The celebration at Alaric’s house was in full swing, a rare moment of joy that seemed to sweep away the weight of recent battles. Laughter and camaraderie filled the room as Alaric, Sylvia, and the others toasted to Hakan’s victory and the announcement of his Titanic status. Even amidst the festivity, Alaric’s pride was unmistakable, his heart swelling with joy at seeing his friend rise to greatness.

But the night took a sudden turn when a sharp knock echoed through the door. Alaric stood, exchanging a curious glance with Sylvia before moving to answer it. The door creaked open, revealing none other than Shiro Tanaka, the imposing head of the Hero Accord in Japan. Standing at his side were Kaito Nakamura and Yumi Takahashi, two of the evaluators who had witnessed Hakan’s extraordinary feats. Their presence instantly shifted the mood of the room from jovial to solemn.

“Chief Tanaka,” Alaric greeted, bowing slightly out of respect. “To what do we owe this honor?”

Tanaka’s stoic expression softened slightly as he stepped inside, his sharp eyes taking in the gathered faces. “Forgive the intrusion,” he said, his voice deep and measured. “We come bearing important matters to discuss regarding Hakan and the future of this city.”

The mention of Hakan’s name drew everyone’s attention. Sylvia gestured for the guests to sit, and soon they were all gathered in the living room, the air thick with anticipation.

Tanaka turned to Alaric first, his gaze unwavering. “You are Alaric, correct? A close friend of Hakan?”

Alaric nodded. “That’s right. He’s like a brother to me.”

A small smile tugged at Tanaka’s lips. “It’s evident from how you speak of him. Your loyalty is admirable.” He then shifted his focus to the group as a whole, his tone becoming more formal. “I am here because Hakan has been given an incredible responsibility—a weight not easily borne. As a six-star hero, he now has the right to establish his own guild. This is a vital role, one that requires him to oversee not just his team but also the safety and prosperity of Shizumi itself.”

Murmurs rippled through the room, but Tanaka raised a hand to silence them. “A guild is more than a collection of heroes. It is the backbone of a city’s defense, its guiding light in times of crisis. To create a guild is to commit oneself to the people, to their lives, their futures. It’s a duty that requires strength, strategy, and leadership. Hakan has proven he possesses these qualities. But even he cannot shoulder this alone.”

Tanaka’s gaze returned to Alaric, a spark of intrigue in his eyes. “Which brings me to my next point. A guild master requires a second-in-command—a vice guild master—who can stand beside them, offering support and guidance.”

The room fell silent. The gravity of Tanaka’s words weighed heavily on everyone present. Alaric clenched his fists, his mind racing. He looked at Tanaka, then at Sylvia, and finally back at the chief.

“I’ll do it,” Alaric said suddenly, his voice firm and resolute. “I’ll be Hakan’s second-in-command.”

All eyes turned to Alaric. His declaration hung in the air, a bold statement of loyalty and trust.

Tanaka arched a brow, intrigued. “And why do you believe you’re suited for this role?”

Alaric stood tall, his voice steady but brimming with emotion. “Because I know Hakan better than anyone. I’ve seen him rise from nothing, face challenges that would break most men, and come out stronger. He’s not just a friend to me—he’s my brother. I would give my life for him without hesitation.”

His gaze flickered to Sylvia and the others before returning to Tanaka. “I’ve fought beside him, bled beside him. If he’s building something as important as a guild, he’ll need someone he can trust completely. That someone is me.”

The room was silent for a moment, then Tanaka’s lips curved into a rare smile. “Loyalty is a precious commodity, Alaric. It seems Hakan is fortunate to have it in abundance.”

Hakan, who had remained quiet until now, finally spoke. His voice was calm but carried a depth of emotion. “Alaric,” he said, stepping forward. “You’ve always been there for me. Through everything. If there’s anyone I’d want by my side, it’s you.”

Alaric’s heart swelled at the words, and for a brief moment, his stoic demeanor faltered. “Then it’s settled,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll stand by you, Hakan, no matter what.”

The two men clasped forearms, a bond stronger than words passing between them. The room erupted into applause and cheers, the joy of the moment filling every corner.

Tanaka watched the scene with quiet admiration. In his heart, he knew that this was the beginning of something extraordinary. The bond between Hakan and Alaric was unshakable, a foundation upon which a great guild could be built.

As the celebration continued, Tanaka leaned toward Kaito and Yumi, his voice low. “This city has found its protectors. Together, they’ll shape a future we can only begin to imagine.”

And as Hakan and Alaric exchanged smiles, their paths as the leaders of the Black Dragons began to take shape, their destinies intertwined by loyalty, strength, and the unyielding drive to protect what mattered most.

The celebration continued in Alaric’s home, the air lightened by camaraderie and the unspoken promise of a new chapter. Laughter echoed through the walls as Hakan and Alaric exchanged jests, teasing each other about their past adventures.

