Hector, still weak and being helped up by Valeri is angry and boiling, he screams at Lucien, "PERCEVAL IM GOING TO KILL YOU IF ITS THE ONLY THING I EVER DO" Hector retorted, his voice so loud, it makes Valeri churn, Logan, Tries to Attack Lucien in a fit of rage but his blade shifts its weight again, logan not paying heed in his anger, attempts to Resist this weight shift which causes the blade to Keep up its Weight increase until It finally Reaches Lucien, but Lucien Catches the blade easily. This in turn dislocated Logans shoulder, causing him to shudder and wail in pain. But as he looks at Lucien and his blade, he notices Lucien Looking at him but also how Lucien still has the blade within his grasp. He knows the weight shift can only be controlled through the hilt of the blade and he knows his personal record for Lifting is 870lbs. A force strong enough to dislocate his shoulder would need to be atleast double that. If Luciens wrist strength alone is Double Logans strength,wondering just how strong Lucien was made him shudder. Meanwhile Hector screamed at Gale "You don't have to hold back anymore". Gale, still shocked and Wide eyed, silently raised her hands, her right towards Hector and the left towards Lucien , tears in her eyes as their colours began to change. Lucien smiled, And then turned to Hector saying, "at first I'd assumed you gave her what your sister had" Lucien said, taunting. "but now I see she had was something even more interesting." His smirk and cheeky comments flipped Hector, "Keep my sisters name out of your mouth Perceval" Hector spat back, his injuries beginning to heal. "Oh so you do remember. I was afraid I'd become a forgotten relic in that angry little mind of yours." Lucien replied, but in the next second, he jolted back, slicing at the air. "As expected of the Devils nurse, I could've died if I didn't have this blade" the Devils nurse was a blessing and a curse, literally, it had no effect on the user but in one eye, it held the power to heal and in the other the power to decay. Her healing Eye could guve buffs heal any injury depending on her mana and even replenish lose mana. On the other Eye, held only one power, destruction, the power to decay and break down anything she wished to Destroy within her peripheral vision.
The battlefield was a wasteland of ash and ruin. The ground, once solid, was charred and broken, littered with craters from past devastation. Smoke twisted into the air, curling around the four figures standing at the heart of the destruction.
Lucien stood alone.
No weapons. No armor. Only bare hands, blazing flames, and the indomitable power that had slaughtered countless before them. His body was carved with scars, a testament to his battles, his jet-black hair slicked back with sweat and blood. His stance was loose, yet coiled like a predator, his eyes glowing molten gold beneath the ember-lit sky.
Facing him were three warriors—tired, battered, but ready.
Hector, the Wind Dragon warrior. His armor was cracked, his hands bloody, but he held his weapon tight, its gale-forged steel shimmering with spiraling winds. His stance was measured, sharp, reminiscent of a man who had lost too much to allow hesitation.
Logan, the Sword of Harigold. A knight without rest, his blade gleamed beneath the flickering embers, his style shifting, slowly molding itself into the echoes of the man he once followed. His movements were methodical, relentless, a warrior seeking to honor the dead by carving their legacy into his own hands.
And lastly,
Valeri. No weapons. No hesitation. Only a mind consumed by rage and a body fueled by endurance and fury. He had fought Lucien before, countlessly. And He had survived him. And he was about to prove that his survival meant more than luck.
Behind them, Gale's hands glowed with soft white light, her face strained as she poured her energy into keeping their battered bodies from falling apart. Armand stood far behind, arms crossed, watching. He would not interfere.
The air between them trembled. Lucien exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders, and took a single step forward.
"Come."
And they did.
Logan moved first.
His sword flashed, cutting through the smoke, his feet steady, disciplined—an approach honed in war. His blade aimed for Lucien's ribs, a test of reach, speed, and reaction.
Lucien did not dodge.
He stepped into it.
His left forearm ignited, flames twisting around his skin. Instead of retreating, he parried the blade with his bare flesh, the impact ringing out like steel on steel.
Then he struck.
Lucien's right knee rocketed upward, slamming into Logan's stomach—a crushing, explosive force.
Logan's armor buckled, the wind ripped from his lungs, but he gritted his teeth and retaliated—
Hector was already moving.
A spear thrust.
Fast. Precise. A killing blow.
Lucien barely turned his head—but his foot lifted, intercepting the spear's shaft in a precise, brutal axe-kick. Sparks erupted from the impact as the force sent Hector skidding back, but his grip remained firm. Wind spiraled from his feet, correcting his balance mid-motion.
Lucien, mid-air, did not hesitate.
He twisted his body, a flaming back-kick lashed out toward Logan, his heel crashing toward his head like a meteor—
Intercepted.
