complacent once again, just like with the Chosen Ones.” She looked straight at the mushroom cloud, her golden eyes sparkling wildly. “How long was I out for?”

“Three hours, Goddess.” she just nods and strands straight up. “This Wizard. From the articles, it says he is from the Japans, correct?” she nods in reply to the weakened tone of the Dragon. “And he is a Mage of Astrology. Well, I have conjured up a plan already but I will need both of you. Whatever he has planned, it won’t work. Not with the Knight Hero.” she proceeds to sit back into the gurney. “I also require meat. Lots of it.” without giving her notice, the Dragon God just slips back into sleeping.

The Combat Medics just look at one another then to the Witch Hero. Whom she just sat on the helicopter’s passenger seats on the sides. The straps that hold down the metal gurney make a vivid sound of flapping leather as she sighs. Turning to where the Armada formerly was.

All that was left was a massive plume of black smoke and the occasional loose missile flying off into the water or into the far horizon, never to be seen again. “Huh. So this is… a God?” the Medic with her young tone took the attention of the Witch. “Hm. That’s the entity Maradame-San found and summoned to Earth.” wearing only a light plate carrier and a stock M4A1 assault rifle. She and the medics with her didn’t even have any ballistic helmets and wore their Navy caps. “If she’s a God, then how come she hasn’t done anything yet against the Knight Hero?”

“I don’t know. But Maradame-San said she has an intimate connection to someone from planet Earth and that the stars in the future became confusing. Something happened and it's modifying our timeline as we speak.” the girl just shrugs as she turns to her colleagues. The burly men replying with their own state of disconnect to the conservation. “Errrrr… she’s super hot though?” getting smacked lightly, the Witch giggles as the medics throw and hurl insults at one another. “Port Blair, Gold One is approaching your island. Has the Indian Command informed you of the nature of our transport?” a reply instantly came, though raspy, the voice was clear enough for the pilots of the Sea Stallion.

“We have just been informed a minute ago. There should be a playground by Panipat Road. We have Doctors and Nurses on stand by alongside an ambulance. Knight Hero is last seen returning to the European front, so be at ease, Gold One.”

Finally reaching the collection of islands. The largest one, having a single city on it. There wasn’t really much to be seen aside from the tourist sights of the Pacific ocean from high point of views from the mountainous terrain. The Coast Guard base on it is filled to the brim with anti air launchers and autocannons. Giving the helicopter little space to land, even the playground they’ve been told to go to had a large pool of supply trucks filled with missiles on it.

Upon touchdown, the gurney was immediately brought inside the main Coast Guard building and there, she was put into a room. With a large window that’s protected by steel grills, the medics guarded the hallway outside as the Witch finally got herself a combat tablet and opened the uplink to the Hero Net and instantly called for the Wizard Hero.

Her heels were clacking on the tiles as it loaded and loaded.

A cold hand suddenly touches her exposed shoulders. “EEK!” her moan made the God laugh as she stood up, her staff ready for a fight. “Calm down.” The Dragon had a warm smile to her face, it gave a motherly embrace as she leaned forward.

“Can you tell me if that Vampire will return?”

“I believe so. The Knight Hero didn’t come after us. He must’ve been busy with the fleet and retrieving one of his last comrades.”

“Hm.” She stretches her hands and yawns nonchalantly. “The online articles I read said there were originally fifteen Heroes that returned to Earth and that most of them are dead.”

“I am surprised a God knows how to use a computer.”

“It’s not primordial rune reading, Human and it's not my first time interacting with Human technology. Those articles also do not specify reasons for deaths. Just speculation.”

“Oh, that is for the public. Most of them died in very gruesome and horrific ways.” The Witch Hero leans forward, sighing aggressively as she throws her wide brim hat down the floor and rustles her straight black hair. “Hm. Is that so? Well, I like your style though.” the woman giggles at the sudden normalcy of the God as she then leans back into the wall.

“They all died protecting people. Unlike the Heroes that sided with the Knight. Those on the side of Earth were far too kind. They would not let one person die and many threw themselves needlessly into the fray to save a random civilian. Be it a dog or a child or a soldier. It used to be eight, but it's all down to a mere two now. Lord Beadot gave his life in Poland to slow down the Knight Hero for your summoning to go smoothly.”

“Ah, yes. So that was the air of familiarity I found here. Hm.” She then promptly slides her body to the side of the gurney. Dangling her legs as she put her chin on the palm of her hand. The elbow lazily sitting on her thigh. “What is the history of this Knight Hero? How come articles about him never said anything concrete.”

“That’s because even we aren’t sure of his true origins. Interpol has tried and tried for years but what we are sure of is that he used to be an orphan, of Korean descent. At an early age, he became a Hitman and grew up to be a notorious killer.”

“Seems more than I thought you’d say. Interpol huh. The police force that spans an entire planet, yes? Interesting. Continue.”

“The Joint Chiefs of Staff had run-ins with him too and his face, put through an AI face identifier, lines up with a wanted person though everyone was shocked that he is actually far younger than expected. Aside from that, we do not know of educational background, military training, contacts, parents, lineages, nothing.”

“That is more than enough. I will pry into his head when I get the chance.” She then fully stands up and walks to the TV. Taking the remote, the Dragon turns it on and she returns to her relaxation. “Uhmm… may I ask for your name again?”

“Bahamut.”

“Mm. Bahamut.”

“Yes?”

“Why haven’t you just flicked your finger and fixed the world?”

“I could do that. But the repercussions of it will be immense.” She lowers the volume of the television as she looks at the Witch, her golden eyes sparkling. “The Heroes, like you, are akin to Demigods. That Knight person can be considered a God already. Just sensing him gives me the same feeling as one.” throwing the remote to the bed, the Dragon fixes her pillows.

“I can fling this world to a time before they went. But then I’d have to contend with the God of Time, whose presence I can feel lingering as she mourns the death of her champion and then a plethora of other problems like the time I have to give in preparing for their arrival.” pointing at the pitcher, the Witch stands up and brings it to the God. “Water.” taking the glass cup, she fills it and hands it over to Bahamut.

“Right now, this is Earth. Full of Gods, Heroes, Divinity and sorts. You could say that after this, you might see a rise in supernatural encounters. Even maybe beings you now consider as Myths and Legends may return to life and hunt as it was before when magic was nigh on Earth.” She then makes the pitcher float towards her and fills it even more, nearly overflowing it. “And then there is me, as you can see. The world right now is not only unstable physically but also metaphysically. If I make a move, I could easily ruin the prepositioned rules of this planet. I have a feeling your Wizard friend wishes for me to do something drastic but instead, I want to bring this fight to an empty plane.”