“You know,” Alaric said, leaning back in his chair, “if I’m going to be your second-in-command, I should probably get a cool nickname. Something like ‘The Thunderstrike’ or ‘Fist of the Dragons.’”

Hakan chuckled, shaking his head. “How about we start with you surviving your first day as vice guild master before you start branding yourself?”

The room burst into laughter, and even Tanaka, typically stoic, allowed himself a quiet smile.

As the laughter subsided, Sylvia, seated beside Torren, leaned forward, her expression both earnest and playful. “Hakan,” she said, “I’ve seen what you’re capable of. And I know your heart. If there’s anyone who can lead a guild like this, it’s you.”

Torren nodded in agreement. “We’ve fought alongside you, Hakan. We’ve seen you at your best and your worst. If you’ll have us, we’d like to join your guild too.”

Hakan paused, looking at the two of them. Sylvia, with her sharp wit and ability to see through any illusion, had been a steadfast ally. Torren, with his unyielding courage and quick thinking, had saved their lives more than once. He couldn’t deny their value—or their loyalty.

“You two…” Hakan began, his tone softening as he looked at them. “You’ve stood by me through everything. I’d be honored to have you by my side in this guild. Are you sure you want to continue this path, though? Being a hero—it’s not easy. And it takes more than strength to endure.”

Sylvia smiled knowingly. “We’re sure. This is where we belong, and we trust you to lead us.”

Torren added, “Besides, someone has to keep Alaric in check.”

Alaric grinned, throwing a mock glare at Torren. “Big talk for someone who still owes me a sparring rematch.”

Hakan laughed, the warmth of his friends’ support filling him with renewed determination. He turned to the others in the room—those who had fought with them, shared their struggles. “What about the rest of you? Anyone else want to join this madness?”

The group exchanged looks, but after a moment, one of them spoke. “We’ve had enough of the hero business, Hakan. You’ve got this. We’ll support you from the sidelines, but it’s time for us to step back.”

Hakan nodded, understanding. “Thank you. For everything.”

Tanaka, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the room. “Hakan, you’ve gathered your team. Four people—yourself, Alaric, Sylvia, and Torren. A strong foundation. But now comes the question I’ve been waiting to ask.”

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the chief.

“What will you call your guild?” Tanaka asked, his gaze steady.

Hakan looked around the room, his friends watching him with anticipation. He closed his eyes briefly, thinking of everything they’d been through, the battles they’d fought, the bonds they’d forged. The answer came to him as naturally as breathing.

“The Black Dragons,” Hakan said firmly, opening his eyes.

The name carried weight, a sense of power and resilience. It was a tribute to their shared strength, their unyielding spirit in the face of adversity.

Tanaka nodded slowly, his expression approving. “The Black Dragons. A name that commands respect. Fitting for a guild led by a Titanic hero.”

Alaric clapped Hakan on the back, grinning. “Well, there you have it. The Black Dragons. Sounds like trouble already.”

Sylvia smirked. “Trouble for anyone who dares challenge us.”

Torren crossed his arms, his grin matching Alaric’s. “I like it. Feels right.”

Tanaka rose to his feet, his presence commanding. “Hakan, Alaric, Sylvia, Torren—you are the Black Dragons. From this day forward, your guild will be responsible for protecting Shizumi and its people. You carry the weight of this city’s future on your shoulders.”

Hakan stood, his gaze unwavering as he faced Tanaka. “We won’t let you down.”

Tanaka extended a hand, which Hakan clasped firmly. “I don’t doubt it. Lead well, Hakan.”

As the chief and his officers departed, the newly-formed Black Dragons exchanged determined looks. Their journey was just beginning, but they knew one thing for certain: together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead—and they would prevail.

As the mood in the room shifted to a more formal tone, Shiro Tanaka, still seated with his officers, cleared his throat to command attention. “Hakan,” he began, his voice measured, “before we take our leave, there’s another matter we need to address—one of significant importance.”

The room grew silent again, everyone’s eyes turning to the chief.

Tanaka continued, “You’re aware of the laws surrounding tower breaks, correct? Particularly regarding the distribution of rewards?”

Hakan furrowed his brow slightly but nodded. “I’m aware that the guild or individual responsible for clearing a tower receives a share of the treasures and valuables found within it.”

“That’s correct,” Tanaka affirmed. “By law, 70% of all loot recovered from a tower falls to the guild or hero who clears it. The remaining 30% goes to the Hero Accord for administrative purposes and redistribution among other hero initiatives.”

Hakan listened intently, though he hadn’t yet considered the full implications of his actions in the tower.

Tanaka leaned forward slightly. “Hakan, the tower you cleared was not only unprecedented in its threat but also in the sheer value of what it contained. After the Accord conducted its assessment of the loot recovered from the tower break, your share was calculated. It amounts to a staggering 2 billion yen.”

