chapter 3

Kaelen stood in the heart of the desolation, staring at the ruins left by his Demonic Death Bomb. Trees had been uprooted, the ground itself torn apart, leaving a vast, empty crater where life had once thrived. He still felt powerful, yes, But he felt his energy slowly fading. Where did that power come from? he wondered, still in awe at the devastation he had caused.

Before he could dwell on the thought, movement in the distance caught his eye. A group of Holy Protectors—ten soldiers and one captain—were marching toward him, their bright armor glinting in the remaining moonlight. Kaelen clenched his fists. They must have felt the force of my attack, he thought.

The captain approached, his eyes narrowing. "Halt!" he barked. "Boy, do you know what happened here?" His voice was cold, authoritative.

Kaelen raised his head, meeting the captain’s gaze without a hint of fear. "What does it matter to you?" he replied, his voice calm but cold. He had no reason to explain himself to them.

The captain chuckled darkly. "Oh, so the little kid thinks he’s better than us, does he?" His tone turned malicious. "Attack, soldiers!"

The Holy Soldiers hesitated. One of them, a younger man with a troubled look, spoke up softly. "Uhm... Captain, he’s just a kid."

"Silence!" the captain snapped. His eyes gleamed with fury. "Do you want to die, soldier?"

"N-No, sir."

"Then get him!" the captain roared.

Reluctantly, the soldiers moved forward, their expressions uneasy. One of them whispered, "Sorry, kid."

Kaelen's lips curled into a small smirk. He spoke loud enough for all to hear: "I didn’t have any reason to kill you... but now that you’ve attacked me, be ready to die." His voice was calm, but it sent an icy shiver down the spines of the soldiers.

"You brat!" the captain shouted, enraged. "You think you’re so much better than us? I was going to give you a painless death, but now I’ll tear you limb from limb before you die!"

The Holy Captain raised his hand, and his soldiers followed suit, readying for a coordinated attack. "Behold the power of our great god, Leon! Soldiers! We will use our final move!"

One of the soldiers, trembling, spoke up again, "But sir... it’s only for emergencies—"

"Silence!" the captain snapped. "Begin!"

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The soldiers reluctantly obeyed, their voices rising in unison as they chanted the sacred incantation:

"By the light of the eternal heavens, we call upon the divine fury of our god. Let the flames of righteousness burn bright, and the spear of celestial justice descend! Smite the wicked, purge the darkness, and let the judgment of the holy fall upon this tainted land!"

As the last words echoed through the forest, a massive spear of light began to form in the sky above them, glowing brighter and brighter until the entire forest was bathed in a blinding light. The sheer force of the holy magic made Kaelen shudder. He could feel its power, its intensity. He felt his body tremble.

Wait... is this fear? he wondered. No... it’s something else... His lips twisted into a grin. It’s excitement.

Finally! he thought. Finally, I can go all out. Those monsters couldn’t even scratch me.

The spear of light grew brighter, nearly blinding him. But Kaelen’s thoughts raced—he wasn’t afraid. In his mind, the moment his Demonic Death Bomb had been unleashed, he had already started thinking of something more. Something stronger. Something unstoppable.

"By the hatred in my soul and the despair that consumes all, I summon the chaos of the abyss! Unleash the storm of death, and let all who stand before me be erased from existence! Become nothing in the eternal void—Berserk storm!"

As he chanted, Kaelen felt the energy drain from his body, fueling the storm of darkness that began to form in his hands. The vortex swirled violently, a mass of black and purple energy, tearing at the very air around him. It absorbed the light, casting long shadows as it grew larger and larger, devouring the ground, the trees, the very essence of the forest.

The ground shook violently beneath the storm’s might. Trees were ripped from the earth, the wind howled like a beast, and the Holy Soldiers staggered back, struggling to stay on their feet. Some of them were already being pulled toward the storm, their bodies breaking apart as they were absorbed by the dark energy.

The Spear of Judgement, glowing brighter than ever, finally reached its peak. The captain, barely standing, screamed with what little strength he had left. "Spear of Judgement!"

The sky erupted in light as the spear of holy energy shot downward, a radiant pillar descending from the heavens like a divine hammer. The soldiers watched in awe, believing that victory was at hand. The spear pierced through the sky, heading directly for the heart of the Demonic Death Storm.

For a moment, the storm and the spear collided, light and darkness battling for dominance. The air crackled with energy, and the soldiers dared to hope.

But then... the storm devoured the spear.

The radiant light of the spear was swallowed whole, pulled into the vortex of dark energy, and the storm only grew larger, more menacing. The last of the soldiers’ hope faded into nothingness.

Kaelen’s laughter rang out through the clearing, cold and mocking. "Is that all you’ve got?" he taunted. "I thought I needed this move... but I could have defeated you easily without it."

The Holy Protectors trembled, their hearts consumed by fear. One by one, they collapsed, either from exhaustion or terror. And as the storm expanded, it absorbed everything—the trees, the soldiers, the very land itself—leaving nothing behind but darkness and destruction.

From a distance, hidden in the shadows, a figure watched. A low, sinister whisper escaped his lips. "Demonic magic, huh... This boy might be useful."