While two big factions were fighting war, the people of the spirit world were suffering with different causes.
The unrest in the Spirit World continued to escalate. Several races, prominent families, and lesser gods found themselves burdened by the growing calamities caused by the ongoing war between humans and demons. Waves of complaints flooded the halls of demi-gods who were struggling to maintain order in their realms.
“The earthquakes are increasing! Half of our floating islands have collapsed into the abyss!” an elder from the Winged Seraphim race cried before the God of Elements.
“The mana in the air is rapidly depleting! Do you expect us to live like mortals?” a furious elder from the Celestial Weavers clan slammed his fist on the floor, glaring at the demigods gathered in the council halls.
“The war between humans and demons is their problem! Why must the Spirit World suffer?” another voice rose from the crowd, with others nodding in agreement.
It was true. The land trembled, the skies cracked, and the balance of mana was tilting dangerously. But despite the complaints, no one dared to interfere in the battle.
The divine decree had been passed among demi-gods. No gods or demigods would intervene in the war. Kent and Philip would have to settle it on their own.
“This disturbance will end soon,” God of music assured the crowd, his voice steady despite the pressure. “Once the war is over, the remaining humans and demons will leave through the open space portal. After that we will close that portal and the balance of the Spirit World will be restored.”
Some were satisfied with the response, choosing to trust the demigods, while others left in frustration. But one thing was clear—the Spirit World was watching, and they were eager to see how the war unfolded.
Meanwhile, the war had become the hottest topic across all realms. Glass orbs across the Spirit World projected live footage of the battlefield. Each day, millions gathered around these orbs, placing bets, forming alliances, and discussing the ongoing events.
Among the many topics of discussion, one name echoed louder than the rest—Kent. His name had become legend, spreading like wildfire across every city and race. Women from noble families were already eyeing him, their hearts stirred by his fearless charge into war.
“Have you seen Kent fight? He’s like a god of war himself!” a noble lady of Gu clan whispered to her friend.
“I would give anything to see him in person,” another sighed.
Even the lesser gods took interest, intrigued by the mortal who dared to challenge the balance of power.
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3rd Day of Battle…
The moon rose over the battlefield, bathing the land in an eerie glow. Unlike the previous days, the demon army emerged from the castle in complete silence, their movements synchronized and precise. Their armor glowed with runes, their weapons pulsing with dark energy. The air grew heavy with magic as Philip prepared his forces for an all-out assault.
“Advance with the explosive war treasures!” Philip commanded, his voice booming across the field.
From the depths of the demon ranks, colossal demon beasts emerged, dragging siege weapons designed to obliterate anything in their path. Enchanted explosives, forged in the depths of the Abyss, shimmered ominously under the moonlight.
On the human side, Kent and his army stood firm. Unlike the previous days, today they formed the ‘Flying Eagle’ formation—an adaptive strategy that allowed them to attack aggressively but also withdraw swiftly if necessary.
“Hold your ground!” Madam Clark shouted, rallying her troops on southern side.
The conch horns blared across the battlefield, and in an instant, both sides unleashed their attacks. Spells clashed in midair, steel met steel, and the land trembled under the weight of battle.
Philip soared above the battlefield on his enchanted chariot, his eyes fixated on one target—Madam Clark.
“This old woman dies today!” Philip growled, his eyes gleaming with malice. He ignored Kent completely, directing his forces to break the defenses around Madam Clark’s unit.
Initially Phillip was blocked from reaching Madam Clark by the 13 elders who controlled the women’s army. Phillip tried all means to clear out the defenses of Madam Clark.
Finally Phillip found an opening to attack Madam Clark freely after one hour of focused war. He rushed into the battlefield for a sure kill.
But Philip’s confidence shattered when he suddenly spotted Kent beside his mother.
“What? How is he here?” Phillip cried out in disbelief. He had just seen Kent leading the northern army a moment ago.
A terrifying thought crept into Philip’s mind. He thought of obliterating forces on the Northern side. To confirm his suspicion, he darted toward the northern front, but his blood ran cold when he saw Kent standing there as well.
“No… that’s impossible.”
He turned to the eastern front.
Kent.
He turned to the west.
Kent again.
Philip rose higher into the air, scanning the battlefield. His mind reeled as he realized the truth—Kent had somehow split into 8 clones, covering every side of the battlefield at once.
Philip’s hands trembled as he watched the eight identical Kents staring up at him with calm, knowing eyes.
“This… this is impossible!” Philip roared, his voice shaking.
Kent, standing in the northern front, smirked. “You finally noticed?”
Philip’s eyes darted across the battlefield, his breath shallow. No matter where he looked, Kent was there, commanding troops, casting spells, and cutting down demons. Kent learned this spell from the musical hall where he played 8 instruments to create a divine melody.
Before Philip could act, all eight Kents launched simultaneous attacks. Golden arrows, sword waves, fire spells, and wind slashes—all converged toward Philip.
Philip barely managed to dodge, his chariot twisting through the air. But no matter how fast he moved, the attacks kept coming.
“This isn’t real! It’s an illusion!” Philip gritted his teeth, trying to analyze the technique.
Kent, now merged back into a single form, summoned his golden throne and took off into the sky. With inhuman speed, he closed in on Philip.
Philip panicked, maneuvering his chariot wildly. But no matter where he went, Kent was right behind him.
Below, the human army seized the opportunity.
“Unleash the poison!” Madam Clark commanded.
A wave of deadly green mist spread across the battlefield. The humans, having already taken antidotes, remained unaffected. But the demons…
Chaos erupted among their ranks. Demons choked, their bodies convulsing as the poison seeped into their veins. Some fell instantly, while others clawed at their own skin, trying to expel the toxin.
The battlefield turned into a nightmare for the demons.
Philip, still desperately fleeing from Kent, looked down in horror. His mighty army was crumbling before his eyes.
“How… how did this happen?” Philip whispered, his body trembling.
But before he could react, Kent appeared directly in front of him, his fist raised.
Philip screamed as the punch force rushed toward him.
The third day of war had truly begun.
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