“Then just do it. So many have already died.”

“Hmmmm… I want to but Master should be alive at this time. I think there has been no World War Three yet, yes?”

“World War Three? No, such a devastating thing has not happened. Instead we got this.”

“Mhm. So right now, Earth has been put in a very dangerous situation. In the future, a calamity will come to it and now, an angry Hero has returned to a time before said calamity and has sprung the laws of this world into a downward spiral into apocalypse.”

“A-Apocalypse?!”

“Mm. But do not worry, I plan on returning things to normal. I will use the energy and essences of the worlds they saved and use it as a protection for Earth. Should be easy with their Heroes dead here.”

“Then can we start this plan immediately?”

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“Not till I hear from the man that summoned me. A Mage of the Stars is rare for a reason, and one as strong as him is akin to an inventor of an element using the very strands that formed life.” gulping down the entire glass of water, she smiles and gently places it on the stand next to the gurney. “Ahhhh… this could’ve been an excellent fight. But if I were to summon my true form, that nearly overflowing cup of water would burst completely and Dragons of all types might even return to Earth if I do become enticed by the fight and start using Mana needlessly.”

Taking the remote, she pumps up the volume and the Dragon starts to flip through the channels. Aside from the Government channels that are now giving updates constantly, most of the ones still live are just showing reruns of famous Bollywood movies. “I don’t get Earth humor. No wonder Master is so strange.”

“Bahamut… this Master of yours. He is from Earth too?”

“Hm. Born and raised on Earth, fought in your wars and lived to tell the tale. He ends up as a successful person, becomes chosen by that Cheating God to power the body of a Chosen One and takes care of a rowdy but very cool and awesome Black Dragon and the two adventures throughout the lands of Tur.”

“Tur? I don’t think I am following, Bahamut.”

“In the future, when I fix this world. You will invent a machine that has the ability to transport your minds into another world, a digital and virtual one. Your soul, your very being believes in this world, making it suspect for foreign alien Gods to summon people from this neutral place easier.”

“You mean… VR?”

“Something like that, yes. The Alien Gods that came manage to connect three worlds together. My world, that of Tur, yours, that of Earth, and there's. Threa.” she mutes the TV once again as she lightly taps her chin. “And with Earth not having any magic left in it suddenly got a spurge of this long lost element and became susceptible to things like the Hero. You may not fully understand this, but I hope you atleast have written it down even after I repair your world. Some supernatural things might still occur.”

The Witch started to panic. Opening her hand, a pen and a thick slab of intermediate paper materializes and she starts jolting down all the Dragon had said. “Haaaa… I am missing out on what could be one of the best fights I’ve had for thousands of years. But since Master loves this world so much, I won’t bring forth my true form as our battle may raze mountains and even countries. This world he loves so much has already suffered enough. I won’t bring it more pain.”

The tablet’s screen suddenly changes from the animated waiting notification to a crystal clear live feed of a wrinkled Wizard, on top of his fantasy robes was a lab coat behind him. A massive gore was trudging along the capital city of Japan. Protecting it with a massive shield.

“Micheal-san? Micheal-san?”

“AH! Maradame!” She quickly picks it up and switches the camera to the front facing one ”Here she is! The God you mentioned!” the man quickly blushes at the sight of the nicely bosomed and curvy body before him. “OHHHHH! SUGOI-JA! Hello! Hello! I am Hiroyuki Maradame, Wizard Hero. Thank you for coming!” the Dragon just replied with a light nod as she muted the TV fully but kept silent. “What can I help you with, Maradame-san? Have you dealt with the Heroes advance?”

“We slowed them down! But the remaining Heroes are doing most of the heavy work. The Knight Hero knows his time is limited as he did something AMAZING!” The Wizard then goes to a map on his table and shows the frontline suddenly interloping with one another. “He teleported his army behind our lines! To reconsolidate, the United Nations has ordered a defense at Lake Baikal!”

She then looks at Moscow and the Lake which is sitting right above Mongolia. “EH?! That fast?!” the Wizard nods as in the back, a giant beam is piercing the sky as it constantly creates a barrier around the cityscape. “Yes, but good news is the Time Hero is dead. I think this is your work, Bahamut-sama?”

The Dragon just waves her hand nonchalantly as she keeps flipping through the channels. “I see. Very good work as with this, no longer can they predict our far future plans and moves. So about my plan. It involves you, Bahamut-sama, summoning-” She then raises her hand.

“Human, I think you already know the risks of such actions to this world.”

“E-Eh? Well, I do but! It should still be able to take some more hits!”

“No. I won’t allow it. Earth is already in a fragile state. Instead, listen to me.”

“Ah… if that is how it is.” The Wizard Hero started to stroke his long gray beard as his eyes squinted. “So what is needed, Goddess?”

“I need you to make me a magic circle. One the size of uhmm… an airport.”

“Oh! No problem, what is it about?”

“One that teleports a person to the Abyss. I want it to be the size of an airport so that you can put a few hundred seals on it. The strongest ones are nearest to the center, that is a requirement.” The Wizard just nodded endlessly as he slowly stroked his beard. “You seem more than capable, this should be nothing to you. I will do the rest and bring him to it. Witch, I need you to contain any Heroes that may come by.”

“No problem! There should only be two left, one Elf, one Vampire.”

“Could this Elf be wielding a gun by any chance?”

“Hm? She wields a Bow. But I do remember her using a sniper rifle once.”

“Ah, be sure to bring her to me when the time comes.”

“Did she…”

“She did and for that, she must be eaten by me. I will not allow a fight to go on for so long. It will end with me, victorious as always.” The two Heroes just looked at each other and through the screen, a bit of fright and scarceness could be seen in the air. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t eat the two of you. Just that Elf.”

“And the Knight Hero?” she immediately recoils, opening her mouth and spitting. “Phweh! As if I am gonna eat something as corrupted and soiled as that. I’d rather eat rocks and that’s something a Black Dragon will never do!” The Witch Hero then turns the camera back to her and sits down next to Bahamut. “What armies are still left? And where do you plan to put down the magic circle, Maradame-Sama?”

“Ahahahaha! Hm! Sensei will put it on Mongolia! I will be getting a plane right now! Armies left is very few! The Siege of Moscow is coming to an end so I shall get going now! Not much standing between the countries anymore and the teleportation of three army Corps into the heart of Siberia has thrown many wrenches into the plans.”

