The air itself seemed to tremble.
A scorching heat spread across the battlefield as Maloch slowly stepped forward, his massive frame radiating terrifying pressure.
Flames coiled around his body like living serpents, each breath he took distorting the space around him.
His power…
Had reached an overwhelming, monstrous peak.
Beside him stood Veera—calm, elegant, yet far more dangerous than she appeared.
Unlike Maloch’s explosive force, her presence was silent… suffocating.
Invisible threads of control spread from her fingertips, as if the battlefield itself had already fallen under her command.
Power and control.
Fire and manipulation.
Together… they formed a perfect counter.
A counter to Ut 2.
Ut 2 stood still.
But her eyes—
Burned.
A deep, uncontrollable fury surged within her, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
She clenched her fists.
Not again…
She would not allow it.
She would never let the nightmare of her younger sibling being captured repeat itself.
Never.
From the side, Ut 7 watched the scene unfold and let out a quiet sigh.
“I knew it…”
Her gaze shifted between the two sides, already sensing what was coming next.
This wasn’t going to end peacefully.
Not anymore.
Veera’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Her gaze slid toward Ut 7—sharp, calculating, almost playful.
A predator… observing prey.
Maloch, however, showed no such subtlety.
Instead—
He looked… excited.
A grin slowly spread across his face, filled with battle intent.
“So… you’re Ut 2?”
His voice rumbled like distant thunder.
“I’ve heard of your name for a long time.”
He tightened his grip on his weapon, flames surging violently around him.
“We’re both of the fire element…”
His eyes gleamed.
“This should be interesting.”
He took another step forward.
“Please… enlighten me.”
That was it.
The final spark.
Ut 2’s aura exploded.
Her anger surged violently, like countless stimulants injected directly into her veins.
The ground beneath her feet cracked, heat waves spreading outward in all directions.
Her breathing grew heavier.
Her eyes… colder.
Without another word—
She reached behind her.
Maloch’s pupils narrowed.
Veera’s expression sharpened.
Both of them tensed instantly.
They had heard the rumors.
Ut 2 possessed a treasure.
A weapon… terrifying enough to shake even the strongest.
They prepared themselves.
Every nerve in their bodies on edge.
Then—
Ut 2 pulled it out.
Silence.
A… frying pan.
The battlefield froze for a second.
Maloch blinked.
Veera’s smile stiffened.
“…What?”
The disappointment on their faces was impossible to hide.
Was this a joke?
But before either of them could react—
Ut 2 moved.
She vanished.
A blur.
A streak of fire shooting upward into the sky.
In the next instant—
She appeared above Maloch.
Her arm swung down.
CLANG!!!
The frying pan collided with Maloch’s sword.
A deafening metallic explosion echoed across the battlefield.
A shockwave erupted outward, shattering the ground beneath them.
Maloch’s body trembled.
His feet sank slightly into the earth.
For a brief moment—
He was pushed back.
Silence fell again.
But this time—
It was different.
Maloch slowly lifted his head.
Then—
He laughed.
Loud.
Wild.
Excited.
“Hahahaha!”
His eyes burned with madness.
“As expected of Ut 2!”
He straightened his body, flames erupting even more violently.
“Your strength… is truly impressive.”
“I admire it.”
He paused.
Then his smile turned sharp.
Dangerous.
“But…”
A surge of killing intent burst forth.
“It’s still not enough.”
Boom!!!
The battlefield exploded.
Flames clashed against flames.
Explosions echoed endlessly.
The ground cracked, the air twisted, and the sky itself seemed to darken under the pressure of their powers.
Veera raised her hand—
Invisible forces spread instantly, locking down space, attempting to suppress Ut 2’s movements.
At the same time—
Maloch charged forward like a raging beast, his blade engulfed in blazing fire.
Ut 2 didn’t retreat.
She stepped forward.
Her frying pan… ignited.
A deep crimson flame burst forth.
Three figures.
Three forces.
Colliding.
From afar, Ut 7 watched silently.
“This is bad…”
Because this wasn’t just a fight anymore.
This…
Was the beginning.
A war.
On one side—
Ut’s faction.
On the other—
The mysterious organization.
The flames rose higher.
The battlefield trembled.
And the outcome…
Remained unknown.
The battlefield trembled.
Heat surged like a living tide, distorting the air, bending the very space between breaths.
Flames roared wildly around Maloch, coiling and expanding, turning him into a walking inferno.
His power had reached a terrifying peak.
Every step he took left scorched marks on the ground.
Every movement carried destructive force.
Across from him—
Ut 2 stood unmoving.
But the stillness was deceiving.
Inside her…
A storm was raging.
Her eyes burned with suppressed fury.
Not chaotic.
Not reckless.
But controlled.
Dangerously controlled.
Behind her, thousands of her clan members stood in silence.
Fear.
Tension.
Hope.
All mixed together.
And at the very front—
Ut 7.
She didn’t move.