The room erupted in gasps, and even Hakan, who had faced down countless dangers with unflinching resolve, couldn’t hide his surprise. “Two billion?” he repeated, his voice low but incredulous.

Yumi Takahashi, one of the officers, chimed in. “That’s only your 70% share, Hakan. The remaining 30% alone was enough to fund multiple Hero Accord projects for the next five years.”

Kaito Nakamura chuckled, his tone lightening. “You didn’t just break records in the tower, Hakan—you broke the bank.”

Alaric leaned back, letting out a low whistle. “Two billion yen… I knew clearing that tower would be big, but this? This is on another level.”

Sylvia smirked, crossing her arms. “You’re officially the richest man in Shizumi now, Hakan. Don’t forget us little people when you’re buying your private island.”

Hakan shook his head, a faint smile on his lips despite the weight of the revelation. “This isn’t just about me,” he said firmly. “This money isn’t just for personal gain—it’s for the guild. For the Black Dragons. If we’re going to protect this city, we’ll need resources, infrastructure, and a strong foundation.”

Tanaka nodded approvingly, his respect for Hakan deepening. “Wise words, Hakan. Many would be blinded by the wealth, but you’re already thinking like a leader. That money will go a long way in establishing the Black Dragons as a force to be reckoned with.”

Torren, ever the pragmatic one, added, “We’ll also need to ensure transparency and proper management of those funds. The people will look to us not just for protection but for integrity.”

Hakan gave a small nod of agreement, his mind already working through the logistics. “We’ll do this the right way. Every yen will be accounted for.”

Tanaka leaned back, his expression one of satisfaction. “Then it seems you have everything you need to begin. With the resources from the tower and the strength of your guild, the Black Dragons are poised to make a lasting impact.”

As the gravity of the situation sank in, Hakan’s resolve hardened. He wasn’t just building a guild—he was building a legacy. And with the support of his friends and allies, he was determined to succeed.

Tanaka rose to his feet, his officers following suit. “It’s been a pleasure meeting with you, Hakan. I look forward to seeing how the Black Dragons will shape the future of Shizumi. If you ever need the Accord’s support, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Hakan stood as well, extending a hand. “Thank you, Chief Tanaka. We won’t let you down.”

As they shook hands, the bond of trust between the Hero Accord and the Black Dragons was cemented, paving the way for a new era of heroism in Shizumi.

As Shiro Tanaka and the two officials prepared to leave, they turned to Hakan, now addressing him with a newfound respect. "From now on, we will address you as Mr. Hakan," Tanaka said formally, bowing slightly. "Your actions have earned not only our admiration but the honor of this title."

Hakan nodded, accepting the respect with humility. "Thank you for believing in me and supporting the Black Dragons. We’ll do our best to protect this city."

The officials gave their final bows and left, the door closing behind them with a sense of finality. As their footsteps faded into the distance, Hakan turned to Alaric, Sylvia, and Torren, gesturing for them to sit.

“We need to plan our next steps,” Hakan began, his tone now calm but focused. “The Black Dragons are more than a title. We’re a guild now, and that means we need to be organized.”

Torren leaned forward, his hands clasped. “First things first, we need a headquarters. Somewhere that people can find us and where we can manage operations. I know of a building downtown that’s offering a flat in an apartment complex. It’s not grand, but it’s a start, and it’s located in the heart of the city.”

Hakan nodded thoughtfully. “Good. Let’s secure it as soon as possible. We’ll need a space to operate efficiently.”

He turned to Alaric next. “Alaric, I need you to handle the guild’s finances. Start by opening a bank account in the name of the Black Dragons. We’ll pool our resources there, and any funds we earn from missions or treasure shares will be managed through it.”

Alaric gave a firm nod. “Consider it done. I’ll make sure everything is handled properly.”

Finally, Hakan looked at Sylvia. “We’ll also need members—people who share our vision and can help make this guild stronger. Sylvia, can I trust you to scout for potential recruits?”

Sylvia smirked, leaning back with a confident expression. “You know you can. I’ll find the best candidates for the Black Dragons. Leave it to me.”

With the necessary preparations decided, the group set to work over the following days. They secured the flat Torren had mentioned, transforming it into a modest yet functional guild headquarters. It wasn’t extravagant, but its central location in the heart of the city made it an ideal starting point.

Alaric worked tirelessly to establish the guild’s financial foundation, opening the Black Dragons’ first official bank account and ensuring everything was set for future operations. Sylvia, true to her word, ventured into the city, her sharp eyes scouting for skilled individuals who could join their ranks.

As the sun set on their first official day as a guild, Hakan stood in the center of their new headquarters, gazing out at the bustling city through the window. The Black Dragons were no longer just an idea—they were a reality.

“This is just the beginning,” he murmured to himself, determination burning in his eyes.

The Black Dragons had successfully recovered 70% of the staggering 2 billion credits, cementing their financial standing. With their headquarters set and the guild’s core members aligned, Sylvia set out to recruit skilled individuals who could strengthen their team.

