THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS.
Woewyn was silent. Not the peaceful kind of silence, the suffocating kind. Even the babies weren't crying. Even the wind didn't dare move. Every soldier stood carved from tension, held by a single thread stretched across an entire kingdom.
Zariel braced himself inside the Crucible, feeling the pulse of distant war rising like a tide. "Damon. Nyra. Please be strong."
THE BATTLEGROUND
A dead planet. Cracked and hollowed. A graveyard big enough to host a war. Damon stood ahead of the Tutors and the army, Daichi in full mythic wolf form beside him. He was towering enough to be ridden, silver-white, and rumbling with anxious power.
Damon stroked the fur on Daichi's muzzle. "You remember the attacks we practiced?"
Daichi huffed a sad wolf-bark. "Yes. But I wanna help you."
"It's fine Daichi. I'll be fine." Damon reassured, petting Daichi with palm and words.
"Don't die."
"I promise," Damon whispered. "Protect Nyra. No matter what. Okay? Don't kill any soldiers that hurt you. Keep them somewhere if you can, you can do anything you want as long as they stay alive. When I come back... I'll deal with them myself for hurting you."
Daichi felt proud and protected. He licked Damon's face lightly.
Nyra and Rika joined him briefly, Nyra blazing with fire through her veins, Rika's exosuit humming with lethal crimson light.
Nyra grabbed Damon's wrist. "I've pushed myself beyond my limit these last four days. I won't lose."
Rika raised her two blades. "I'm ready."
Damon nodded, heart pounding. He turned to Cythera.
"Kick his ass." Her small smirk was enough answer.
Draven landed beside him, wind swirling under his feet. "We'll bring her back," Damon said. Draven gave a single calm nod.
THE ENEMY ARRIVES
Velmira's army drifted down like a storm of falling shadows. Behind them were the Three Brothers. Fire, Earth and Wind. Each one was a titan. Bravira stepped forward as the Fire Brother did the same.
"So... we meet again," he said with a sharp-tooth grin.
"This will be," Bravira growled, "the last time."
BOOM.
They punched each other in the face at the same time. A shockwave made a thin yet long split in the planet.
Silence.
Then, Commander Laros lifted his blade high. "For Woewyn… and for the Light that refuses to die!"
The blade dropped.
WAR.
SAME GROUND WAR — RIKA & NYRA
Both sides sprinted across broken earth, screaming, clashing. Suits flying in the air, sparks of blade enough to lit clothes on fire, but two people began to dominate.
Rika shot forward, spinning mid-air, carving through a trio of enemy soldiers before landing on one knee. Nyra vaulted over her, slamming extreme fiery shockwaves into the ground that blasted men and ground beneath them, backward like leaves in a hurricane.
They fought as one body.
Rika sliced a man's head clean off. Nyra melted another man's visor with her bare hands, grabbing him and throwing him towards Rika who diced him up for vultures of the cosmos. The smell of ozone and seared flesh filled the air as the visor turned to liquid slag.
Rika switched positions with her in mid-fight without needing a word. Nyra burned a path while Rika carved one.
A soldier grabbed Rika. She reacted instantly, blade out— Then paused when she saw the clothing-armour and a fist of light at her face.
"Rika?! Thank the Light—I almost killed you!"
"Solaren?" she exhaled breathing heavily.
He burnt a hole through a man about to strike her. "Lets move!"
They plunged back in.
DAICHI & NYRA — STARFANG
Daichi had a man in his jaws, shaking him like a ragdoll. The man's screams were the loudest in the war. Nyra ran towards Daichi as he flung the broken man away, crashing into a mountain. The wind that followed her was enough to send men flying but she each step she took shot rivers of flame from her feet to enemies beside her.
She climbed onto his back, fingers digging into his fur as the battlefield trembled beneath them.
"Ready, boy?"
RRRRRHHHRRROOOO!! Daichi answered with a howl so deep it rattled stone and bone.
He bounded forward, four leaps, then airborne. Ice wolves formed beneath each paw. Nyra's fire spiralled into a large bright lance above her palm.
"Pack Hunt: STARFANG BARRAGE!"
Daichi roared. The roar split into hundreds of spectral howls. A dozen ice wolves erupted from all directions. Nyra held Daichi's fur and bent to pick a man from Velmira's army mid-fight. She hurled her lance and the man right after coating him in fire.
The ice wolves stopped in front of the enemy and immediately turned into spikes of ice that pierced suit and bone. At the same time Nyra's fire had no particular shape, though a blinding fireball was at its core, flames bursting outward as black smoke billows up and debris scatters across the torn ground.
The two attacks spiralled together and erased a battery of Velmira's soldiers from existence.
Nyra pressed her forehead to top of Daichi's while riding. "Good boy."
He huffed, proud. And they charged into the next wave.
EARTH BROTHER VS THORPAX
On a smaller planet, the ground convulsed. The Earth Brother rising like a giant waking from the world's crust. He formed earth above him moulding it into a gargantuan blade.
