### **Chapter 10 — *The Dance of Massacre***
The city was quiet in a way that felt wrong.
Smoke hung in the air like a thin veil. Buildings stood, but there was a tension — like the world was holding its breath. Serin and I crossed through empty streets, senses sharp. Then, at the turn of a narrow road, we saw one of them.
A demon.
Skin like fractured black stone, body massive and uneven, as though carved from a mountain and left half-finished. A white crystal pulsed in its forehead, faintly glowing. It stopped mid-step… and looked directly at us.
His gaze lingered on Serin.
And then—he **looked away** and continued walking.
Like we were nothing.
A chill ran down my spine. I clenched my jaw. Serin's expression didn't change, but I felt it:
*This was not mercy. It was dismissal.*
"We follow," she whispered.
We did. Through alleys, down shattered roads, past overturned cars and shattered walls — until the world opened into a clearing where reality itself was broken.
A **crack** split the air — like a door of shimmering darkness. From it, stone carts slid through, pulled by bound, unconscious humans. Resources — ore, crystals, even uprooted trees — were being transported inside. Those who tried to resist earlier had either been killed… or enslaved.
Two demons guarded the gate.
Serin looked at me once. I nodded.
We raised our hands.
**Six shots each. Twelve in total.**
Water bullets — condensed, sharpened, accelerated.
Each one struck true:
* Legs
* Arms
* Crystal
The guards collapsed and did not rise again.
We approached the crack—
A sudden burst of pressure slammed toward us.
Serin sensed it, but before she could react—
A blade of white lightning cut the attack apart.
A man stepped forward.
He wore black armor light as cloth, and a smooth **white mask** without markings. Mana radiated from him in a way I had only felt from Serin.
"Where is your focus?" he said sharply — not to Serin, but to **me**.
Before I could answer, the demons roared.
Two more appeared — the ones pulling the cart.
The masked man sprinted forward, and the battlefield snapped into formation:
* **Serin** took on **two** demons.
* The **masked man** engaged **one**.
* And the last one rushed **at me**.
I met his blade with mine. Sparks burst.
He was stronger — far stronger — but I had trained.
We clashed again and again, blades ringing like struck steel. I produce 12 bullets around him and struck again and again while strucking him with sword at last he died
Serin fought with fluid precision — water streaming from the air itself, hardening into blades and shields. Yet even she was strained — two on one was no small task.
I drew back, took a breath, and shifted my stance to the second demon who was fighting with serin
The demon lunged — and I moved.
Water condensed from the air.
**An arrow.**
He dodged.
But water was not static — I **reversed** it.
In an instant, it accelerated — faster than a tank shell — and punched through his skull.
His body crashed to the ground.
At that same moment — Serin's blade flashed.
She severed her opponent cleanly.
Thunder cracked — and the masked man's demon fell in twelve impossible pieces.
We didn't pause. We **tracked the remaining three**.
Through ruined streets, past fires and broken windows,a demon get caught but kill effectively under the one minute ,until—
We encounter 3 demons 1 general 2 guard before a clinic.**my mom and Mira were at gate
The demons raised their weapons—
Serin and the masked man moved first, blocking their strikes.
I followed a beat behind, sword flashing.
The formation returned:
* The **central demon** — larger, darker crystal glowing — faced **Serin**.
* The **two guards** engaged **me and the masked man**.
I clashed again. My blade met stone and sparks, my arms burned, lungs tightened—but I didn't stop. I remembered every hour of training, every bruise, every correction Serin forced into me.
This was not practice.
This was **survival.**
Above us, Serin and the central demon clashed — sword meeting sword, over and over.
When their blades met, a **golden light** shimmered around hers — faint at first, then growing.
The demon snarled:
**"Second elder daughter of the Lunaris family… how dare you stand here!"**
The words struck like lightning.
*Serin… Lunaris?*
No time to think.
The masked man and I eliminated the two remaining guards.
But the general was different — faster, stronger, relentless.
Serin's sword ignited — **white flame** burning cold. They struck swords, his sword cracke. He roared rising dust making her vision blur
She struck in back
Steel screamed.
His blade cracked.
Then — from the crack in the air — **twenty more demons stepped through.**
The world went silent.
Something inside me broke.
Fear. Anger. Despair.
And something deeper.
The world drowned in blue.
My irises glowed.
My **mana core pulsed**, synchronized with my heartbeat.
The mask guy beheaded the general as he became weak and start to slaughtered the reinforcement. I was in deep range
My sword ignited with flames which became black as of my rage — the same flame Serin wielded but more hotter to change their colour. My eyes colour changes and I screamed even though I don't do it as someone said it in my behalf "how you dare to kill him and his ###"
I moved.
Fast.
Too fast to think.
My body danced — no hesitation, no fear.
My strikes were precise, fluid — as if guided by rhythm rather than thought.
One demon. Two. Five. Ten.
Fifteen.
Each one fell — burned, cut, shattered.
Their screams echoed — and then faded.
When the fifteenth turned to ash, the fire inside me flickered.
My vision blurred.
The ground tilted.
I heard my own voice speak — weak, fading:
"Masked guy… keep this… secret…and I entrust you...."
And the world went dark.
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**End of Chapter 10 — *The Dance of Massacre***