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[Grey's POV]

The flames roared around me, consuming half of the plaza in Talulah's relentless inferno, while my ice struggled to keep the other half from melting into oblivion. I dashed toward her, my axe gripped tightly in my hands, magic circles of Ice Fire igniting beneath my feet as I moved. The moment I was within reach, she swung her sword at my neck with inhuman speed—but I was faster. Ducking beneath the deadly arc, I retaliated with a sharp upward slash, my axe biting into her cheek and drawing a thin line of blood.

Talulah barely flinched.

Her counterattack was merciless. Her blade pierced through my shoulder, slicing clean through flesh and bone before exiting the other side. My vision blurred for a moment, but I gritted my teeth and fought through the pain. I slammed an Ice Fire circle onto the ground, freezing her leg in place while simultaneously sealing some of my wounds.

[HP: 1000/903]

She responded instantly, blasting the ice apart with a fiery eruption. But my moment of distraction had done its job—I launched another brutal swing toward her chest. She twisted at the last second, avoiding a fatal blow, but my axe still carved a deep wound into her side.

Talulah staggered, blood staining her uniform. Then, with a furious snarl, she sealed her injury shut with her own fire, her rage boiling over. Flames exploded from her body, gathering into a swirling, molten hurricane.

[Grey]: Impressive,

I muttered under my breath, my breath turning to frost in the heat.

[Grey]: But let's see whose storm is stronger.

I summoned my own hurricane, an unrelenting storm of Ice Fire, its howling winds crackling with frozen embers. The two devastating forces collided in the center of the battlefield—

—And then the world shattered.

The resulting explosion tore through the city, shaking the very foundations of the plaza. I was flung through the air like a ragdoll, crashing violently against a broken pillar. My body was in shambles—clothes tattered, bones out of place, ribs exposed. My vision flickered as I struggled to regain my bearings.

[HP: 1000/123]

[Mana: 1500/45]

Talulah wasn't in much better shape. One of her horns was gone, her left arm shattered beyond recognition, bones jutting out grotesquely. And yet, she still stood, glaring at me with burning eyes.

[Talulah]: Why do you stand in the way of our noble cause?

she demanded.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned.

[Grey]: Are you giving up already? So tell me—is your fire truly hotter, or is my ice colder, you b####?! SHOW ME!

She screamed in fury and lunged at me again. But before I could react—

—Pain.

A deep, soul-crushing agony spread through my body as I activated Magic Breath at its maximum output. A warning flashed across my mind.

[WARNING: If you use Magic Breath at max power, you will be infected with Oripathy. Your magic veins may be damaged.]

Do it.

[You have contracted Oripathy.]

[Oripathy Level: 40%]

[Mana: 1700/1700]

[HP: 800/400]

A terrible black corruption spread across my arm, jagged rocks forming along my flesh. My left leg turned to stone, and my vision darkened as one of my eyes crumbled to dust. Gasps rang out across the battlefield—even Talulah took a step back, her flames dimming.

She was saying something, but I could barely hear her.

Finally, my hearing returned.

[Talulah]: Why…?"

she murmured.

[Talulah]: Why fight for them? Why help him if you're one of us? You're infected.

A weak chuckle escaped my lips. Time to bulls##t my way out of this.

[Grey]: My tribe lived in peace,

I began, my voice hoarse but unwavering.

[Grey]: Until another tribe slaughtered them all. I was the only survivor. And to survive… I had to eat their corpses.

Talulah's eyes widened.

[Grey]: I hunted that tribe down,

I continued.

[Grey]: I ate every single one of them—young and old. Just as they did to my people.

I spat blood onto the scorched ground.

[Grey]: And yet, after all that, my life was meaningless. Until he found me.

I pointed toward the Doctor.

[Grey]: Until they gave me a reason to fight.

I gestured toward my comrades, whose gunfire and battle cries filled the distance.

[Grey]: So tell me, Talulah.

I forced myself to stand, despite the overwhelming pain.

[Grey]: Why the f### would I fight for some terrorists when I can fight for my savior?

Her expression hardened.

Good. Look at me, Talulah. Focus on me.

The battle wasn't over yet.

I summoned my Ice Fire magic circles once more, but before I could finish—

—Two figures appeared before me.

FrostNova. Crownslayer.

F###.

[Oripathy Level: 60%]

[Mana: 2000/2000]

[HP: 400/400]

The infection was spreading faster.

My body was growing heavier. My remaining arm felt like lead.

[Magic Breath has been stopped.]

I barely had time to process before a familiar voice cut through the battlefield.

[???]: Step aside,"

a calm but firm voice declared.

[???]: The white donkey is mine.

I blinked.

FrostNova snapped her head toward him.

[FrostNova]: What did you just call me?

Noah smirked, his blood-red sword forming in his hands. 

[Noah]: Miss Donkey, if you want this girl, you'll have to go through me first.

He tore open a blood bag, and the liquid formed into a jagged crimson blade.

[Noah]: This sword is made from the blood of sinners,

he murmured.

[Noah]: And yours will be added to it.

[Arakan's POV]

I faced Patriot. The last pure-blooded Wendigo. A warrior of legend.

He raised his shield and halberd, towering over me like an unstoppable fortress. But I was not here to fall.

I surged forward, my blade slicing through the air. It met his shield—

—And cut through it.

His eyes narrowed, unfazed. He thrust his halberd at me, and in a blink—

My sword shattered.

A moment of silence.

Then, I grinned.

Slowly, I placed my hand near my rib cage—and a new sword grew from my very bones.

Patriot's eyes widened slightly.

[Arakan]: I am Arakan Daichi, The last of the Hone Clan.

He straightened, his voice deep and solemn. 

[Patriot]: I am Buldrokkas'tee. The last pure-blooded Wendigo. And I am called Patriot.

Our battle resumed.

Steel clashed against steel, the earth quaked beneath our feet, and neither of us yielded. But then—

BOOM.

An explosion of fire and ice erupted behind us. I risked a glance—

Grey. Barely standing. Talulah. Bloody and broken.

And then—

I smiled.

A shadow loomed behind me.

[Arakan]: You're late, Akako Akemi, Supreme General."

The tides of war had shifted.

[End of Chapter]