“Alright. Thank you, Maradame-san.” closing the feed, Bahamut’s clothing has suddenly shifted back to her funeral gown. “Ahhhhh… that Knight Hero is pretty much feeding me. The more he kills, terrifies, destroys, and undo. The stronger I grow.” lifting the volume of the TV, it shows the absolute destruction of Moscow as the combined forces of Earth make a full blown retreat to Baikal.

“In other news, we are getting horrific footage as the capital of the Russian Federation falls. This is very much the same sight we saw in Washington DC, Paris, Berlin and Rome. We’re also getting news that more than two hundred thousand of the Knight’s soldiers had teleported into the heart of Russia. Latest updates speak of a defense at Lake Baikal with the Chinese Liberation Army.” The Newsman then replays old stock footage of the sacking of the other capitals whilst those in Africa and the Middle East were just absolutely annihilated with massive lasers whilst those in Europe and the Americas were ransacked by Angels.

The divine beings with their white wings floating about the burning skyscrapers and the red skies above. “This is… not good as we are getting news from the United Nations International Military Command that very few armies have remained. Only the Chinese and Indian Armies which have been left mostly intact are the ones that can stop the tide.” his face visibly sours as he rests his forehead on his hands. “God… Oh God…” a whisper from behind the camera then comes. “Continue. We still have more news to give.”

“Does it even matter? We’re dead. We’re all dead!” The line quickly cuts and Bahamut closes the TV. “The Knight Hero is dead, he cannot see reason anymore and only wishes for wanton destruction. His plans were moot the moment I smelled the air of this planet.” standing up fully, she opens the window just to be greeted by the grills. Though there was enough space in between to give her a view of the Port.

“Hm. I will reverse it and make him watch. What happened to Beadot anyways?”

“Admiral King told me. He fought the Knight Hero’s party while using his magic to stop the Time Hero’s ability to predict the future. It was only due to him that the combined forces had been able to stand for so long and they didn’t interfere with your summoning. He kept them busy until your arrival.”

“Hmmm… do you know where the Time Hero was located?”

“No. All attempts to locate him have been a failure.”

“Heh. He was in an apartment on Long Island. He’s removed now, the Knight Hero and his friends will not be able to see the future anymore. Though… I think he can see into the future just for a few seconds. It should not be enough to turn the tides of battle where thousands of things are happening at once.” turning around, the Dragon crossed her arms and rested her body on the window. “I will drag the Knight Hero from the frontlines and bring him to the circle. Do everything under your power to keep those two other Heroes at bay. Though…” she leans her head forward and looks to the powerless TV. “If this trend continues, I may deal with them too. Most of all, that Elf dared to shoot at me and ran away. Cowardly fighters need to be given the most gruesome of deaths.”

A cat then appears from the window. Jumping from one air conditioner condenser to another. She opens the glass and leans out with stretched arms. The white cat jumped into her grasp without even thinking as the gowned woman swiftly turned around and into the room where she rested upon her gurney.

Hoisting it up high, the Dragon licks her lips. “Hmmm… I wonder what you would taste like if I dunk you in a vat of truffle gravy.” The clean white fur of the feline oddly attracted her as the Witch Hero stood up. “G-Goddess, you eat cats?” as she lets go of the orange colored feline. Making its belly fall right on top of her head, she turns her head to look at her. “Well… I used to. Master said I should refrain from eating Mankind's animal companions as it looks bad.”

“U-Uhhh… yes, that indeed does look very bad, Goddess.” Bahamut returns to the purring cat as she stroked the top of its head with her long slender hands. “I can see why. This sound has a calming effect to Humans. Interesting. Hm. But I want to eat meat.”

“What do Dragons in Human forms eat, anyway, Goddess?”

“Raw meat. Though we sometimes do cook it. Raw meat is a tradition and culture to us, as that is how we Dragons eat everything. Cooking is only due to our new forms.”

“U-Uh huh….”

“But I do not mind it. The Human creativity in cooking and preparing things always amazes me. I never got tired of watching and helping Master cook and ready our meals.”

“This Master of yours really thought a alot about us, didn't he?”

“Hm. It's thanks to Master that I know more about Humans than ever before. Back then, I only really liked the Human soul and its ability to rise above all the challenges and conquer everything. It reminds me a lot of Dragons.” She then raises her hand, the orange cat seemingly floating back to her grip. “Then Master came. I will never forget about the times he scolded me and I scolded him back. He seems aloof at times, but deep down. Master is always thinking and thinking. Sometimes far too much. I actually think it's very weak Human trait to think too much.”

“Pfft.” The Witch cutely lets out a short laugh as she lowers her hands from her mouth. “But Goddess, as weak as it might be. Your Master is just the type of man that wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. You shouldn’t see this as a weakness but just a Human thing.”

“Hmmmm… I guess so. But still, it sometimes really gets overdone by Master that it even confuses me.” Lifting up the orange cat, it just gave the Dragon a confused stare at what just happened to it as she then buried her face into its belly. “Nonetheless, shall we?”

“Goddess, I’ll have to talk to the Joint Command first and then set up a teleport circle.” The Dragon just laid her arms in full spread on the gurney and after a few seconds, lifted the orange cat off her face. “What? Pfft, we can get there in no time.”

The Witch Hero just tilts her head, confused as she was given a smirk as a reply by the Dragon.

Flying into the Siberian mountains, the Black Dragon could see the faint explosions in the horizon as jets became more and more frequent and convoys of tanks ranging from Cold War to the latest and greatest had become the traffic on the handful of roads below.

Within the valleys and on the sides of the mountains were the barracks set up by what remained of the Combined Human Army. Flags of all sorts of countries flew in the cold winter as the image of a huge Dragon flew past above them. The soldiers all left in awe of the visage of the Godly being heading towards the frontlines.

Helicopters soon tailed her, keeping a low altitude and within some distance to avoid her calamitous wake that shakes even the permafrost soil below and rustled the stone heavy branches.

“Witch, you better hold tight.” riding atop her, the woman opened a book and it sealed her feet into the top of her shiny scales as the Dragon quickly nose dived into the valley as a Lance made out of blood skims past her wings. Crashing into the mountain side as it exploded into a million spikes. The Witch quickly turned around and used her magic to create shield bubbles around the helicopters following them as Bahamut’s scales tanked the spiked blood arrows.

It soon rained red with the winter blast as the Dragon started to once again maneuver violently. This time flying onto the side of a mountain valley as she performs a barrel roll onto the other side. Her spiked spines were meters from hitting the tip of the rocky tops. Infront, a massive bright branch of lightning approached them and as the blue light struck, it took with it a section of the valley. The humongous explosion shook the very foundations of the mountains as it carved a huge crater to the side of the terrain formation.

