3 POV
In a unique dimension made of mirrors and separate from the normal world, a group of individuals was engaged in battle.
On one side, three individuals with bodies interwoven in shades of black and red emanated powerful magical and demonic energy. They attacked their enemies either by using their bodies or by launching intense energy blasts.
On the other side, four people dressed in yellow and brown robes emitted strong magical energy. Their movements resembled those of martial artists—agile, precise, and well-trained. What stood out the most was their combat style: at times, they conjured golden-orange shields; at others, they fired energy beams or created constructs from the same energy, forming weapons such as swords, daggers, spears, and whips to aid them in battle.
Some among this group inscribed runes and chanted powerful spells that unleashed elemental forces like fire, wind, ice, and lightning, as well as other mystical energies. Overall, the fight appeared to be at a stalemate. However, a palpable tension surrounded the sorcerers. The strongest among them, seemingly the leader, was providing support to his allies, yet his eyes remained locked onto the enemy in the center.
This enemy appeared human—black-haired, with skin that was somewhere between beige and gray—but the pressure and magical energy radiating from his body were far more terrifying than those of the others.
The strongest sorcerer knew he couldn't sustain this battle of attrition, especially with the enemy leader remaining mostly silent, only occasionally moving his hand to release bursts of demonic and magical energy in support of his allies.
"Hold them off for a moment." He sent a telepathic message to his allies before stepping back briefly.
Without delay, his hands moved at incredible speed, runes appearing as he seemed to connect with something far beyond himself.
"I invoke the flames of Faltine—ACK!!!!"
A scream of pain and anguish was the only response to his spell. The sorcerer, who had been reaching out to dimensional energies from beyond this plane of reality, was unable to complete his incantation.
A powerful arrow had pierced his stomach—an attack so precise that neither he nor his allies had sensed it coming.
"Honestly, while you are not impossible to face, dealing with spellcasters who invoke entities or borrow their power through magic is rather irritating."
A mesmerizing voice, filled with power and allure, echoed through the battlefield.
As everyone traced the arrow's path back to its origin, they saw him—the once-silent observer of the battle—finally making his move.
"I truly lack patience for sorcerers like you. Why do you insist on standing in my way? You call yourselves Earth's protectors, acting in the name of the Vishanti. But tell me—how many entities do as they please on this planet? My father roams freely here, as do other demons and dimensional beings. Your so-called protection is fragile and ineffective. Even if you manage to stop me today, I have countless ways to influence and return to this world. In the end, Earth is doomed."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a primal terror—an unshakable certainty.
"Never!! We have protected Earth for centuries, for millennia! And we will continue to do so! No matter the threats, we will always rise to defend it! You think too highly of yourself, Blackheart… or rather, a mere fragment of him."
Despite the pain and the hostile energy invading his body, the sorcerer spoke with defiance, biting his lip.
"Pathetic."
The demon, visibly irritated, increased the power of the arrow.
"ACK!!!"
A stronger cry of agony escaped the sorcerer's lips as his body was consumed by the growing energy. His end seemed near.
Sensing the imminent danger, the dimensional protectors acted immediately. Their leader pressed his hands to the ground, rapidly forming intricate hand signs and manipulating magical energy. He even used his own blood and vital energy as an offering, and the other three followed suit.
In mere seconds, luminous magical lines connected, forming a powerful mystical matrix.
Of course, the enemies did not remain passive. The three demons unleashed destructive energy and razor-sharp tendrils from their bodies, while Blackheart himself launched a wave of reinforced magical and demonic energy.
However, the sorcerers had planned for this. Their enchanted robes and artifacts shone with golden light, activating protective magical shields inscribed with powerful runes. Though the shields were quickly shattered, they lasted just long enough—an immense surge of magical energy erupted.
Gigantic magical constructs materialized as weapons, striking toward the four demons. Three of them tried to resist, but their bodies were devastated—one was completely obliterated. As the other two neared the same fate, an irritated voice echoed through the battlefield.
