The winds howled as they blew through the deserted wastelands, carrying the metallic scent of blood in it's cloud of dust. The battlefield stretched endlessly, littered with corpses and dying warriors struggling to cling to life. The echoes of war spilled red across the land.
It all began with the emergence of the Towers, their unknown forces launching relentless attacks upon the world. The demons, seeking to merge all Realms into one, tore through the dimensional cracks and unleashed destruction upon Elhime and the the other realms.
Five realm had already fallen to their assault, merging into a single larger realm with only 4 remaining Elhime, the Dragon realm, the Murim, and The Dead Valley.
Now, amidst the slaughter, a single scream of agony pierced through the storm.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Baron lets out a gut-wrenching scream in pain, his voice raw as his arm was torn from his body. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking the earth beneath him. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in to the unbearable pain. Standing before him, towering over four meters tall, was the 110th Demon King.
The monstrous being had a body similar to an ogre, its muscles bulging, beneath dark, scaly skin. Its crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as it lifted Baron effortlessly by his throat, dangling him like a broken doll.
"HAHAHA!" The Demon King's voice roared like thunder. "Give up, human! You cannot win! Give up, and I might just let you live."
Baron struggled, to breath. His vision blurred, but his determination did not waver. Through gritted teeth, he spat out his response "You… will never… beat us… you damn DEMON!"
The Demon King mocked him, tightening his grip. "You think you can stand against the Demon God?" The Demon King laughed.
"HAHAHA! You fool! I am the weakest of the Demon Lords! Even if you somehow manage to defeat me, there are 110 more waiting for you—each stronger than the last!"
Baron's gaze never faltered. He knew fear, but he refused to surrender to it.
The demon's amusement faded. "Tch! You're not fun at all." With a growl of irritation, the Demon King slammed Baron into the ground.
"UGH-AAAHH!" Pain wracked his body as his bones cracked upon impact.
The Demon King loomed over him, lifting his massive battle-axe. "You would have made a fine servant. Too bad you chose your own death."
As the axe came swinging down, Baron closed his eyes. He thought of his fallen comrades, the friends he had lost in battle. In his last moments, he thought of his wife, Emma who was carrying his unborn child. He closed his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek.
"I'm sorry, Emma…"
KLANG!
A powerful shockwave erupted as something stopped the Demon King's strike. The battlefield trembled under an immense pressure. The air grew heavy..
The Demon King staggered back, his feet sinking into the ground under the weight of an unknown force. Baron, barely conscious, forced himself to look up.
A figure stood before him.
He was tall—around 190 cm—with broad shoulders and a strong, well-defined physique. Yet, despite his build, his face appeared to be of someone no older than sixteen. His clothes were tattered, drenched in blood, but he stood firm, radiating an overwhelming presence.
"A… kid?" Baron muttered in disbelief, his eyes wide open.
The newcomer turned his head slightly, his expression were unreadable. "Sorry, I'm late. Ran into some unexpected guests on the way." He tossed a bag toward Baron. "High-rank healing potions. Use them! Save as many as you can!"
Baron caught the bag with trembling hands. He could see it clearly now—this man had fought through hordes of demons to get here. And yet, he looked unfazed.
"HOW DARE A HUMA—!" The Demon King's roar was cut short as the boy's foot slammed into his gut, sending him hurtling across the battlefield. He crashed through debris, carving a deep trench in the blood-soaked earth.
The young man dusted off his boot, sighing. "Damn! Your breath stinks Dude!"
The Demon King's body trembled with rage. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU DAMN HUMAN!" His dark aura surged violently, coating the battlefield in an oppressive dark aura.
Yet, the young man took a step forward, completely unfazed.
"Bruh! Do you even have what it takes?" The boy said nonchalently
The air grew heavy. A single word followed, like a decree from a higher being.
"KNEEL."
The Demon King collapsed.
"Wha—?!" The Demon king panicked, his body refused to obey. He struggled, but his limbs wouldn't move. He frozen, as an overwhelming force crushing his very essence.
The young man tilted his head. "Oww! Look at you- Your instincts are screaming at you, aren't they?"
The Demon King's let out a roar in rage, but then, he saw them—those eyes.
Slitted pupils. Golden irises that shimmered like molten fire. The eyes of a dragon.
A shiver ran down his spine. Without thinking, he leapt back, jumping over a hundred meters in a single bound.
But it was too late.
By the time he landed, the young man was already there, waiting for him. The Demon King barely had time to react before his attacker vanished again—no, he was too fast to follow.
A sharp pain erupted in his neck.
His vision spun, it was as if the whole world had turned upside down.
Then, he saw it—his own body standing headless, his blood painting the battlefield in crimson.
The young man caught the severed head, staring into its eyes. "What were you thinking? You were already dead the moment you looked into my eyes."
He dropped the head abruptly, before turning back to Baron.
Though Baron was one of the strongest knights of the continent, he was left speechless. He had seen countless battles, faced terrifying foes, but never had he witnessed such overwhelming dominance. By a kid at that.
"Who… are you?" Baron managed to whisper.
The young man extended a hand, his expression calm yet firm.
"Ashborn..... Ashborn Dragonheart."