With a huge gaping hole that goes straight through multiple mountains and within there sights finally were the frontlines where the fires of battle can be seen even through the heavy snow fog. “You must keep contact with that Wizard man, Witch. This will be a fight that I will have a lot of fun, so I might forget." She proceeds to turn her back around and the Witch nods, releasing the magic on her shoes as she disappears into the fog below.

On the frozen taiga below, thousands of men die in vain as the white armored soldiers of the enemy rush forwards. Behind a bunch of hastily set up fortifications, an American was on the radio screaming on the top of his voice. “I need more tanks! We won’t last the onslaught with the Knight, Spear, and Lance Heroes being here!” He looks out of cover as the faint bursts of machine guns disappear one by one.

While just a few meters from his position, one of the Majors of the French Army stands up. “Oui. Broken Arrow on Post De Gaulle. Merci beaucoup, Starfighter and Slavianka.” The man proceeds to turn around and salute to the American as an undead soldier pops out of the sandbags behind him, grabbing the man and his men as their tanks push forward from there dug in positions.

Pure terror was on the American’s face as the position right in front of them became overrun in mere seconds and soon after, Paveways and FAB bombs were dropped onto it. Turning the barbed wire and mined second line of defense into a crater. The frozen lake below them, being multiple meters thick, withstood the explosions without cracking fully but large tears had started to appear on the surface as a fog appeared.

The brief moment of silence made him run towards their bunker as he grabbed a sling of 40mm shells for his underslung grenade launcher. “Fuck, fuck! Not today, I won’t die today.” as he walks out of cover and with his men, the machine gun next to him, the mighty .50 Cal Browning machine gun pointed into the sudden fog.

A wave of power rushed past their heads, clearing the low valley of the winter weather. This made his eyes open wide from the immense weight that fell on his shoulders. Trembling and shaking, the rattle of his gun was noisy as he mustered every fiber of his body to stand and look over the cover, his radio in hand.

Walking towards him was the battered Knight Hero. The young teenage man couldn’t be any older than sixteen but yet, his eyes were dead and his expression was as empty as the space above the planet. “Sweet Mother Mary and Joseph.” With shaking hands, he pushes the barrel of his 40mm launcher forward, inserting the casing as he rocks his M16A4 assault rifle. “LET’S FUCKING GOOO!” With his scream, the third line of defense opens fire with all they got creating a huge plume of smoke and tracers flinging from the ground and into the surrounding area.

It was as if firecrackers in the thousands were being set off every second as they poured every single lead they could piss into the direction of the Knight Hero.

His eyes dims as he could witness the shield of the Knight Hero deflecting every shell and bullet they sent right on top of it and inside, the face of a kid who had given up on everything as he raised his magnificent sword made of alien meteorite material. It gleamed as if it could produce a light of its own.

Charging forward, the man unloads everything he got into the Hero and as the gleaming sword of light slices his neck clean, a vampire in an armored violet gown is thrown into the Knight, sending him backward into the destroyed second line of defense. Everyone immediately got confused at the sudden crash as they looked around and then to the small crater the two made.

The soldiers in cover look back to see the Witch Hero crossing her arms. “How does it taste bitch? Too bad your pet Dragon is dead. You're next and it will be by my hands." The woman thrown into the Knight hero was in complete shambles, her body torn in all places and no limbs remained. Yet, her deep voice cries out in the barren battlefield as the lines on the flanks were on a brutal firefight with their enemies hundreds of meters away. “I will avenge the death of Gorkas. I’ll start with you and then that Black Dragon.” her body fully regrows revealing a darker armored gown and the tiara of sharp golden peaks on her head.

“Don’t you think for a second that this will stop me.” she then turns to the Knight Hero who was behind her, he didn’t reply and only had a sigh as she nodded to him. “Take good care of yourself, Liu. It will all end soon.” Taking off, the woman heads straight to the Witch as the crackle of a massive gun is fired from behind their lines, striking the left flank of the third defenseline and creating a huge crater. With the single shot, a few thousand men died instantly alongside their trenches and cover.

Behind the Knight Hero, a faint image of a shadow appears. Making him stop his march into Humanity’s army as his shield continuously shrugged off all manners of calibers. “Hm?” he quickly reacted, lifting his sword to meet the hands of a person. The sudden contact of the two sent a shockwave that briefly paused the war as everyone turned to the center where a fully revealed Human Bahamut was using her mere hands against the Knight Hero.

This made him express a tinge of anger. Pushing the Dragon back as she lands on her feet on top of the frozen lake. “I won’t use my swords against you, tainted Human. My primordial blade deserves better.” the soldiers of Humanity couldn’t grasp what was happening, the woman in a dark gothic funeral gown then closed the distance without effort, forcing the Knight Hero to get into the defensive.

“Heh. Nice magic, sad that is archaic.” With a burst of her fingertips, she overloads his shield and punches straight to his plate armor. Leaving a huge dent on it and the Knight Hero, spitting out some blood.

On the higher elevation, a Cossack rises from his cover. “HE BLEEDS! COMRADES! HE BLEEDS!” The Americans then noticed the blood falling from the kids mouth making them raise their weapons and cheered. “GO WOMAN! GO!” The Dragon looked to the Human soldiers and gave them a smile under her veil as the Knight Hero was already on her side.

Her head was only about to turn as the magical sword pierced her stomach. This made her look down on her body that’s now glowing as it exploded, sending bits of pieces of her everywhere. The Knight Hero then proceeds to swing his sword, throwing the blood of the God onto the cold ground where ice flowers grew.

Looking at the soldiers, they were all awestruck by what just happened and he put his chin up. Marching forward onto their lines once again but the center area didn’t fire back at him, prompting the Hero to turn around where the Polearm Hero was thrown right at him.

The Elf couldn’t catch her feet as the Dragon took the sniper rifle from her hands and burned it into pure smelted metal. “Ah, I’ll give you two a choice. You both could either fight me here now, or one of you goes and deals with the Witch Hero.” with her demand in the air, the Knight Hero looks to the Elf who was battered and beaten.

“How?” the Elf looked to him as she held her wounded stomach. “I-i don’t know…” looking at the veiled woman, she stood rock solid as the Polearm Hero opened her hands, revealing another sniper rifle and then her main weapon, a Polearm that’s made out of jewelry and gold. Even upon its presence, you could hear the shimmer of power inside it as it shone an impossible color. “But I won’t go down this easily. Not after all I’ve been through.” her eyes seem to be filled with the same animosity as is in the Knight Hero which didn’t even shake the Dragon.

