The battlefield was a graveyard of steel and fire. The screams of demons and warriors alike echoed through the air, drowned only by the relentless clash of battle. Blood stained the earth, and the sky above Frya had turned a sickly crimson.

Amidst the chaos, two warriors stood against a monster.

Ren and Rex—battered, bruised, but unyielding—faced the towering three-star demon. Its single crimson horn pulsed with malice, and its jagged claws dripped with the blood of fallen soldiers. Its smirk was a cruel mockery of their struggle.

“You worms think you can stand against me?” the demon sneered. “You should’ve run while you had the chance.”

Ren rolled his shoulders, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “Run? Where’s the fun in that?”

Rex cracked his neck. “We’ve beaten worse.”

The demon roared, its aura surging—a dark tide of raw, crushing power. The ground beneath them splintered, and the wind howled with unnatural fury.

Then—it attacked.

A blur of motion. A whip-like tail lashed toward them, cutting through the air like a blade.

Rex moved first. He planted his feet, bracing himself, and when the tail struck—he caught it.

The impact sent tremors through his arms, but he held firm.

“Not bad,” he growled. Then—with a grunt of effort—he swung the demon off balance.

Ren was already moving.

His body blurred, closing the distance in an instant. His fist collided with the demon’s ribs—a single, devastating strike. The impact rippled through its body, sending it skidding back, claws digging into the earth to regain footing.

The demon hissed in frustration. “You dare?”

It retaliated—lunging with clawed hands, each talon sharp enough to rend steel.

Rex met the first strike with his fist , parrying the blow with sheer brute force. The second claw came for Ren—only to miss as he ducked, spinning under the demon’s reach.

Ren countered—his fists a blur.

Left. Right. A devastating uppercut to the jaw.

Each blow was amplified—power surging with his will.

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The demon staggered.

Rex capitalized on the opening, swinging his fist in a wide arc—crushing into the demon’s leg.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering bone echoed through the battlefield.

The demon howled in agony, stumbling to one knee.

This was it.

Ren and Rex locked eyes.

They had won.

Until—

BOOOOOM!

A shockwave erupted from the demon’s body, sending them both flying.

The ground shattered. The very air became heavy—choking.

Rex landed with a sickening thud, coughing up blood. His armor was shattered. His body—barely moving.

Ren groaned, his vision spinning as he struggled to his feet.

And then—he saw it.

The demon stood tall once more, its body mutating. Its wounds healed instantly. Its horn pulsed—no, it burned—with overwhelming energy.

“I’ve had enough,” it snarled. “I will erase you from existence.”

Then—it moved.

Faster than ever before.

Before Ren could react, the demon’s claw struck Rex.

SLASH!

Blood sprayed across the battlefield.

Ren froze.

Rex collapsed.

His body hit the ground, unmoving.

Something inside Ren’s mind snapped.

His heartbeat slowed.

A whisper—so faint, so distant, yet so close.

"Hehehe… let it go…"

Ren’s breathing grew ragged. His vision blurred. A deep, unnatural rage stirred in his chest.

His hands trembled.

Across Frya—every powerful being felt it.

The demon turned toward him, sensing the shift. It frowned, unease creeping into its expression.

But then—

Enough.

A hand touched Ren’s shoulder.

A new presence entered the battlefield.

A weight even heavier than the demon’s.

THOOM.

The ground cracked beneath the pressure of an approaching force.

The demon froze.

A shadow loomed over them.

Ramiel.

He walked forward slowly, his massive war hammer slung over his shoulder. His expression was calm. Cold.

But his eyes burned with barely contained fury.

The three-star demon’s confident smirk faltered.

“…You.”

Ramiel didn’t respond. He simply stopped a few feet away, his gaze locked onto the demon.

Then, in a voice like rolling thunder—

“You’ve wasted enough of my time.”

The demon snarled. “I am stronger than those weaklings. You cannot—”

Ramiel vanished.

The demon’s eyes widened.

BOOM!

A hammer smashed into its side, sending it flying. The sheer force warped the air, creating a shockwave that tore through the battlefield.

The demon screamed as it crashed into the ground, skidding across the dirt before slamming into a ruined wall.

It coughed, black ichor spilling from its mouth. Its ribs were shattered.

Pain.

Real pain.

It hadn’t felt this in centuries.

The demon’s eyes darted up—

Ramiel was already above it, his hammer descending.

“W-Wait—”

BOOOOOOM!

The hammer crushed down.

The entire battlefield shook.

The shockwave obliterated the demon’s body, reducing it to a bloody, crumpled mess.

It twitched, barely clinging to life.

Ramiel exhaled. Slowly, he lifted his hammer one final time.

The demon, broken and defeated, let out a weak, trembling whisper.

“…Please… forgive me…”

Ramiel’s eyes remained cold.

“No.”

Then—

CRACK.

The hammer came down.

The three-star demon was no more.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Ramiel turned, his gaze sweeping over the warriors, assessing the damage.

Then, without a word, he shouldered his hammer and walked away.

The battle was over.

For now.