Didn’t step forward.
Didn’t speak.
She only stood there…
Guarding.
Shielding.
Protecting the countless people behind her.
Because she knew—
This battle…
Was not one she could interfere in.
“I knew it would come to this…” Ut 7 murmured softly.
Maloch lifted his sword.
Flames surged violently along its blade.
A grin slowly spread across his face.
Excitement.
Battle hunger.
Madness.
“All this talk about you…”
He pointed his sword at Ut 2.
“Let me see if you’re truly worthy.”
BOOM!!!
He moved.
A single step—
And the ground exploded.
Maloch swung his sword downward with overwhelming force.
The blade tore through the air, dragging a massive arc of fire behind it like a falling meteor.
Ut 2 didn’t dodge.
She raised her weapon—
A frying pan.
CLANG!!!
The impact echoed like thunder.
A shockwave blasted outward, flattening everything in its path.
Ut 2’s body slid backward—
Meters.
Then dozens of meters.
The ground beneath her feet cracked continuously as she was pushed back.
But—
She didn’t fall.
Her arms trembled slightly.
Her eyes remained steady.
She had blocked it.
All of it.
Maloch’s grin widened.
“Good!”
Without hesitation—
He swung again.
Faster.
Heavier.
More violent.
CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!!!
Each strike came like a tidal wave.
Each impact shook the battlefield.
Ut 2 continued to defend—
Step by step—
Sliding backward—
But never breaking.
Never collapsing.
Her arms were numb.
Her breathing grew heavier.
But she endured.
Every strike.
Every force.
She took them all.
Then—
Something shifted.
A cold presence.
From behind.
Ut 2’s eyes flickered.
Too late—
Veera appeared like a phantom.
Her lips curved into a sinister smile.
“You’re focused on the wrong opponent…”
A wave of dark energy burst from her fingertips.
And in the next instant—
The sky darkened.
Thousands—
No—
Tens of thousands—
Of bats erupted into existence.
A swarm.
A black storm.
They shrieked as they descended upon Ut 2, surrounding her from every direction.
Blocking vision.
Restricting movement.
Ut 2 swung her pan—
BOOM!
Dozens of bats were destroyed.
But more came.
Endless.
Relentless.
They clawed at her.
Bit at her.
Interfered with every movement.
For the first time—
Ut 2 was forced into a difficult position.
She frowned.
Her anger rose.
But her mind remained clear.
What did we even do…?
She didn’t understand.
Didn’t know why—
These people—
This organization—
Kept coming.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Targeting her family.
Her clan.
Her home.
Her grip tightened.
Why…?
A flicker of rage flashed across her eyes.
But she suppressed it.
Forced it down.
Because she knew—
If she lost control—
Everything behind her would be destroyed.
Behind her—
Ut 7 clenched her fists.
But she didn’t move.
She couldn’t.
Couldn’t step in.
Couldn’t interfere.
All she could do…
Was stand there.
And protect the thousands behind her.
The battlefield grew more chaotic.
Maloch saw his chance.
His eyes gleamed.
“Now!”
He raised his sword high.
Flames condensed violently around it.
Forming a massive burning blade that stretched toward the sky.
Then—
He swung.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The attack descended like a falling sun.
Ut 2’s vision was still blocked by the swarm of bats.
Her movement restricted.
Her senses disrupted.
But—
She didn’t hesitate.
She stepped forward.
Her frying pan ignited.
A deep crimson flame burst forth.
Unlike Maloch’s chaotic inferno—
Her flames were dense.
Heavy.
Compressed.
She swung upward.
CLANG—!!!
The two forces collided.
Fire against fire.
Power against power.
The explosion shook the entire battlefield.
The sky itself seemed to split.
The swarm of bats was blown apart.
The flames scattered wildly.
Ut 2 stood at the center—
Breathing heavily.
Her clothes were slightly torn.
Her arms trembling.
But—
She was still standing.
Maloch landed heavily on the ground.
His eyes burned with excitement.
“Hahaha…!”
“Now this… is a fight!”
Veera hovered behind him, her expression slightly more serious now.
“Interesting…”
Her gaze locked onto Ut 2.
“She’s stronger than expected.”
Ut 2 didn’t respond.
Her eyes were cold.
Focused.
She lifted her weapon again.
The frying pan.
Still simple.
Still absurd.
But now—
No one dared to laugh.
Because they had seen it.
Felt it.
Understood it.
That weapon—
Was not a joke.
The air grew heavy.
The tension reached its peak.
On one side—
Ut 2.
Standing alone.
Protecting everything behind her.
On the other—
Maloch and Veera.
Power and control.
Destruction and manipulation.
The flames rose higher.
The battlefield cracked further.
And somewhere in the distance—
The invisible threads of a greater war began to tighten.
This battle—
Was only the beginning.
The war between Ut’s faction and the mysterious organization… has officially begun.
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So who do you think will win?
~End~