But it wasn’t as bad as his, as there was still some shimmer in her dead stare. She only wore a college uniform, the badge of the university on her jacket as her long sleeves and painted nails shined proudly around the brutal frozen battlefield. “Just what are you?!” the veiled woman tilts her head. “Me? So the Time Hero was also providing you information, huh. Good thing you killed him before he could say anything.”

She proceeds to disappear before their very eyes, making the two Heroes stand behind one another as they scan their surroundings. The hole on the left flank was filled up by what remained of the Rosgvardia, stemming the tide of both undead and properly trained soldiers in white camo. “I thrive in this environment, the world you made is a world where my authority gains endless strength from. Death, Destruction and… Unmaking.” appearing on top of them, she crash lands and gets in between the two. Separating them by multiple meters.

“Now, what is your decision?” The Knight Hero looks at the Elf and nods. “I will fight the Witch.” His voice was low and toneless, as if he didn’t even bother to use what monstrous amount of energy he had to speak properly as the veiled woman just nodded as she turned to the Knight. “Dare shoot me again with that gun or throw that polearm at me, I will make sure to eat you and shred your soul in the Abyss.” She proceeds to invade the center defense line, hopping through the trenches and avoiding gunfire where she then goes behind the mountain where the Witch was fighting the Lance Hero.

Looking at the Knight, he immediately puts his sword up as her hand makes contact with his blade. She ruthlessly punched it out of his hands, but this only made him more agile, dodging her fists and kicks as the sword came back to him through the Dragon, making her avoid its return.

“Come on now, I’d rather be in one piece than two when fighting.” She then gestures for him to come at her. “Don’t play around, show me what you got.” the Knight shrugs. “I know what you’re trying to do. The more chaos I make, the stronger you become. I am not stupid.” his voice was now low and silent, as if the act itself was enough to exhaust him beyond belief.

He then sheaths his sword as he stands straight up. “So this is their trump card? A God?” The Dragon then crossed her arms, one foot forward. “Yes. You did well so far, but sadly. This tirage ends now. Much needs to be fixed.” attacking him. The Knight Hero didn’t dare fight back, dodging all her attacks. Even when pushed into the flanks where the fighting was at its thickest, he only continued to dodge her. Ignoring the Dragon, cutting down hundreds of his own men in the process. Each swing with her fist, it was enough to go through multiple fully geared soldiers like they were made of nothing.

With a smile under the veil. The Knight Hero quickly unsheathes his sword and looks up to the skies as red lightning strikes directly at the tip of it. Refracting the lighting, it then strikes down thousands of his men and undead. Cooking their entire assault. His eyes open wide as a scream comes. “COSSACK! FORWARD! URRAAA!” hearing this, the Americans then all looked at one another as the enemy flank was completely exposed now. “LET’S GO! MARINES AND ARMY LEAD! I WANT THE RANGERS IN THE FLANKS WITH THE SPETSNAZ! GO EVERYONE!”

With their assault’s left flank opened, the Knight Hero turns to the charging Human army. The mere slip up of his attention was all she needed as she grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the right flank. Sending him into the side of a White camo Abrams Main Battle Tank. It was so strong it sent the seventy ton heavy vehicle onto its sides as she fired another red lightning.

Coming from the valley floor from afar, a giant Black Viper slithers out of it with the Witch riding on top firing thousands of fireballs into the skies where the Lance Hero had kept herself busy having to dodge all of the fire coming and on the back of the Viper, the Polearm Hero had carved an opening on its scales with her weapon and proceeds to push the barrel of her M200 anti materiel rifle into it. As she was about to pull the trigger, a visage of Bahamut appears.

This visage then physically kicks her out and bends the rifle out of shape as the Black Viper stops before the battlefield and the Witch flies into where Bahamut was. “It’s ready!”

“Storsjod! Il kasourch, Dru Soll! Reite’ ift hum!” The skies above change as portal forms and coming out of it, a Dragon with a serpent body. It had no wings and only had two front limbs but it was able to fly still. The blue chrome Lindworm stops just a few meters from the battlefield where the armies of Humanity had gotten the upper hand and for the first time, was pushing back the enemy.

“Dragon God Bahamut, what is thou’s demand from this olden soul?”

The three Heroes opposing Mankind couldn’t move on the mere presence of the Dragon whose age predates even life itself on the barren rock. “I will offer you two souls of Heroes and in return, fix Earth. Use their worlds and destroy it, destroy all life in it and turn it into energy that can be converted into a barrier to protect this planet.” The Lindworm turns its Dragonic head to the trio and nods. “Very well, Dragon Goddess Bahamut.” he then pushes his body down to the frozen Lake and turns into a Humanoid.

Wearing only ceremonial robes, he had no weapon and looked like a young bright man who had never seen dirt or dust. “I shall leave this one for you then, as it seems that-” as the Knight Hero attacked him, he effortlessly dodged his sword and with a touch of his hand, sent the man flying. “-You have a personal vendetta against him.” The two Heroes readied themselves. “I wanted to eat the Elf, but I lost my appetite.”

The Knight Hero stands up but Bahamut has pinned him to the soil. “Why are you doing this? What does Mankind have given to you? A God won’t go this far without reason.” she scoffs as she crosses her arms. “Why tell a dead man the future?”

He is suddenly teleported in the middle of a magic circle. On a barren empty desert, he stands up and with his sword, swings it at Bahamut who dodges it. The Wizard Hero on the other hand was sitting down on a lawn chair with a video camera. “Ahahahaha! Let’s see you fight Mister Liu Sang.” He stops and turns his attention to the old man. “After Earth, I will go to the planet you saved and destroy it.” He then leans back, dodging Bahamut’s hand as he stares right into her golden eyes.

“Finally! Now show me a good fight, Human!” With his limits off, the Knight swipes his sword horizontally and Bahamut dodges an invisible wave of blades as she teleports right behind the man and he reacts to it swiftly, attacking her back and even managing to make her speed up to stop some attempts to hit her stomach.

“You are worthy! I will give you this!” The tips of her heels then started to flash a bright red color as a fiery trail was left in her wake. All he could see was the flames on the ground as her speed was beyond that of even his naked eyes.

Appearing, the disturbed air was the only thing to indicate her arrival as the Knight started to thrust his sword. She’d then move at such a pace that he’d only see her body on the left and on the right without a transition to that direction. As if she was just using hacks. In return, he uses magic on the Dragon, making her slower and himself, faster.

