Mike was sent flying through a wall. He smashed through the several-inch-thick wall and fell into a room inside. The front of his shirt was burnt away, and a huge burn scar was on his chest, showing where the attack had hit him.
He struggled back to his feet and then took out a healing potion from his ring. He looked at it closely with a forced smile.
“This is my last one. After this, I’m done,” he said. He popped the cover open and drank the contents, then threw the bottle to the side and took his stance, waiting for Leah.
The wound on his chest healed up, but not completely. The healing potion he had was not the highest quality, and it could not heal him fully.
Leah walked through the hole in the wall. She had a smile on her face as she looked at Mike.
“You still have some fight in you? I thought you would be out after that attack. You can’t seriously believe you will beat me without a legacy. I have an A-ranked legacy—a hero’s legacy.
A normal human being like you will never have the chance to win against me,” she said and raised both hands. They crackled with lightning, creating a lightning ball over her head.
Mike looked at the attack she was preparing. It was the same one that had sent him through the wall. He wasn’t fast enough to dodge it, nor could he block it, so the only option now was to attack before she could use it.
Mike charged forward, pushing his feet to go as fast as he could. He ran like his life depended on it—and it did, to be honest.
When he was halfway through the distance, he slid through the rubble and slashed upward, his blade going for her head. Leah reacted as fast as she could and pulled the lightning ball from over her head to block the sword. The lightning ball and the sword collided, causing an explosion.
Leah was thrown backward. She smashed into the wall and fell to the ground. Mike was blasted far back, slamming against the opposite wall. His sword hand had been completely blasted off, and blood poured from it nonstop.
His mind blanked out. All he could hear was static. He couldn’t see anything clearly. He lay against the wall, not moving at all. After a few seconds, he noticed a figure getting up.
He was sure that was Leah. She staggered toward him with unstable steps, picked his sword up from the ground, and walked to him. She was bleeding from her head, but she ignored it.
She stood in front of Mike and spoke. “You really are a stupid person, choosing to die for someone who isn’t even your brother—for someone that took away everything that could have been yours,” she said.
“You don’t get it, do you? Silva didn’t take anything away from me. He had every right to kill me a long time ago for what I did to him. He had the right to make sure that I never saw the light of day.
But he saved me. Coughs blood He still cared for me despite that. Because of him, I had a reason to keep living, and that was to make sure I atoned for my sins. Coughs blood
It’s sad that I will never be able to pay that back now. I just hope that Silva will understand that I did my best, and I fought for him as well.”
Leah stared at Mike with disgust. She raised the sword, and in one swift move, she stabbed it right through his heart.
Just as the sword went through his chest, the ground beneath them began rumbling violently. Mike, who was already dying, suddenly smiled.
“It seems he is here,” Mike said and closed his eyes. Then the entire room was blasted open. All the walls turned to debris, as if they had evaporated into nothing.
Leah looked around in fear and shock, and her eyes met him—the devil himself. His eyes glowed blood-red, and in his hands were the bodies of two of the strongest demonized here.
There was no soul in the Silva that stood there. It was a monster—that was the only name that could be used for him now.
His eyes fixed on Leah for a while, then trailed down to see Mike on the floor with a sword through his heart. Leah followed Silva’s eye movement, and as she saw him looking at the sword in Mike’s chest, she knew that she would die if she didn’t escape.
She turned around and tried to start running.
“Run, I dare you.”
She heard a voice—so deep, so evil, so powerful—right in her ear. She froze, unable to move. It was like she had been put on pause.
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Silva dropped the bodies in his hands and walked slowly to Mike. He bent down beside him and checked his heartbeat, but there was nothing. No heartbeat at all.
Silva said nothing. He grabbed Mike’s body, carrying him in a princess carry. He got on his feet and started walking—his steps slow, heavy, and pained.
His hands trembled in rage under Mike’s body, but he kept walking. He got to Leah and walked past her. He didn’t utter a word at all.
When he was a few steps away, Leah suddenly felt freedom in her body. She looked at Silva’s back—this was her opportunity to end it all—so she charged at him.
But as she took just one step, her body exploded into a bloody mist. Silva didn’t even glance back once. He kept walking with Mike in his hands.
That day, a hero candidate had been killed. The balance had been upset, and the war had truly begun. But that was not the worst of it. The worst was that a demon king they hadn’t expected was born that day.
This war was sure to be one that had never been seen before.