CHAPTER 11
EPISODE 1
ARC — AFTERMATH OF THE DEVIL GIBBLE BEAST
KANOJI — The Hollow Victory
The battlefield was silent. Too silent.
Scorched earth stretched endlessly. Shadows of broken devils and shattered runes littered the ground. Crimson light still flickered from the chains that had once bound the Devil Void, now broken and scattered.
Kanoji knelt among the ruins. His body screamed, but it was not pain—it was emptiness. Memory and reality collided in his mind, each scream, each order, each choice looping endlessly.
Wyung Shing's words echoed in his head:
"When this world means nothing to you… leaving it, even at the cost of your life, feels easy. If humans cannot understand love… if they keep turning humans into tools… then this world creates its own destruction. That's what you did, Kanoji… and I accept it."
Kanoji's hands trembled. He had destroyed, erased, annihilated—but the weight of humanity's failure pressed on him more than the Devil Void ever could.
"…I understand now," he whispered. "Not the power. Not the destruction. But what it truly means to carry it."
The chains of the Devil Void hovered around him, not in obedience, but in mourning.
Far above, the Wall of Scorpion shivered violently, sensing a shift beyond comprehension.
Wyung Shing staggered forward, bleeding, limping—but alive. His dragon, battered and wingless, lay behind him, barely moving. Yet the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
"Kanoji," Wyung Shing said, voice hoarse but steady. "You saved me… and I saved myself. But at what cost?"
Kanoji looked up. His eyes, once red with rage, now held a glimmer of something long forgotten. Humanity. Pain. Love.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe… nothing is worth saving anymore. Maybe everything is lost."
A whisper of wind carried words from nowhere—No One's voice, faint, almost a memory.
"The path you've chosen… it will consume everything. Are you ready to watch it burn?"
Kanoji stood slowly. His chest heaved. The Devil Void pulsed around him. Its chains, its devils, its corrupted life forms—all waited.
Wyung Shing took a deep breath. "If we survive this… the world will never be the same."
A distant rumble. Something massive stirred beneath the earth. Shadows writhed. The very sky seemed to fracture.
Kanoji clenched his fists. "Then let it come."
The two stood on the edge of apocalypse. Broken, bleeding, haunted by memories of what they had destroyed… yet alive.
Somewhere, far beyond the horizon, the next threat was already awakening.
The Devil Gibble Beast had left its mark on the world.
And now… the true reckoning was about to begin.
EPISODE END
To Be Continued…
CHAPTER 11
EPISODE 2
ARC — THE TRUE RECKONING
KANOJI & WYUNG SHING — Apocalypse Rising
The ground shook violently. Mountains split. Rivers boiled. The sky itself seemed to bleed as two figures stood across from each other, wounded but unbroken.
Kanoji's crimson aura surged, Devil Void chains circling him like a living storm. Each pulse of his heartbeat resonated through dimensions, bending reality itself.
Wyung Shing's eyes glowed faintly. His dragon's shadow flickered unnaturally, distorted by the corrupted energies surrounding them.
He smiled weakly. "If humans are useless… if love can't reach them… then maybe this is the only way to end it."
Kanoji snarled. "Fucking hell… this world is mine to decide! I won't let anyone tell me how to survive!"
The air shattered. Devils poured from the Void, twisting and hungry, reflecting Kanoji's rage. Wyung Shing's aura flared—a shadowy, almost ghostly light, pulsating with power he had only begun to understand.
Chains of red energy and black mist collided. Explosions rocked the battlefield. Mountains crumbled. Everything that remained of the old world groaned in terror.
"Wyung Shing… this ends now!" Kanoji screamed. A crimson spear of fire shot toward him, splitting the air, warping the earth beneath.
Wyung Shing dodged, summoning spectral blades from his dragon's essence. "I won't lose… not to anyone… not even you, Kanoji!"
Their powers clashed. Reality tore around them. The Void's chains wrapped both of them, binding, suffocating—but neither would submit.
A flash. Wyung Shing was thrown back. Blood spattered across the scorched earth. But he rose, summoning a shadow double, a terrifying mirror of himself, eyes glowing red.
Kanoji laughed, blood and fire dripping from his fingers. "You think this will stop me? I am the Devil Gibble Beast… and you are nothing!"
The shadow and the Devil Void devils collided. Chaos erupted. Energy tore at the air. Both fighters unleashed powers no human should survive.
Wyung Shing whispered to himself, almost a prayer:
"When this world means nothing… leaving it, even at the cost of your life, feels easy. If humans cannot understand love… then this world creates its own destruction."
A crimson hand and a shadow blade met. Sparks flew. Reality fractured. Both screamed, throwing everything into the other's path.
For a moment, both froze. Breathing heavy. Wounded beyond human limits. Yet still alive.
Kanoji gritted his teeth, voice ragged: "I… I'm done holding back!"
Wyung Shing replied, voice steady but trembling: "Then neither am I…"
The next moment, a massive energy wave exploded. Mountains vanished. Shadows swallowed the land. The two figures collided in a final, apocalyptic clash—almost killing each other.
When the dust settled, both lay on the cracked earth, bleeding, battered, barely moving. But alive. The world itself seemed to exhale, trembling under the scars of their fight.
Chains of the Devil Void still hovered. Shadow remnants of Wyung Shing flickered. Both knew this was only the beginning.
Kanoji looked at Wyung Shing. His voice soft, but filled with anger and pain:
"Next time… I won't hold back."
Wyung Shing's weak smile returned. "Neither will I… Kanoji. Neither will I."
The wind carried a faint whisper across the shattered battlefield:
"The reckoning has only begun."
EPISODE END
To Be Continued…