Her search led her to a quiet part of the city, where she encountered a young woman practicing an unusual ability. Rina Takamura stood amidst a clearing, her hands glowing faintly as shimmering barriers formed and dissolved around her like glass under moonlight.

Sylvia approached with her characteristic confidence, hands in her pockets. “That’s quite the ability you’ve got there.”

Rina spun around, startled. “Who are you?”

“Relax. Name’s Sylvia. I’m part of a guild—Black Dragons. We’re looking for talented individuals like you to join us,” Sylvia said, gesturing toward the flickering barriers.

Rina hesitated. “Why would you want me? I don’t have experience as a hero… I’m just trying to figure out what to do with this power.”

Sylvia stepped closer, her expression softening. “Because I know someone who was in your shoes. Someone who didn’t see his worth at first but went on to save this city—Hakan, the leader of our guild.”

“Hakan?” Rina echoed, her eyes widening. “The one who cleared the tower?”

Sylvia nodded. “That’s right. I know him because I was there when he first arrived in this city. Back then, no one believed in him. They didn’t see what I saw—a man willing to do whatever it takes to protect others, even without powers. And when the time came, he stepped up and saved us all. That’s the kind of person leading this guild.”

Rina’s hesitation melted into curiosity. “He sounds… incredible.”

“He is,” Sylvia said with a smile. “And I think you’d be an incredible addition to our team. Your power is unique, and with the Black Dragons, you’ll have the chance to use it for something greater.”

After a moment of thought, Rina nodded. “Alright… I’ll join.”

Sylvia grinned. “Good choice. Let’s get you introduced to the team.”

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At the guild headquarters, Hakan, Alaric, and Torren were deep in discussion about the guild’s logo.

“I’m telling you, it needs to look bold,” Torren said, leaning over the table. “Something that strikes fear into enemies but inspires the people we protect.”

Hakan chuckled. “So, basically a dragon that looks terrifying and approachable at the same time?”

Alaric smirked. “We’ll figure it out. It’s just a logo—our actions will define what the Black Dragons mean to people.”

Their conversation paused when Sylvia entered with Rina in tow.

“Got someone I’d like you all to meet,” Sylvia announced.

Hakan stood, his eyes landing on the young woman. “And you are?”

Rina fidgeted slightly but spoke up. “I’m Rina Takamura. I… I have the ability to create barriers. Sylvia said I could be a good fit for the guild.”

Sylvia placed a hand on Rina’s shoulder, smiling. “I told her about you, Hakan. About how you saved the city and built this guild. She wanted to be part of something meaningful.”

Hakan’s expression softened, and he extended a hand. “Welcome to the Black Dragons, Rina. If Sylvia believes in you, that’s good enough for me. Let’s make this guild something we can all be proud of.”

Rina shook his hand, a shy but determined smile forming. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”

As they settled Rina into the fold, Sylvia took a seat with the others. “Now, about the next steps. We’ve got the funds, the headquarters, and now a new recruit. But we need living arrangements for everyone.”

Torren chimed in. “Alaric and I are fine where we are, but we should find places for you and Hakan. There are a few flats nearby that might work.”

Hakan nodded. “Good. Let’s finalize it soon. This is just the beginning, but I want everyone to feel settled and ready for what’s ahead.”

The group agreed, feeling the momentum building. With Rina’s addition and plans for living arrangements underway, the Black Dragons were on the verge of becoming a force that would leave an indelible mark on the city—and perhaps the world.

As the conversation turned back to the guild’s logo, Alaric leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“I’ve got an idea,” he began, his tone confident.

Hakan and the others turned to him, curious.

“Think about it,” Alaric said. “We’re the Black Dragons. Dragons are symbols of power and majesty, but we’re more than just brute strength. We’re protectors, guides, and a force to be reckoned with. What if we create a logo that combines those elements?”

He grabbed a sheet of paper and started sketching. Within moments, a rough design emerged: a black dragon encircling a rising sun, its wings forming a protective barrier around the light. The sun had jagged rays, symbolizing hope breaking through darkness, and the dragon’s eyes glowed faintly, exuding both wisdom and ferocity.

“This,” Alaric said, pointing to the sketch, “represents who we are. Guardians of the light in the face of darkness.”

Sylvia whistled. “Not bad, Alaric. Not bad at all.”

Torren nodded approvingly. “It’s bold, striking, and meaningful. I like it.”

Hakan studied the design, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s perfect. Let’s make it official. This will be the symbol of the Black Dragons.”

As the conversation turned back to the guild’s logo, Alaric leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“I’ve got an idea,” he began, his tone confident.

Hakan and the others turned to him, curious.

“Think about it,” Alaric said. “We’re the Black Dragons. Dragons are symbols of power and majesty, but we’re more than just brute strength. We’re protectors, guides, and a force to be reckoned with. What if we create a logo that combines those elements?”

