Some shouting loud enough for the entire settlement to hear.
A new life had entered the world.
Meanwhile… Back on the Battlefield
Far from the celebration—
Where the ground was still scorched and broken—
Space twisted.
A rift opened.
From it—
A figure stepped through.
👑 Demon King vercold Noctis
He dragged a long, black blade behind him.
The edge scraped against the ground—
A slow, grating sound that echoed across the empty battlefield.
“F***ing mortals…”
His voice was low.
Cold.
“Inconceivable.”
He walked forward.
Unhurried.
Unstoppable.
Ahead—
The outer gate of the settlement stood guarded.
A small group of knights stepped forward, weapons raised.
“Halt! Identify your—”
They never finished.
A single motion.
The blade moved.
Silence followed.
Their bodies fell where they stood.
Cut down before they could even react.
Blood stained the ground. vercold didn’t even look at them.
He kept walking.
Toward the gate.
“F***ing humans…”
His voice carried faintly in the air.
“All of them…”
A pause.
“Disgusting.”
With one step—
He reached the gate.
And with another—
He began to push through.
The first knight fell.
Then the second.
Then silence.
A heartbeat later—
GONG.
The alarm bell rang out across the settlement.
Loud.
Relentless.
“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!”
A voice thundered through the village.
“Alert everyone! Battle stations—NOW!”
The celebration shattered.
Joy vanished in an instant.
People moved without hesitation.
Warriors armed themselves
Cultivators rushed forward
Allies who had just been laughing now ran toward the gate At the front—
Jake Kent.
His expression hardened instantly.
“Move!”
He surged forward with the others.
The gates exploded inward.
Wood splintered.
Dust and debris filled the air.
Through the destruction—
A single figure stepped forward.
👑 Demon King vercold Noctis
His blade dragged behind him, scraping against stone with a slow, chilling sound.
“F***ing mortals…”
A low laugh followed.
Cold.
Cruel.
“Like moths to a flame…”
“I will slaughter every single one of you.”
The defenders rushed forward—
But then—
He stopped.
His gaze shifted.
Locked onto someone in the crowd.
A young woman stood at the front.
Unmoving.
Unafraid.
For the first time—
The Demon King’s expression twisted with something else.
“…Nyra.”
The name cut through the battlefield.
“What the f*** are you doing here…”
His voice dropped, dangerous.
“…with these insignificant creatures?”
Silence spread.
No one moved.
Nyra stepped forward.
Calm.
Resolute.
“Father… stop this.” vercold’s eyes burned.
“You are of noble blood.”
Each word hit harder than the last.
“How dare you mingle with such filthy, lowly commoners?”
Nyra didn’t flinch.
“They are not what you think,” she said firmly.
“They are my friends.”
A pause.
Then— vercold spat onto the ground.
“They have corrupted you.”
His grip tightened on his blade.
“I will purge you as well.”
The air warped.
Pressure surged.
Jake stepped forward instinctively—
But he was too late. vercold moved.
His blade rose—
Then came down.
A single strike.
Power exploded outward.
The ground shattered.
Buildings cracked.
People were thrown back like leaves in a storm.
Screams filled the air—
But then—
A barrier ignited.
A radiant force field erupted from Nyra, expanding outward just enough—
Just enough—
To shield those behind her.
The attack crashed against it.
Cracks spread across the barrier.
Light flickered.
But it held.
Barely.
Dust settled. vercold stared at her.
Slowly.
Cold fury rising.
“You dare defy me?”
The air grew heavier.
Harder to breathe.
“How dare you…”
His voice dropped to something far more dangerous—
“…deny me the right to end your life along with these insignificant mortals?”
Everything froze.
Because now—
This wasn’t just war.
This was blood against blood.
The barrier trembled.
Cracks spread like spiderwebs across its surface, barely holding against the aftermath of the Demon King’s strike.
Dust filled the air.
Screams faded into silence.
And then—
Jake moved.
“JAKE—!” someone shouted.
Too late.
He surged forward, Dragon-level power erupting around him, the ground splitting beneath each step.
A single goal.
A single strike.
End him.
Jake closed the distance in an instant, fist driving forward with lethal intent—
But—
A hand caught him.
Effortlessly.
The Demon King’s grip locked around Jake’s throat.
Momentum died instantly.
Jake’s body lifted off the ground.
“Ah…” vercold’s voice was low, almost amused.
“Jake Kent.”
His grip tightened slightly.
“A rather large thorn in my a**.”
Jake struggled, one hand gripping the Demon King’s wrist, the other trying to gather strength.
But it was useless.
“You’ve irritated me enough…” vercold continued, eyes narrowing, “…that I had to leave my throne to deal with you personally.”
His voice turned colder.
“You… your bi*ch of a wife… and that ba**ard child…”
A pause.
“…will all die by my hand today.”
His fingers tightened.
Jake choked—
“—ghh—!”
The pressure increased.
Bones creaked.
Air vanished.
“F-Father, stop!”
Nyra stepped forward, panic breaking through her composure.
“Please—don’t hurt him! I beg of you!” vercold’s gaze shifted to her.
Slowly.
“Why?”
His voice was quiet.
Dangerously so.
“Why do you care so much about this human?”
His grip tightened again.
Jake’s body tensed violently.
“—agh—!”
Nyra froze.
Her lips parted.
“Because… because…”
The words wouldn’t come.
But they didn’t need to. vercold’s eyes narrowed.
Then—
Widened slightly.
Understanding.
And then—
Laughter.
Low at first.
Then rising.
“Ah… I see…”
His grin twisted into something cruel.
“I see what this is.”
His laughter echoed across the battlefield.
“Daughter…”
He tilted his head slightly.
“You’re in love with this insignificant human… aren’t you?”
Silence.
Nyra’s expression faltered—
Just for a moment.
Then hardened.
“I said…”
Her voice steadied.
“Let him go.”
For a brief moment—
Everything went still.
Then— vercold smiled.
“Very well.”
He lifted Jake higher—
Then hurled him.
Jake’s body slammed into the barrier with devastating force.
CRACK.
The barrier shattered outward.
Jake’s arm snapped as he instinctively raised it to shield himself.
He hit the ground hard—
Rolling—
Barely stopping.
“Jake!” voices shouted.
A healer rushed forward instantly, hands glowing as energy flowed into his body, trying to stabilize the damage.
Jake coughed, barely conscious, his arm hanging uselessly. vercold watched.
Then laughed.
“Ha… ha ha…”
The sound grew louder.
Darker.
“Do you really think healing him…” he said, voice dripping with contempt, “…will give you any kind of advantage here?”
His gaze swept over all of them.
“You’re all going to die.”
The air tightened.
The ground trembled.
And for the first time—
Even the strongest among them felt it.
True fear.
To be continued…😁😁