This made the Dragon change her entire fighting style, quickly running away as the Knight catches up and the tip of his blade nearly slicing her hair as she violently stops and using the palm of her hand, thrusts it into his plate armor, causing it to rapture but in return, he fires a golden colored laser that goes through her upper left shoulder.

Looking at the wound, it wasn’t healing prompting her to retreat to the edge of the magic circle. The Wizard Hero on the other hand has his eyes widen at the sight. “Just what are you, Liu-san?” The Knight ignores the old man and closes the gap between them. This makes her swiftly roll out of his way as her wound slowly heals.

Thinking fast, the Knight Hero looks down and the Wizard stands up and gets his scepter as the magic circle lights up and the two disappear. “Uh oh…”

Blasting through a portal, the endless screams of the dead and the sounds of a machine like thud overpowers the man as he is transported into a place where there is no light except himself. The ground below him was nothing but darkness, with an inch of crystal clear water. He looks around and notices the silhouette of a Dragon whose legs were the size of a mountain.

The air began to rumble as a deep monstrous voice invaded his eardrums. “Ah, you are smart. You know you cannot kill my mortal form, so you come to the source of it all. You got ahead of the curve before I could tire you out properly and send you to an empty plane. Truly, you are a strong one for a Human.” the Knight then replies with his usual low and tired voice. “Why would you go through all this effort? You could’ve just forcibly teleported me to the Abyss and used your unimaginable power to tire me out on Earth.” as he starts running, at the speeds of a sports car, the disembodied voice talks.

“After all the damage you’ve done to Earth and its Laws by bringing your magic into it. You think I will make it worse by bringing my prehistory magic and Godly form into it?” the Abyss shakes as he gets nearer to the head. “Earth will need to heal, and I will do that by tapping into the tunnel you’ve made and a bit of help from an old nemesis.” hearing this changed his expression. His eyes widen and his eyebrows curving upward. “Wha-what?! Antrea has already been through enough! I just need a bit of Earth’s essence to heal half of it!”

“Ah, because the Demon King of your world had killed your God, correct? Breaking the Laws of your world and half of it destroyed permanently. You had to become stronger than a God that could make a world to defeat the Demon that presides in Antrea and your party becoming akin to Demigods.” he then starts making an extremely wide turn as her head turns to look at him. Her golden eyes acting like headlights on a high beam in a dark forest road.

“You have no love for Earth, so you thought you could just destroy its perfectly balanced biosphere. But you forgot one thing.” appearing in between her eyes was the Dragon’s Human form floating with her arms spread out. “There are those who love Earth, and my Master is one of those and as his half, his wings of redemption, I shall defend it to my last breath. What is his home is my home… and I’ve already lost it once. I won’t lose it again.” He then stops right before the mountain sized Dragon head with wings that could easily take up a huge portion of a small country.

Her Human form then suddenly begins to twitch violently. “There is a reason why I avoid shaping my other form into that of a God.” The limbs break off, exposing the bones underneath as blood spills onto her snout as her floating Human self begins to change into a creature beyond comprehension. “I keep myself in the image of Man, the ideal woman, one I adjusted to my Master’s tastes.” it then horrifically shapeshifts into a mound of flesh and Dragon scales.

With eight brutal wings, four horns and a skull with a misshapen face, a halo of red lighting appears on top of it as its fleshy exterior exposes the tendons and muscle. Her once attractive and alluring Human form was beyond recognizable as it becomes a creature that’s not Human, Dragon, nor even something that is created on a world. But a being that came from the cosmos, devoid of any familiarity to what is at least an idea on Earth.

The Knight Hero’s expression didn’t change, his eyes only steeled at the sight before him. The Godly creature, the avatar of the Dragon of the Void has come to reap with its real body watching.

“Push that Human soul of yours, Knight! Let me witness the radiant flare of Humanity’s fiery passion in the midst of horrors beyond your finite brain could muster!”

Red lightning then comes out of its back as the head of the Black Dragon retreats into the darkness with only its two bright eyes that seems like two golden moons had walked up to him and looked directly at the Human’s inner being. Intently watching its Avatar conjure the crimson thunder like tendrils of an all encompassing creature.

It began to shoot off sparks and concentrated beams. The Knight Hero, having to make his inverted triangle shaped shield appear as it constantly takes blow after blow. Each strike was enough to push him multiple meters back. Having time to think, the man then lifts his sword and it shines into an iridescent color as he pushes it into the oncoming lightning.

The beam gets refracted onto the colorless floor of the Abyss, making it shake at the insane amount of power that’s being redirected into it. The sparks were so bright it was enough to light up sections of the Void, exposing the endless emptiness that eats upon all those that walk into the land between, above, below, the living and the dead.

With all his might, gripping his teeth and clenching his shield and sword, the Knight pushes forward even against the Divine attacks of the Avatar of Bahamut which reacted with a radioactive flare of the Sun itself. This turned the Heroes’ plate armor into a bright reddish to orange color. Forcing him to wear his helmet as even it began to smoke from the heat and the red lightning now inflicting damage to the divine metal of his ensemble.

It started to create dents that’s the size of a golf ball all over his shield and the pauldrons of the man. The Avatar then starts to lift up, higher and higher till it was fifty meters above him. The eight wings then shone a crimson color as it joins its hands together and a laser that’s the size of a megamall comes out of it. Shooting it off like a cannon right into the Knight who was already boiling.

He looks at it directly and quickly conjures a thousand layer magic barrier of varying strength. The beam goes through the first few hundreds still losing steam and completely leaving the Knight unharmed by the horrific attack. The Avatar then floats to his flank and points its finger at him, the magic barrier being shattered one by one by one.

Responding, he points his sword back and not only does it refract the invisible power being shot off, it also redirects it completely at the enemy user. This chips away at some of the edges of its eight wings, making it stop as it changes its direction. Now completely above the Knight who began to fly upwards. “This isn’t a place for a Hero, Knight. You won’t kill me, you will die here and I will eat your soul and use it to destroy the planet you gave so much to save.” he doesn’t reply, his eyes only forward as his armor starts steaming.

“You shall have no place to call Home as you inflicted this to billions of souls that now wanders this abyss hopelessly and not seen by anyone but me.” The Avatar then dodges his blade as he stops midair, reaiming the tip at its neck. “You are no different from the Evil Gods I’ve fought. The only thing that’s special about you is how harder you are to kill than the rest.” He then puts all his might into the next thrust.

