Arata coughed, blood spewing from his core. His lungs burned as if a furnace had erupted inside him, vision blurring with every breath.
Arata: "I… I can't stand it any longer. Kenny… goodbye."
Seraphel: "I will end it now."
A pillar of radiant fire descended from the sky, a roaring inferno slicing through the battlefield.
Seraphel: "Divine Execution!"
BOOM! The pillar struck Arata directly. Flames erupted across his body, scorching flesh, crackling heat painting the air with fire and smoke. His scream shook the very island to its core.
Yet, inexplicably, he rose. His body still aflame, skin charred but intact, eyes now black as void. He moved with terrifying precision, as if the flames themselves had awakened something monstrous within him.
Seraphel (voice trembling slightly): "What… a monster…"
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crumbling navy headquarters, a black cloak billowing behind him.
???: "You couldn't even handle one job, could you? I'll take over now."
Seraphel: "It's him… the White Tempest, Sora Nithel, second in command of the Navy!"
Sora (smirking, voice cutting like a blade): "Watch the show carefully… don't blame me if you miss the climax."
Arata (laughing, barely audible over the flames and chaos): "U brat! Who do you think you are!?"