Lucien's ankle was caught mid-motion.
By Valeri. Lucien's golden gaze met his. Valeri's grip tightened, his body tensed, And then he twisted sharply.
Lucien's entire body was yanked sideways, thrown into the air, redirected like a ragdoll.
Aikido.
A seamless redirection of power.
Lucien, airborne, barely managed to flip himself,
And Hector was already there.
A second thrust, this time aiming for the heart.
Lucien did the only thing he could.
He caught the spear mid-flight.
Flesh burned as his palm closed around the spiraling winds, his fingers crushing the metal with sheer strength.
But it stopped him for half a second too long.
Logan struck from behind.
His sword whipped forward, slashing for Lucien's exposed back—
Lucien dropped his stance completely.
His body collapsed into a crouch, ducking beneath the blade, flames coiling around his shoulders—
And then he exploded upward.
A flying uppercut, flames bursting outward from his knuckles—
The strike connected.
Logan's jaw snapped back, blood splattering as he was sent crashing through the dirt.
Lucien turned, And Valeri was already in his face.
No weapons. No hesitation. Only hands.
A direct palm strike shot forward, aiming for Lucien's throat,
Lucien shifted, twisting his torso just enough to evade.
But Valeri was faster.
His other hand snapped up, his fingers coiling into a tight chokehold.
Lucien's throat was caught.
And then,
Wind burst outward.
A raw, erratic gust—Valeri's unstable control of air compressed the space between them, making Lucien momentarily weightless.
Lucien grinned.
Instead of breaking the hold, he retaliated with a knee.
Straight to Valeri's gut.
CRACK.
Valeri's grip loosened for half a second.
And Lucien capitalized.
A sudden torquing motion—he spun his body, his right elbow slamming into Valeri's temple, sending him flying backward.
But—
Hector and Logan were already back.
Lucien had barely regained his stance when Hector and Logan attacked in unison.
Hector's spear lashed out, a phantom blur of wind, while Logan's blade mirrored the same timing, a flawless dance of offense.
Lucien's body blurred.
He weaved.
One step back. A spear grazed his ribs.
A side-step. A blade passed inches from his throat.
His body twisted. A fist lashed out—
But Logan, now mimicking Harigold, barely dodged, his movements eerily similar to the man Hector once trusted most.
Lucien's smirk widened.
Then Logan adjusted.
A feint—his sword dropped, but his knee shot forward—Lucien dodged—
But Hector was already there.
A downward spear thrust.
Lucien caught it.
Fire erupted from his grip, burning against the wind-forged steel, but Hector pressed forward, refusing to let go.
Lucien gritted his teeth.
Then, a whisper of wind.
Valeri.
Lucien turned—
And a fist crashed into his jaw.
BOOM.
Lucien staggered.
Hector saw the moment of weakness—
And drove his spear deeper.
Blood splattered onto the ground.
Lucien grinned.
He gripped the shaft of the spear,
And snapped it in half.
Lucien's flames detonated outward.
The sheer force sent all three warriors flying.
Valeri skidded across the dirt, his shoulder dislocating from the impact.
Hector cursed, his now broken spear useless in his hands, however faust came to his rescue, he imbued a green wind energy to the blade, Repairing it but leaving a warning to Hector to be careful as any more of this energy would kill him and potentially kill Faust as he would be moving into Hector's body to recuperate his energy and help him last longer.
Logan forced himself up, wiping blood from his mouth, his grip tightening on his blade.
Lucien stood at the center, his breath uneven, his flames coiling wildly around his body.
He touched his lip, seeing the blood.
And he laughed.
"Not bad."
Valeri forced himself up, his body screaming in agony.
Hector gritted his teeth, reforming his stance.Logan simply lifted his sword.Lucien cracked his neck, lowering into a loose stance once more. "Again?"No hesitation.They charged.
And the battle continued.
The battlefield was drenched in blood and sweat. The scent of charred earth and burning steel hung thick in the air, mingling with the steady drip of blood from wounds that refused to close.
Lucien stood at the center of it all—unarmed, untamed, unbroken. His flames crackled like an enraged beast, their heat distorting the very air around him. His golden eyes glowed beneath his sweat-slicked hair, his expression somewhere between exhilaration and sheer carnage.
Before him, Logan, Valeri, and Hector stood their ground, though their bodies screamed in protest.
They were weaker than before.
And Lucien knew it.
His stance shifted, no wasted movement, no hesitation. He moved like a predator among prey, his presence swallowing everything in its wake.
And then—
He attacked.
Flames and Fury
Lucien's body blurred forward.
Logan reacted first, his sword cutting through the air in a downward arc, aiming to carve straight through Lucien's unprotected flesh—
But Lucien was already inside his guard.