The visage of the flesh and bones before him with the red lightning halo and golden wings spun around as the Abyss itself turned on its side. Making him slip and fall. Silence was what came after, not a single thing was moving nor making a sound as the Abyss then moved to the ceiling. The body of the giant Dragon is still peacefully sitting down.

Looking down, with the Avatar’s bloodshot eyes, it merely puts its fleshy hand up to meet the blade as its blood red eyes stare at him coming at her at breakneck speed. Midway, the Knight Hero was going fast enough to even outrun the latest fighter jets of the era and on its disfigured face was some sort of a smirk making him redirect his attack, completely missing it.

Landing on the Abyss that’s now once again oriented to the bottom, he stops and turns to the floating creature as the black floor of the endless plane is below him again. “Wait… This isn’t right… Why did the Abyss shift like that?” he looked at the darkness and the body of Bahamut disappeared.

“Tsk. Don’t think I will be defeated like this. I still know what life has a heart hidden deep somewhere." He then flies once again, this time meeting the hand of the Avatar with his blade now shining so bright it gave light to the darkness of the Abyss. But upon the tip of his blade touching the body of this creature in a disgusting and deformed Human form, making it explode into a sparkle of golden dust, his gauntlet punches through the body of the Avatar and grabs the beating heart inside.

Rather than pulling it out, he closes his eyes and sees the strings that it's attached to and the biggest one leading outside of the Abyss. “No wonder you can’t be killed. But I will give you that concept once again, Bahamut.” opening his eyes, he was transported into a white world. His body floating in place as the rhythm of a beating heart could be heard in every space of the place.

Turning around, he sees the Dragon God’s heart. Floating in a realm within its own, in a space that’s nowhere and everywhere. Its red color was coated with blackfire that burns so bright that its outline was enough to distort reality itself.

Floating towards it, he touches the blackfire and his eyes light up a golden hue. “The fire that burns within a Dragons soul. So this is how much you believe in yourself and…” the heart’s flesh then extends outwards into his hand, coating it completely. “Humanity…?” his eyes then start to panic as he is overcome with thousands of unknown emotions.

Controlling his breath, he drowns out all of the unnecessary feelings and ends with her fiery passion to conquer and battle. The images of mighty Dragons rising above the challenges of the Gods to a faint image of a Human. A tough looking man who wears a black suit and cooks her meat in the forest as she rides around on his shoulder. His warmth filled her with a desire to protect and nurture for the first time in her entire life. “Earth’s Humanity?” violently pulling his arm out, a proper Human version of Bahamut appears behind him.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? The red of my heart is my innate desire to rebel against the forces of nature, to devour and control it as is a Dragon’s duty.” He turns around, now without his sword, he is left with his other weapon, a golden Spear that’s the shape of a zigzagging star. “And my black scales, the armor and the strength I hold to stand against everything, even with the likes of yourself. The sad and ironic pinnacle of Mankind. From all your love and passion, you ended up in a place only one Human had been in." She then opens her hand and reveals to him a black sword made of blackish obsidian before history. “Darkath.”

Then another sword on her other hand, a claymore of an iridescent and translucent color. “Core”. Dual wielding the two weapons, she crosses it into an X. “Even after all my time with Humanity, I never expected your kind to be stupid enough to waltz into the heart of a Dragon God. Truly, your kind knows no boundaries.” She then turns back into her disfigured form, the magnificent swords were in complete opposite of her body, as if her fleshy and skinless hands touching it were to deface the swords made before the time of recorded history.

The Knight Hero then proceeds to stab her heart with the Spear, and coming out of it, was a bright golden soul.

This made her change her stance, leaning forward and her swords ready. “And we aren’t one from playing dirty. I’ve killed many people on Earth. This man you love so much, he wasn’t any different from the people I’d slice and kill." He holds the golden soul upon his palm, as if ready to crush it. “Reverse what you are doing, and I will make sure this soul you love so much won’t get destroyed.”

“To use the Soul Bond birthed from the companionship between a Dragon and those it loves. Hm. You are good, truly good.” a projection then opens right next to her, that of the world he came from. Antrea, though half of it is an untamed wasteland where no grass may grow, the otherside was a prosperous world, where Kingdoms thrived and little wars were happening. “But from all the powers you have, you will never save this world. Its death is written, and taking from Earth will only accelerate its death through me.”

The projection then changes as a tunnel emerges from the cosmos and connects to the planet. It starts sucking the rest of it, destroying the planet whole. “I won’t deal with this charade, Human.” flicking her finger, the soul disappears and a gun is clocked.

The clacks of high heels then made him look forward to seeing Bahamut in her usual ensemble. “Master, sorry for waking you up.” The barrel of a revolver was then rammed to the side of his helmet. “Explain it later to me, Bahamut. Right now, who the fuck is this dude?!”

He turns his head to meet the Human General. Not even saying a word, he swings his Spear at the man and it just phases through his body. “H-HUH?! THE HECK DID YOU DO BAHAMUT?!” The Dragon just giggles as she closes the distance but the Knight Hero sees this and ignores the confused man and spun his spear to her direction.

Directly hitting her, she is thrown a few meters back as Jackson shot his revolver. The bullet shattering upon contact even at point blank. “E-Eh…? Oh shit!” He performs a dodgeroll and starts jogging for his life as the Knight ignores him and goes for the Dragon who replies with her swords out and the two clashing in the white empty space. “Ah-ah-ah… what to do, what to do.” looking around, there was nothing to see but a white color.

Looking down at himself, all he had was his Eldwood General uniform and his revolvers as he then turned around to the two fighting. Their speed was incalculable. In his naked eyes, all he could notice was the sparks and the colorful explosions and blasts of magic as the heart kept beating at its own pace.

She was then once again sent back as the Knight Hero conjured a divine killing light which explosion was enough to force her to retreat and stop right next to Jackson who had stood up and aimed his gun at the armored man.

“The hell?”

“He’s powerful, Master. But with you here, I can win.”

“Uhhhh.. What do you want me to do?”

“Keep shooting! I am planning something.”

She once again charges forward, the Knight Hero just sighing as he swung his Spear. Cleaning its tip of residue.

Trails of guns started to appear behind the path the Dragon was taking. Jackson’s eyes squinted. Unable to believe what was happening as two trails of guns followed her shoes. It ranged from pistols to assault rifles and rocket launchers poking out of the pure white floor. “Just what is she doing now?” He then pulls the hammer back on his revolver and starts running towards the Hero.

The young man quickly reacted as Bahamut’s swords stabbed at two places and below them as she was stopped, the guns were poking out of the white floor in innumerable numbers. The Knight Hero merely ignored this as he starts looking for the strings of the heart. It led to so many places he had to observe each one while battling the Dragon’s avatar.

