Relentless blasts struck the Ya'juj and Ma'juj. Steel plates melted. Mutated flesh burst apart. Black blood sprayed in every direction. Each explosion was precise and rhythmic—like an orchestra of death.
Kaivan did not stop.
He slammed his only remaining leg into the ground, shattering the ice, and launched himself into the air like a missile fired from the earth. The blizzard split apart. The gray sky trembled beneath his blazing silhouette.
As his body rose, the bracelet on his arm unfolded, releasing a sharp spiral blade—Jagdkommando, a three-edged drilling weapon that spun into a silver cone at the end of his arm.
It reflected fire, mist, and blood.
It was not merely a weapon.
It was the symbol of his will to destroy.
"I'M COMING, LYRA!!"
He landed between Lyra and the swarm of Ya'juj and Ma'juj. Snow exploded outward.
In an instant, the spiral blade spun, severing the nearest creature's head, then driving diagonally through another—splitting it from shoulder to waist.
"Aren't you ashamed…?" he shouted. "Being defeated by someone broken? With only one leg… and one arm? By me? PATHETIC!!"
His voice echoed across the frozen battlefield, accompanied by a brutal yet beautiful dance.
Crippled and half-destroyed, Kaivan moved like a killing machine.
An attack came from the right—he ducked, twisted his body, and slashed upward.
A throat was torn. A skull shattered.
Black blood sprayed into the sky, staining the white snow with death.
Yet the Ya'juj and Ma'juj did not retreat. They surged forward again, like a swarm of fearless, savage bees.
Kaivan grinned.
"Come… I'll make you FEEL MY PAIN!!"
He leapt left, spinning with one leg and one arm, moving like a dancer trained for a single night of slaughter. His spiral blade rotated in rhythm with his swings—severing legs, crushing arms, splitting heads. Each movement painted patterns of blood in the air.
A horizontal slash cut down five creatures at once.
One kick shattered a massive creature's jaw, slamming it into the ground. Kaivan landed on its chest and drove his blade into its heart.
"I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU BECOME FOOD FOR WORMS!!!"
His roar tore through the chaos.
With one final spin, he swept the area around Lyra, ensuring no enemy remained within five meters. Blood and metal scattered like dark red ink across the canvas of snow.
Lyra lay there, breathing heavily, staring at him—caught between terror, awe, and guilt. Her voice trembled, barely audible.
The shattered ground quaked. Snow melted under the heat of explosions, leaving thick steam hanging like hellish fog. The stench of gunpowder, blood, and engine oil filled the air, heavy in the lungs. Remains of the Ya'juj and Ma'juj lay everywhere—burned, torn apart, or blown to pieces along with fragments of Kaivan's bracelet.
From within the mist and debris, three new figures emerged.
The harsh scraping of metal echoed through the snowy Caucasus valley, now transformed into a field of death. Snow fell like bullets from the gray sky, coating the land already soaked in black blood.
The creature at the front towered five meters high—a fusion of battle tank and living entity. Thick steel plates covered its entire body, engraved with faintly glowing blue symbols—marks of rank or classification within the hierarchy of the Ya'juj and Ma'juj.
Two other creatures, each nearly two meters tall, gripped weapons shaped like helicopter blades, transformed into massive swords. Every swing released a sharp whistle that sliced through the air.
Kaivan stood at the center of the frozen hell he had created. The wind struck his face, his torn cloak fluttering like a war banner. Snow, dust, blood, and embers danced around him. His only remaining human leg stood firm on the ground. The spiral blade in his hand spun slowly, dripping blood that was close to freezing. His left eye was stained red with splattered blood—his gaze straight, cold, and lethal.
"Do the three of you… really think you can defeat me?" he whispered. His voice was soft, yet heavy with judgment, as if even time itself paused to listen.
One of the smaller creatures roared, pointing at Kaivan.
"WUUAAARGHH!!"
Without warning, the two charged forward. Their rotating blades tore through the air and snow beneath their feet. Mini explosions formed with every step, scattering shards of ice in all directions.
Kaivan did not move. Time slowed in his vision; his mind calculated their speed, the wind's direction, and the angles of their attacks. He lowered his body, slipping beneath a spinning blade that nearly severed his neck.