He grabbed a sheet of paper and started sketching. Within moments, a rough design emerged: a black dragon encircling a rising sun, its wings forming a protective barrier around the light. The sun had jagged rays, symbolizing hope breaking through darkness, and the dragon’s eyes glowed faintly, exuding both wisdom and ferocity.

“This,” Alaric said, pointing to the sketch, “represents who we are. Guardians of the light in the face of darkness.”

Sylvia whistled. “Not bad, Alaric. Not bad at all.”

Torren nodded approvingly. “It’s bold, striking, and meaningful. I like it.”

Hakan studied the design, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s perfect. Let’s make it official. This will be the symbol of the Black Dragons.”

A week passed as the Black Dragons settled into their new roles. Their headquarters was abuzz with activity, from finalizing paperwork to furnishing the space with the essentials. Each member felt a growing sense of pride as they donned their newly designed badges bearing the dragon-and-sun emblem.

One evening, a convoy of government vehicles pulled up outside the headquarters. The air grew tense as several officials stepped out, their demeanor poised but respectful.

Hakan met them in the conference room, flanked by Alaric, Sylvia, and Torren. The officials, dressed in dark suits with the insignia of the national defense department, exchanged courteous bows before taking their seats.

The lead official, a middle-aged man with graying hair and sharp eyes, spoke first. “Mr. Hakan,” he began, addressing him with deference, “thank you for meeting us on such short notice.”

Hakan nodded. “How can the Black Dragons assist you?”

The official leaned forward, his expression grave. “As you’re aware, the city is surrounded by multiple towers. While your victory against the first tower brought us hope, the remaining towers pose a significant challenge. They’ve made land routes nearly impossible, cutting us off from neighboring cities. The only reliable connection we have is through air transport, but that is neither sustainable nor sufficient.”

Hakan listened intently, his gaze unwavering.

“We’re requesting that the Black Dragons take action against another tower,” the official continued. “You are the only guild overseeing this city, and your recent success proves that you’re capable of such a task.”

Sylvia glanced at Hakan, her expression thoughtful, while Alaric’s jaw tightened in anticipation.

Hakan finally spoke, his voice steady. “I understand the urgency, and you have my assurance that the Black Dragons will handle it. We’ll assemble our team and move out at first light.”

The officials exchanged relieved glances. “Thank you, Mr. Hakan. The city is counting on you.”

As the officials departed, the weight of the mission settled over the room.

Hakan turned to his team. “All right, everyone. This is our chance to prove what the Black Dragons stand for. I want everyone ready by dawn. We’re heading for the towers.”

Alaric crossed his arms, a determined glint in his eye. “I’ll make sure all our gear is prepared.”

Sylvia smirked. “And I’ll handle the tactical planning. We’re not going in blind.”

Torren cracked his knuckles. “Let’s show those towers what happens when they mess with the Black Dragons.”

Before Hakan could respond, the door to the room opened, revealing Rina Takamura. She carried herself with quiet confidence, her presence commanding attention. The young woman, who had recently joined the Black Dragons, was gifted with the ability to create powerful barriers—an ability that had already proven invaluable in their training exercises.

“I heard we’re heading out,” Rina said, her voice calm but firm. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, which she often used as a focus for her powers. “If we’re going into the towers, you’ll want someone who can shield the team. Count me in.”

Hakan gave her a warm nod. “Of course. Your barriers will be crucial. But this won’t be easy, Rina. Are you ready for what’s coming?”

Rina’s gaze was steady, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “I’ve been ready since the day I decided to fight back. The towers don’t scare me.”

Sylvia grinned. “That’s the spirit. With your barriers and my tactics, we’ll have an edge no matter what they throw at us.”

Alaric glanced at Rina. “Make sure those barriers of yours can hold under pressure. The towers aren’t playgrounds.”

Rina raised an eyebrow. “They’ll hold. You just focus on hitting hard enough to make it worth my effort.”

Torren let out a laugh, breaking the tension. “I like her. Tough and ready to throw down.”

Hakan nodded, the faintest smile playing on his lips. “Good. Everyone, rest up tonight. Tomorrow, we make our mark.”

As the team dispersed to prepare, Rina lingered in the room for a moment, walking up to Hakan.

“I just want you to know,” she said quietly, “that I’m here because I believe in what you’re doing. Not just the towers, but everything. You’re different, Hakan. You don’t treat us like tools or weapons. You treat us like people. That’s why I’m staying.”

Hakan looked at her, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, Rina. I won’t let you—or this city—down.”

With that, she gave a small nod and left to join the others.

As the night stretched on, the Black Dragons prepared themselves mentally and physically for the challenge ahead. The city, shrouded in the ominous silhouettes of the towers, awaited its defenders.

And when the morning sun rose, the Black Dragons would rise with it, ready to take on whatever lay ahead.