A precise low sweep, his leg smashing against Logan's knee—
Logan's footing crumbled, his body stumbling forward involuntarily.
Lucien's right elbow shot up—
And collided with Logan's chin.
CRACK.
The knight was lifted off his feet, his head snapping back violently, blood spurting from his mouth before he hit the dirt hard.
But before Lucien could finish him—
Hector's spear came for his throat.
A lightning-fast thrust, wind twisting around the weapon, making the attack twice as fast, twice as sharp.
Lucien tilted his head just enough—
The spear grazed his cheek.
Before Hector could pull back, Lucien's right hand latched onto the shaft.
A single, earth-shattering yank.
Hector was ripped forward against his will, And Lucien's flaming knee slammed into his stomach.
BOOM.
Hector choked on his breath, his armor cracking inward, his feet leaving the ground for a brief moment before he was sent flying.
Valeri lunged in next.
A flurry of open-palm strikes, each seamless, fluid, merciless.
Lucien dodged, Once. Twice. A shift. A sidestep. His foot pushed off the ground—And his spinning backfist connected cleanly with Valeri's temple. A brutal impact— Valeri's world spun violently before he collapsed to one knee, struggling to keep consciousness. Lucien exhaled, rolling his shoulders, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Even now, he hadn't been hit properly. They were getting slower.
Weaker.He turned his gaze, And saw why.
Gale.
She was on her knees, hands trembling, blood trickling from her mouth. The faint glow of mana wrapped around her body, but it was flickering erratically, unstable, overstretched.
Her breath came in sharp gasps, her expression blank with exhaustion—but it was the look in her eyes that struck Logan and Valeri with something deeper than pain.
Terror.
Her lips trembled as she muttered something to herself, over and over, her hands pressing against the dirt as if trying to anchor herself in reality.
"Why is he here…?"
Logan's heartbeat slowed.
Valeri's entire body stiffened.
Lucien saw the moment of distraction,
And took advantage of it.
He rushed in.
A low sweep, taking Valeri's legs out from under him.
At the same time, his left fist smashed into Logan's already bruised ribs—a sickening crunch rang out as Logan was sent reeling backward.
Lucien didn't stop.
He grabbed Valeri mid-fall, twisted his body, and launched him straight into Logan.
The two crashed together in a heap, tumbling through the dirt, groaning in pain.
Lucien exhaled slowly, straightening his posture.
This was over.
The only one still standing was Hector.
And he knew it.
Gale was still shaking.
Her fists clenched, her shoulders trembling, her breath unsteady.
Her eyes—haunted.
"Why didn't he leave us alone…?"
The words were barely above a whisper, but Logan heard them.
So did Valeri.
And it made their blood run cold.
"Gale." Logan forced himself to stand, teeth gritted against the pain, stepping toward her. "What do you mean? Why are you—"
But Hector's voice cut through the battlefield like a whip.
"Gale! Focus on me!"
She flinched.
He stood firm, his body bruised, beaten, but unwavering.
"Heal only me."
Her breath hitched.
*"No—" Logan started, but Hector turned sharply toward him, eyes blazing. "Shut up."
Valeri staggered, still dazed, struggling to process what was happening.
"If she keeps healing all of us, she'll die." Hector's voice was harsh, demanding. "She needs to focus everything on me. I'll face him alone."
Gale froze.
Her tears streamed silently, the sheer weight of exhaustion and terror overwhelming her.
"I—I can't—"
"Do it!" Hector shouted.
For the first time, true panic filled his voice.
And that—more than anything—made her react.
She snapped back to reality.
Her hands shook, but she lifted them
And channeled everything she had into him.
Hector's wounds began to seal, his breath steadying, his body feeling lighter despite the fatigue threatening to drag him down.
Lucien tilted his head.
For the first time in the battle, his expression changed.
He smirked.
"Interesting."
Gale was still crying.
Still muttering.
"Why is he here…?"
Valeri, breathing hard, grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Gale, what the hell do you mean? Who is he?!"
Her fingers dug into his arms, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"He shouldn't be here."
Her breathing hitched.
Her fingers curled tight against his armor.
"He was supposed to be gone."
Valeri's heartbeat slammed against his ribs.
Logan, his own exhaustion momentarily forgotten, stared at her with growing dread.
"Who?"
She lifted her head slowly, her face pale, her lips quivering—
And then, her voice broke.
"Lucien."
She turned her tear-streaked face toward the man standing across from them, her body trembling so violently it looked as if she would break apart.
"Why is he here? Why didn't he leave us alone?"
For the first time since the battle began, Lucien's golden eyes flickered with something unreadable.
And then, He stepped forward.
"Alright, Hector."
His knuckles cracked.
"Show me if you can kill a god."