Chapter 24: Firefly’s Glow
The colossal skeleton became the final straw that shattered the Azure Frontline.
Where the Swarm King passed, stars crumbled. Its amethyst carapace shimmered with perilous beauty. Dragging the gargantuan bones, it lunged from the black hole and hurled them at the frontline. Defenses melted instantly under the skeletal onslaught.
The planetary shield lasted less than a second. Outposts vaporized. Molten Knight debris littered the void.
Gramr's outer rim collapsed into spatial turbulence. Black holes stormed the skies, draping the world in despair.
Citizens gazed upward at the Swarm-blotted heavens. Occasional silver streaks—the last knights—flickered briefly before being swallowed. Once they fell, slaughter would reign.
The apocalypse laid bare. Senators fled on prepped ships. Civilians numbed or broke.
An Ming wasn't a hero. Never aimed to be.
Just… give Liuying a future.
Her firefly glow had gifted him life. Now, his would burn for hers.
Flames erupted above Gramr. Inside the Molten Knight, An Ming closed his eyes—
"I… I definitely like An Ming!"
Liuying's blush, her trembling confession—it all surged back.
You understood love all along, didn't you?
Emotion ignited, fusing with the Blood of Propagation in the knight's core.
"Warning! Overload! Core temperature critical!"
"Synchronization Rate: 200%!"
The armor became his flesh. The dawnblade—once two-handed—now levitated effortlessly. Its edge blazed, painting the black sky with daybreak.
If the world darkens… I'll be its light.
He roared, charging the heavens—a lone star against the Swarm King's eclipse.
The frontline shattered. Molten Knight wrecks littered the void. Their wills lived on in him.
Flames arced, annihilating Swarm waves to ash.
Not enough.
"Warning! Weapon coolant failure!"
"Synchronization Rate: 300%!"
The Blood of Propagation boiled. Violet fire bled from the blade. Swarm detonated at its mere aura.
The King noticed.
Its scythe-limb cleaved the sky—a death sentence for Gramr.
"Critical damage! Armor integrity 30%!"
"Life signs fading!"
An Ming's sword shattered mid-swing.
No weapon. No hope.
Then—a flicker.
Green light pierced the gloom.
A silver knight streaked across the void—no sunlight needed.
Firefly.