The morning sun painted the horizon in shades of gold and crimson as the Black Dragons stood at the city's edge, their eyes locked onto the looming towers that surrounded them like an unholy prison. Hakan exhaled slowly, gripping the twin blades of Eclipse Fang—the long, simple sword resting in his right hand, the shorter one in his left. This was it. The first step toward reclaiming the city.

They moved as one, swift and calculated, toward the first tower. The air grew heavier the closer they got, an unnatural stillness settling over them. The entrance was a massive iron gate, cracked open just enough to reveal the darkness beyond.

Then, a deep, guttural growl rumbled from inside.

Without warning, a horde of orcish brutes stormed out, their massive axes gleaming under the morning sun. Their eyes burned with primal rage as they charged.

Hakan reacted first.

His body became a blur as he dashed forward, Eclipse Fang slicing through the air. The first orc barely had time to react before the short sword in his left hand severed its tendons, forcing it to its knees. With a fluid motion, he twisted and brought the long blade down in a clean, merciless arc—ending its life before it could scream.

Another orc lunged at him from behind. Hakan pivoted, his smaller blade parrying the incoming strike while his long sword drove into the creature’s exposed side. He danced between his enemies, fighting alone, yet never faltering.

Torren and Alaric fought as a team, a storm of fire and force.

Torren’s hands ignited with searing flames as he unleashed a wave of fire, forcing several orcs back. Alaric took the opportunity, his hands glowing as he gathered kinetic energy. The moment an orc stumbled from the heat, Alaric released a charged punch—the sheer force sent the creature flying into the tower wall with a sickening crunch.

Another brute roared, swinging a massive hammer toward them. Alaric smirked, redirecting the impact at the last moment, sending the force back into the orc’s own weapon, shattering it in its hands. Torren followed up with a concentrated jet of fire, engulfing the creature in an instant.

On the other side of the battlefield, Sylvia and Rina worked in perfect harmony.

As several orcs closed in on them, Rina raised her hands, forming a nearly invisible barrier—the incoming axes bounced off harmlessly, confusing the enemies. That was their mistake.

Sylvia took a step forward, her eyes glowing faintly as she wove her illusion. Suddenly, multiple versions of herself appeared, each dashing between the orcs with eerie speed. The brutes roared in frustration, striking at phantoms while the real Sylvia moved unseen.

Rina reinforced her barrier, creating a dome of shimmering energy around them. “Sylvia, now!”

With a flick of her wrist, Sylvia’s illusions vanished—only to be replaced by horrifying figures. The orcs hesitated, their primitive minds overwhelmed by the monstrous visions now surrounding them.

That hesitation was fatal.

Sylvia whispered a single word, and in the next moment, the illusions vanished—revealing Rina, who had lowered the barrier just enough to let Torren’s flames rush in. The fire swallowed the remaining enemies, leaving nothing but charred remnants in its wake.

The battlefield fell silent.

Hakan stood amid the bodies, his blades dripping with darkened blood. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath. The others regrouped around him, their gazes shifting to the now unguarded entrance of the tower.

“We move,” Hakan said simply.

And without another word, the Black Dragons stepped into the darkness.

The air inside the tower was thick with the scent of blood and decay. Shadows clung to the stone walls like living things, shifting unnaturally in the dim torchlight. The deeper they ventured, the more the silence gnawed at them—a stillness that felt like the calm before a storm.

“We need a plan,” Alaric muttered, scanning the twisting corridors ahead. “Charging in worked for the entrance, but if this place is crawling with monsters, we need strategy.”

Torren cracked his knuckles. “Strategy? Burn everything that moves. Simple enough.”

Sylvia shot him a sharp look. “We don’t know what we’re up against. We should conserve energy.”

Hakan nodded, gripping Eclipse Fang tighter. “We move carefully. Rina, keep your barriers ready in case of an ambush. Sylvia, I’ll need your illusions to mislead enemies before they overwhelm us. Alaric, you and Torren take point—hit hard, hit fast.”

Rina smirked. “Sounds like a solid plan. Let’s hope whatever’s waiting ahead isn’t smarter than us.”

As if summoned by her words, a deep, guttural growl echoed from the darkness ahead.

Then the horde came.

The hallway trembled as a flood of monsters poured in—twisted, grotesque creatures with razor-sharp claws and glowing, predatory eyes. Some were hulking beasts covered in scales, while others moved on all fours, their elongated limbs stretching unnaturally as they sprinted toward the group.

“Here we go!” Torren roared, unleashing a wave of fire that engulfed the first wave of creatures, the flames licking hungrily at their grotesque bodies.

Alaric dashed forward, using the force of the fire to propel himself. He ducked under a swinging claw, twisted mid-air, and sent a kinetic-charged punch into a beast’s skull, shattering it like glass.

Hakan moved like a phantom, slipping between the monsters with Eclipse Fang flashing in deadly arcs. His twin blades cut through flesh and bone, his movements precise, efficient. No wasted energy, no unnecessary strikes. Just pure, lethal efficiency.