Thorpax soared upward and punched it, shattering it with his bare fists.
They collided mid-air— an immovable man vs an unstoppable mountain.
WIND BROTHER VS CYTHERA & VARNEX
Wind Brother unleashed a tornado of invisible blades.
Cythera conjured two massive glacial swords—each broader than a man, taller than several men stacked—spinning them to shield herself and Varnex. She lifted herself up in a spinning tornado of water beneath her lower body.
The tornado moved her around—she shot forward, swinging one blade at his head, turning around him with the tornado of water beneath her.
He dodged, barely.
"I'll attack him from the inside!" She yelled. She opened her palm sensing the water in his blood.
Then, the air boomed from how fast he moved, nearly deafening Cythera and Varnex.
Before she could recover, a hand grabbed her face. It was fast— Too fast. It didn't feel like he moved, it felt like deleting the distance between a predator and prey.
The Wind Brother lifted her, then began pulling her in two directions. Varnex couldn't hear her scream, but he saw—
"CYTHERA!!!"
THE DUEL — DAMON VS VELMIRA
On a neighbouring broken planet, Damon stood alone, coat billowing like a cape. Velmira drifted down from the sky. Hands behind her back as if descending from a throne.
She scanned around him. "Where is Draven? I did not agree to fight a child."
Damon's grip tightened. Draven appeared behind him in a gust of wind.
"I'm here," he said.
Her smile bloomed but Damon didn't wait.
"Let's end this quickly."
He crossed his arms—
BOOM And launched. The ground cracking violently beneath his feet. A spike almost hit Draven's face but it stopped right before. Draven remained calm.
He fired twelve large condensed spears of pure light. Humming, curving, and flaring through the sky like newborn stars.
Velmira didn't move.
She raised her palm lightly, as if telling one to stand up. A tiny dome of hyper-dense spinning wind enveloped her. The spears hit but they shattered into starlight.
Damon clicked his tongue.
Velmira smiled.
"Cute."
He rushed towards her with his daggers spinning, creating rings of light around himself.
She dodged, parried, sidestepped every slash like she was dancing.
He leapt back and fire attacks rained from above.
Velmira curved the air around one flame sphere— turned it into vacuum—
and sent it back at Damon faster.
He dodged by inches.
He unleashed everything he had. Light flares twisting like comets, blazing fire balls exploding into sunbursts, a storm of attacks so dense the sky turned blazing white.
Velmira moved through them like she was stepping between raindrops. 4 circles of wind behind, in front and beside her to shield herself from debris.
One blade nearly grazed her cheek. She blinked, losing concentration for one second.
Damon instantly struck. Daggers raised high to smash down—
She tilted her head "Impressive." And slapped him.
CRACK.
Damon shot across the continent, crashing into the base of a mountain, carving a crater through its foundation.
VELMIRA VS DRAVEN
Velmira didn't even look back at Damon.
"Well," she said, "the distraction is gone. Now we can focus."
Draven stepped forward. "Velmira… please stop this."
She launched first forming a blade of emerald and black wind in her hand. She attacked ruthlessly. But he blocked every strike. Never hitting back. Never even countering.
She saw it immediately. "You're holding back."
Draven stayed silent, eyes searching hers like he wanted to save her with a glance. She jumped and kicked him across the face, blood spraying as he slid across the rock.
Draven wiped his lip and stood. He breathed once, then he moved. One clean, precise, unrestrained attack.
Velmira flew and smashed into a different mountainside, stone exploding behind her. She wiped the blood from her lip and grinned.
"That's what I'm talking about."
She sliced a mountain that split clouds with a slap of wind, split it into dozens of sharp pointed stone spinning in wind, and hurled them at him with additional razor wind.
Draven sprinted toward her. Jumping, sliding, weaving between the deadly debris. One slice of wind hit him across the back and blood arced through the air, but he rolled and stumbled kept charging.
She charged too. Then they met and stopped.
Inches apart. Both in attacking stance. But there was no killing intent. They stared into each others eyes with a sense of longing and love. Velmira softened, Draven melted.
A silent pause.
Damon, far away, rose from the rubble. He sensed nothing lethal in either Ki.
"Did they knock each other out?"
He sprinted through the dust, ready to finish the fight. Then he saw it, Velmira's silhouette pressed against Draven.
Kissing him. Deep. His hands at her waist, one of her hands cupping the back of his head possessively.
Her other arm extended outward lazily. A single gust of wind firing like a cannon.
It slammed into Damon, blasting him away. He wrapped himself in Radiant Veil before it hit and mid-flight, barely staying intact.
In his mind: "ARE THOSE TWO REALLY DOING THAT RIGHT NOW?!"
Velmira pulled away slowly. Draven's eyes were wet with conflict.
"Velmira… please stop."
She whispered, "I can't," and fist of wind punched him away from the side causing him to land beside Damon. Velmira was still in the same pose but her eyes were closed.
Damon groaned. "What the hell is going on?!"
Draven wiped his mouth. "…It's complicated."