A powerful shot then rang and the Knight used the blunt end of the spear to intercept the bullet while using the tip to try to stab Bahamut. He was so quick he could juggle fighting the two.

Below Jackson, he started to feel water was filling the place. The more he walked around, the higher the water got.

It went so high it started to spill into his black socks and coming out of it, was a skeleton in army fatigues and full combat kit. His eyes just widened. Turning around, all manners of weaponry that mankind had made from the First World War to the Modern Era was appearing.

The Knight Hero then began to send concentrated violet arrows of fire at the assembling army whilst he kept fighting the Dragon. Landing on some tanks, it quickly sank into the white floor drenched in water and new ones appeared in its place.

Jackson’s outfit also changed, he was now in his full Eldwood Dark Knight Set and with its buffs all affecting him. He was now able to see bits and pieces of the battle between the two, though there were still many occasions where he couldn't see them except at certain moments of slowness where he’d see a perfect view of them.

Bahamut’s face was ecstatic, as if this was something she’s been missing for centuries and the deadpan expression on the Knight Hero was more so disturbing to him. As he’d be in absolute panic if he was ever to fight Bahamut in her current form. But with this, he opened his palm and he was able to use Bahamut’s Dragonbolt.

Looking up, he nods and runs towards the fight of the two as the white empty space becomes more and more filled with weapons. He had to zigzag from the huge amount of equipment that was being created and the skeleton soldiers standing in complete silence. Not moving nor interacting with anything.

Reaching the area beneath them were lasers and concentrated fire of magic was being rained down on, he squinted his eyes and held his breath.

The Knight Hero had his job cut out for him as Bahamut’s speed with her two swords was a bit faster than him. Forcing him to mostly keep at a defensive and in a moment of preparation in attacking her microbial moment of weakness, a red lightning was shot at him. Coloured red and black, it flung off his plate armor but it didn’t fly away, instead it coated him.

“Nice Master!” with this, she puts her two hands together, the two blades touching one another as she thrusts it right into his chest. It penetrates, but not enough to reach the Knight Hero’s body.

She then turns around and kicks him high into the sky where the assembled army fires all its gone at the Knight Hero. From ICBMs to Cruise Missiles, Tank cannons and Airburst artillery shells alongside the countless autocannons pointed upward, the white space became a fireworks show.

With the Black Knight, she dematerializes her swords as the Lamp of Kur appears. This made Jackson back off a few feet from her as it emanated a scary and deathly aura. He could hear the screams of creatures no human should ever see and the Dragon swung it forward.

The entire space rumbled as a maw opened underneath where the Knight Hero was being engaged. Unable to act as he was attacked on all sides, though none of it was enough to kill him. The insane amount of explosions was distracting and kept him from flying away or doing anything.

A sound of a whistling person came out of the portal as a blackish tentacle grabbed the Knight Hero. He tried to pry himself from it, his sword being enough to cut through the oily rubbery skin but it was far too late as ten more tentacles came out and wrapped all around him.

Peeking through the maw was a smooth cylindrical head. It had no eyes, mouth nor ears as its whistling got faster and the golden divinity of the Knight Hero was sucked out of him.

Not giving up still, he extends the length of his sword with magic and completely tears apart the tentacles and looking to where Bahamut was, she had gotten up close to him.

With the hole she made on his plate armor and his divinity sucked, the Dragon puts her hand into it. “Primate Murder.” with the utterance of the words, the Knight Hero bled for the first time ever. With an endless gushing of blood coming out of his mouth and nose as he coughed out parts of his guts.

There was no healing nor self repair. The Primordial Spell completely destroyed every fiber of life he had in him.

“I welcome you to my realm, Human. You fought well.” as his eyes closed. He is transported into the Abyss once again, bleeding out and his armor all broken and destroyed. Bahamut’s voice has changed from its motherly tone to that of a monster. “You Humans, feeble, useless, and mortal.” She then showed him the world gone awry. Earth in shambles as billions died in vain, she had no emotion to all of it. Merely swaying it away. “I do not know why your kind can be so… destructive, so… innately born for chaos as you sow it with your vainful customs.”

As she showed the visages of soldiers from all religions praying before fighting against his forces and the battle afterwards where these men, fueled by pure religious zealotry threw themselves into the frey without care. The Goddess merely flicked her finger as it stopped.

“The concepts you’ve birthed, that of right and wrong. I do not know what they are. Nor do such things exist for us Dragons who have become Gods.” With his hand holding his gut, he looks up to see no longer the Avatar of Bahamut. But the giant Dragon itself in its form right before him. “And your meaning to life, something trivial and abrupt. So short that it's a mere passing thought to me.”

The giant Dragon then began to stand up, the Abyss itself shaking as it looked down on the tiny Knight Hero who had gotten to his knees. His arms are wide open as his helmet dematerialized and he was posed as if he was up on a crucifix. “I do not care if I destroy your planet. All the lives there are meaningless to me just as those of Earth. The lives you live, a hard and useless dream of creatures bound to death by its short life.”

Slowly, planet Earth began to revert back. To a time before the Knight Hero’s rebellion began as Antrea had disasters come to it. Typhoons, Great Earthquakes, and Incurable Diseases. “I thank those Demon Gods that came and killed the Goddess that gave you such power. You might have avenged her, but you came to the wrong enemy. I am Bahamut, the Dragon God of the Void and I know of No Defeat.” as the overwhelming weight of the God before him crushes him.

All he had was a smile on his face as the Dragon's mouth opened and ate him whole.

Earth was then restored, the laws of physics balanced and everyone back to a time before billions died in vain and Bahamut merely rests her head back down on the Abyss.

Her Human form once again appears as her real self sleeps once again on the dark plane where nothing else exists except the wandering soul and a ball of anger. Going back down to the mortal realm, the Dragon crawls through the Human race in the dark. Seeping through all of the damned souls, forever to be forgotten by the timeless churn of life. She finds her place once again, inside a solitary Church somewhere in Siberia.

Breathing in, the Dragon relaxes. “Hm. All is fixed.” as two kids ran into the dilapidated Church, devoid of a roof nor windows. They stop at the center aisle. As if they noticed something. “Misha! Masha! Come! Don’t go in there! It’s dangerous!”

The little kid then turned around but not before looking back at the Church. At one of the pews, a lone Lycoris flower was left behind. The sparkling dust particles made it seem as if it was more radiant than it usually was but the child merely left it be as it ran back to its mother’s embrace.