Rina raised her hands, summoning a translucent barrier just as a monstrous brute swung down at Sylvia. The blow slammed against the barrier, sending a rippling shockwave through the room, but the defense held.

Sylvia smirked. “Nice save.” She turned to the monsters and raised her hand—suddenly, the hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, the walls warping. The creatures hesitated, their movements faltering as her illusions took hold.

“They’re disoriented! Take them down!” Hakan commanded.

One by one, the monsters fell, but the deeper they pushed, the stronger the opposition became. More beasts emerged—stronger, faster, more relentless.

The battle felt endless, their stamina wearing thin. But the Black Dragons fought on.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the final chamber.

A massive, iron door loomed before them, adorned with strange, pulsing symbols that seemed to breathe in the dim light. The air inside was thick with an ominous energy—something ancient, something powerful.

Hakan took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Inside, a colossal figure sat upon a throne of bone and steel. His crimson eyes glowed like embers in the darkness, his armored form radiating a suffocating presence. His body was a fusion of muscle and monstrous features, a humanoid beast wrapped in jagged black armor. Massive, curved horns jutted from his skull, and in his hand, he wielded a war axe larger than a man.

As the Black Dragons stepped forward, his gaze slowly lifted to meet them.

Then, his voice thundered through the chamber, shaking the very walls.

“You dare try to enter my zone?”

His roar split the air, and with a single movement, he rose from his throne—towering over them like a god of war.

The final battle had begun.

Hakan took a step back, his expression unreadable as he sheathed Eclipse Fang. The tension in the air was suffocating, the towering boss radiating sheer, unbridled malice. His blood-red eyes scanned the group, his massive axe resting against his shoulder like a weapon carved for destruction.

Torren turned to Hakan, his fists ablaze with fire. “You’re not fighting?” His voice carried both shock and frustration.

Sylvia frowned, gripping her staff. “Hakan, this is no time for hesitation!”

But Hakan only shook his head, his gaze steady. “This is your fight.”

A stunned silence filled the chamber. The weight of his words pressed against them.

Alaric was the first to understand. He exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing as a smirk tugged at his lips. “I see.” He turned back to the group and raised his voice, his confidence unwavering.

“If that’s what you want, then fine. We’ll show you, Hakan. We’ll prove that the Black Dragons are more than just their leader.”

He lifted his fist into the air. “Black Dragons, charge!”

A mighty roar erupted from the group as they lunged forward, each one fighting not just for survival, but for something greater.

THE BATTLE UNFOLDS

The boss moved first.

The ground shattered beneath his feet as he swung his axe, a deadly arc of force cutting through the air. The very winds screamed with the weight of his attack, but Rina was faster.

“Barrier up!” she shouted, slamming her hands together.

A glowing golden wall materialized before them, the force of the boss’s attack slamming against it with a deafening BOOM. The entire chamber trembled, but the barrier held.

Torren took the opening. “NOW!”

His fists erupted in a sea of crimson flames, the fire swirling like a storm around his arms. He rushed forward, leaping onto the barrier for leverage before launching himself at the boss. His flames spiraled into a massive inferno, his roar echoing through the chamber as he delivered a devastating punch to the boss’s chest.

The beast staggered. For the first time, he felt pain.

Alaric was already moving.

His body blurred as he absorbed the kinetic energy from Torren’s fire, his muscles tensing with explosive power. He darted beneath the boss’s counterattack and slammed his palm into the monster’s leg—a shockwave of energy exploded outward, sending the beast reeling.

But it wasn’t enough.

With an enraged bellow, the boss lifted his axe and brought it down in a cataclysmic strike. The air tore apart as the weapon descended, aiming to cleave them in two.

Sylvia reacted instantly.

She raised her staff, weaving an illusion at the last second.

The boss’s eyes flickered with confusion as the world warped around him. The Black Dragons seemed to multiply, surrounding him in a hundred mirages. His strike landed—but on an illusion.

Alaric and Torren seized the moment.

“One more push!”

Torren’s flames coiled around Alaric’s fist, the kinetic energy supercharging his strike. Together, they launched a final, combined attack—Alaric’s fist slamming into the boss’s chest as Torren’s flames exploded on impact.

The chamber shook violently. The force of their attack cracked the very walls.

The boss let out a final, guttural growl before his massive form collapsed to the ground, unmoving.

VICTORY

The silence that followed was deafening.

The Black Dragons stood there, panting, their bodies bruised, their energy nearly spent. But they had won.

Far from the battle, Hakan watched.

His hands clenched at his sides, but a smile formed on his lips. In a single battle, his team had forged something far more powerful than individual strength.

They had learned to trust each other.

They were no longer just a group of strong individuals.

They were a unit.

They were the Black Dragons.

He had no doubt anymore.

The battle for the towers had only just begun, but when the time came, he knew…

They would be ready.

