“..meaningless.” He snarled fumes of pure vitriol as his free arm moved forward with terrifying simplicity. It was just a short-range punch delivered without flourish or visible exertion.

But the force behind it was nothing short of catastrophic.

The impact folded the atmosphere inward before ...

As Kinslayer’s lightning construct fractured the battlefield into looping bands of violent light, Hiroshi’s attention shifted at last toward the second Mazoku floating above the burning ruins of Qiyoto.

Yet Rao could not have seemed less interested in him.

The Executioner’s golden gaze remained ...

He fell like a blistering comet—or a cosmic gavel that struck Qiyoto with a force that echoed out to the waves of the Freshwater Sea.

The ground liquefied instantly beneath him as a cataclysmic detonation of pressure erupted outward.. The earth surged, folded, and shattered into molten upheaval as ...

"You are... bound still by notions such as fate or destiny," Kin said snidely, his eyes searching the ridges where his true opponent likely lurked. "These mantles you wear like proud badges are little more than... derivatives. Concepts put in place by beings who could make what they wanted a ...

“You…” Kinslayer’s voice was a low, tectonic rumble that seemed to vibrate the very stones of the battlefield. “Are quite the optimist, Hiroshi Yaarou.”

“That you believe there will be anyone left even to speak your name after today, let alone sing it,” Kinslayer continued, the air around him ...

"I was wondering when you were going to show your face," Kin said, his voice carrying clearly despite the roar of the winds.

The man descended, the passing gales peeling back the shadows of his cloak to reveal a face that belonged in the scrolls of legends, not the mud of the present.

"Hiroshi ...

The sky ruptured beneath its descent as the molten leviathan tore downward with slithering grace and catastrophic force. It was a landslide given wings—a colossus of molten energy and stolen souls, writhing with horrifying wails. And the mighty creature crashed into the Yaarou battalion with an ...

As the Nether Serpent descended on the city of Qiyoto, the first thing to fall to its wrath was the sun..

Sunlight, artificial light… all of it vanished from Qiyoto in an instant—snuffed out as though the world itself had been plunged beneath an ocean of ink. The glow of neon districts, the shimmer ...

( Continued From Here )


The air over Qiyoto had changed.

Though, there were no visible signs—no storm gathered, no shadow loomed across its skyline—but something beneath perception had shifted. A pressure. A quiet, suffocating awareness that settled into the bones of those who called the city ...

he descent into the lower chambers began in silence, no different than the first time the four of them approached the vault concealing the disgraced sorcerer. However, this time around, the halls were markedly colder. So much so that frost had formed along the enchanted walls of the descending ...