"Hahaha… Sorcerers truly have a knack for causing trouble."
With those words, a monstrous surge of dark-red energy erupted, destroying the magical weapons and launching a ferocious assault on the mystical circle, threatening to annihilate everything.
At the center of this surge, the humanoid figure that once stood there was gone.
Now standing at 2.2 meters tall, his body had undergone a terrifying transformation. His entire form was shrouded in black and red, his hands now razor-sharp claws, his hair spiked, and his eyes utterly devoid of humanity. He gazed upon everything around him as if it were meaningless.
With shocking speed, his claw pierced the magical circle. The first strike shattered its right side, sending the sorcerers tumbling to the ground, bleeding. With a second strike, the entire formation was destroyed.
"Weaklings."
His overwhelming energy filled the battlefield.
With a mere flick of his fingers, bullets of magical and demonic energy formed and launched straight at the sorcerers' leader, aiming to end his life then and there.
Just as his fate seemed sealed, a bright light erupted before him.
And then, a voice—youthful, yet commanding—broke through the chaos.
"So, you think you're the only one who can make a dramatic entrance, Mr. Blackheart?"
The demon furrowed his brow and turned to face his new opponent.
Before him stood a figure clad in dark robes emanating a fusion of divine energy, darkness, and lunar power. A mysterious mist surrounded his body, and in his hand, he wielded a spear of pure magical light—though something even more dangerous seemed hidden within.
"Who are you?" Blackheart asked, his guard instinctively rising.
"Your enemy."
With a lazy yet confident response that revealed nothing, the newcomer hurled the spear of light toward the demon.
At the same time, unseen in the shadows, a colossal fire-cloaked hound and a black robotic doppelgänger emerged, silently moving to rescue the fallen sorcerers.
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MC POV
I had been observing the battle for quite some time, making my own plans. The moment I realized I could no longer remain a mere spectator, I teleported in front of the sorcerer who was about to be eliminated and summoned my spear of light.
Without hesitation, I hurled the spear toward my opponent. As it traveled, it grew in size, radiating an even more powerful light. At its core, traces of a formidable flame lay hidden, glowing with the destructive intent of someone who wished to annihilate everything in their path.
Sensing the potential danger, my enemy unleashed a massive surge of demonic and magical energy to counter the attack.
From the very start of the clash, it became evident that he was overpowering my assault. But instead of panicking, I simply smiled. My right hand snapped its fingers while my left rested at the center of my forehead.
At that moment, the spear detonated, releasing an intense burst of light. Yet the true danger lay within its core.
Brilliant orange and red flames erupted from my attack, immediately consuming the demon's energy. The innate and overwhelming threat of the flames even made Blackheart exclaim in shock.
"How?! Even if it's only remnants of its potential, these flames don't just contain fire and light elements—they carry the essence of dragons, divine energy, and even the power of ancient gods?!"
However, his astonishment was soon interrupted by the agonized scream of one of his allies.
As he turned his head, increasing his energy to suppress the attack, an oppressive force—a dominating pressure and the aura of a divine beast—enveloped his body, momentarily hindering his movements.
And then, the second scream echoed.
Realizing the danger, Blackheart extended his right hand, his claw expanding with tendrils of powerful energy, immediately clashing with something.
"Oh? You're upset just because I took out your subordinates? How cruel."
I spoke with a soft smile.
Facing his claw was my sword, radiating silver and black energy—manifestations of my Soul Power and sword intent. Beside me, the demon's body slowly crumbled into ashes, every trace of his existence erased.
At this moment, only the two of us remained in this space.
The sorcerers had been evacuated by my summoned creatures, while his allies had either fallen to me or perished in the sorcerers' earlier assault.
"Shall we play?"
Grinning, I intensified my sword's energy and slashed through his aura, sending a sharp energy wave directly at Blackheart.