The Black Dragons stood amidst the fading embers of battle, their breaths heavy, their bodies aching from the relentless fight. But before any of them could celebrate, something unnatural happened.

The corpse… moved.

A deep, gurgling chuckle crawled through the silence. The air turned cold, thick with a presence that did not belong to this world. The monster’s charred flesh began to dissipate, not in decay—but in something far more unnerving.

It was being erased.

Evaporated.

Its body turned to ash, swirling into the air like dying embers, yet its voice remained.

"You think this is over?"

The words slithered through the chamber, an eerie whisper that sent a chill down even Torren’s spine. The air seemed to pulse with an unseen force, the weight of something far greater pressing down upon them.

The boss’s disintegrating form twisted, its eyes burning with an unholy light as it locked onto Hakan. A voice, distorted and layered, seeped from its fading lips.

“Remember this, man with the twin blades—”

The temperature plummeted.

The torches in the chamber flickered wildly, then extinguished.

The only source of light was the fading glow of the vanishing beast, and yet… it grinned.

“If you truly wish to save that pathetic city, then you must face the King—the one who commands these towers, the master of this domain.”

The High Tower.

The words slithered into their ears like a curse, heavy with something beyond mere threat. It wasn’t a warning.

It was a prophecy.

Sylvia instinctively stepped closer to Hakan, her fingers gripping her staff. “The King…” she whispered.

The boss’s laughter grew, turning into a grotesque, inhuman symphony of madness.

“I will see you again, swordsman.

Will you save them? Or will you fall?”

“Will you kneel?”

“Or will you die?”

“Either way, I will be waiting for you—”

“In hell.”

The laughter twisted into a deafening shriek—

Then silence.

A single moment of stillness before—

A silver flash.

A blade cut through the air, slicing through the final traces of the boss’s essence. Hakan stood in the heart of the chamber, his Eclipse Fang drenched in shadow, his stance unwavering. His face was carved from stone, his expression unreadable.

The monster never finished its final words.

Because Hakan had silenced it.

His voice was low, steady—a declaration.

“Bring this king to me.”

His gaze burned with unshaken resolve.

“And I will make him kneel.”

The embers of the vanquished beast vanished.

The Black Dragons stood frozen, the echoes of Hakan’s words settling deep into their bones.

None of them spoke.

But in that moment, each of them understood something.

This war… was far from over.

The dust settled, leaving only the echoes of battle and the heavy breaths of the Black Dragons. The monstrous boss had been slain, its body evaporating into nothingness, but its final words still lingered in the air like a curse.

"You think this is over? The king of the highest tower awaits… and you will fall before him."

Hakan stood at the edge of the grand chamber, where a massive arched window stretched across the tower wall. It was a panoramic view of the battlefield that lay ahead—a vast city suffocated by the looming silhouettes of countless dark towers. Their jagged spires pierced the heavens, standing like watchful sentinels over a kingdom of chaos.

His gaze roamed from tower to tower, each one a fortress of monsters and danger. Then, at the horizon’s edge, his breath hitched.

There it was.

A tower so colossal it dwarfed everything else. It reached beyond the clouds, an impossible height that made even the greatest skyscrapers of the old world seem like mere pebbles. It was ancient, unshaken, and radiated an aura of overwhelming power.

"The Control House."

Hakan’s grip tightened around Eclipse Fang. The so-called king was waiting there.

Behind him, his team was still catching their breath. They had won, but the weight of the boss’s words had settled over them like an unseen shadow.

Hakan turned, his expression unreadable. He took a step forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor. Then, with a commanding voice, he spoke.

"I know what you're all thinking. That maybe this fight was just a prelude. That maybe this so-called king is beyond our reach. That maybe…" His gaze swept over them. "We aren't strong enough."

His words cut through the air like a blade.

"But listen to me. We just crushed one of their so-called rulers. And we did it together. That thing wanted us to fear the road ahead. It wanted us to doubt ourselves. But I refuse."

His voice grew stronger, burning with conviction.

"I refuse to let fear dictate our path. I refuse to bow to some unseen tyrant sitting on his throne. And I refuse to believe that we are anything less than the ones who will bring this nightmare to an end."

He raised his swords, pointing one toward the looming skyscraper-like tower in the distance.

"This war isn’t over. Not until I drive my blades through the heart of that so-called king. Not until we take back our city. Not until we burn their rule to the ground!"

Alaric smirked, stepping forward. “Damn right.”

Torren cracked his knuckles, flames flickering around his hands. “I say we make him regret ever ruling in the first place.”

Sylvia and Rina exchanged glances before nodding.

"Then it’s decided," Hakan said. "We keep moving forward. The next towers fall by our hands."

The Black Dragons stood together, the weight of their vow sealing their bond.

Outside, in the depths of the highest tower, something stirred. Watching. Waiting.

And somewhere, beyond the reach of their eyes, the so-called king smiled.

"Come then, little insects. Let us see if you can reach me."