After Nahid brought Akaza's massive body down, he breathed heavily and felt a deep sense of relief. But that peace would not last long. At that very moment, Nicat rushed forward and swung his dark, magic-infused sword toward Nahid's head. The blade glowed with a sinister energy, promising the cold touch of death.
Yet there was a spark in Nahid's eyes.
As the sword approached, Nahid's right hand suddenly ignited with flames. In a swift motion, he caught the blade, shocking Nicat.
"That king… will die today," Nahid said in a cold, determined voice. His eyes held a vow, burning with the fire of revenge.
Nicat tried to pull his sword back, but Nahid's strength made it difficult. Still, Nicat's dark magic was powerful as well. With effort, he tore the blade free and stepped back.
"One day you will pay the price for everything, Nahid," Nicat said, though a hint of fear lingered inside him.
Then Nicat made a move no one expected. A strange glimmer appeared in his eyes as dark magic began to form around him.
"My eldest brother, Nihad… do not fight," Nicat whispered while raising his hand and chanting magical words.
In that moment, the most powerful demon in existence, the lord of hell itself—Kokushibou—was summoned into the world.
The ground cracked as a massive wave of dark energy spread across the battlefield. Kokushibou appeared in a humanlike silhouette, but his body was wrapped in a terrifying black aura. He carried a sharp blade, and his eyes were deep enough to shatter a soul. He looked as if he had risen straight from the depths of hell.
When Nihad saw the terrifying being, he raised his shield with determination.
"This battle will not end while I still stand," he said, watching Kokushibou closely.
Kokushibou stepped forward and swung his enormous sword toward Nihad. The blade left a trail of darkness as it crashed into Nihad's shield. Nihad resisted, but his enemy was immensely powerful. With every strike, the demon of hell shook the ground, delivering crushing blows.
Meanwhile, the battle between Nahid and Nicat continued.
Nicat swung his frightening blade and slashed Nahid's body. Even as he fell, Nahid resisted, the fire inside him growing stronger.
"War…" Nahid said through pain but with determination. "This war… will never end!"
But Nicat delivered a final strike and severed Nahid's arm.
Nahid collapsed to the ground, covered in blood, yet there was still a spark in his eyes. Nicat's sword was stained with blood.
"Surrender, Nahid," Nicat said coldly and cruelly. "This battle will be your end."
Nahid fell to the ground in agony, but he was not defeated.
"This is only… the beginning," he said with a faint smile.
The fire within him would never fade.
As Nahid lay on the ground, blood pouring from his wounds, something extraordinary happened. From the place where his arm had been cut off, flames began to form a new arm. The fire slowly melted away the dark energy surrounding him, giving him new strength.
Though wounded and battered, a determined light still shone in his eyes.
"This war isn't over, Nicat," he said as the flames around his new arm burned brightly.
Nicat watched Nahid's transformation calmly. His expression remained cold and emotionless.
"You're still resisting, Nahid," he said, gripping his sword tightly. "But this war will kill you."
Nahid stood again and raised his flaming arm.
At that moment, fire surrounded his entire body and condensed into a blazing sword in his hand. Sparks burst from its edge, lighting the battlefield.
"Once we were brothers, Nicat," Nahid said, his eyes burning with anger and sorrow. "But now… we stand alone in this war."
Without hesitation, Nicat swung his blade.
Their swords clashed in midair.
They struck each other rapidly, attacking and defending in a relentless exchange. With every strike they became more ruthless. Fire and dark magic collided, their echoes ringing through the battlefield.
In one swift moment of defense, Nahid cast a flame spell. The air trembled as the fire intensified, surrounding Nicat in blazing flames.
The sudden explosion within the fire blasted Nicat backward.
But the spell had drained a great deal of Nahid's strength. For a moment he struggled to breathe. Still, the anger and determination inside him forced him back to his feet.
"This war will not end, Nicat!" he shouted.
For a brief moment Nicat was sealed within the flames, the fire trying to restrain him. But his dark magic was powerful enough to break the seal.
Nahid swung his flame sword again to buy time, but his strength was fading. Each movement became slower than the last.
At last Nicat broke free from the seal. The cold, merciless look returned to his eyes.
"Nothing can save you now, Nahid," he said, raising his sword.
Nahid gathered the remaining fire in his arms for one final attack.
And in that moment, he realized that in this battle, everything had a price.
With his remaining strength, Nahid prepared his final strike. He gathered every ounce of fire within his flaming arm. Pain burned through his veins, but his determination remained unshaken.
He rushed toward Nicat and unleashed his last attack, swinging his flaming arm with all his power. Flames spread across the battlefield as a massive explosion surged toward Nicat.
But Nicat was tired of the battle. Calmly and without concern, he stepped back and easily deflected Nahid's final attack with his sword.
Nahid collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe. His strength was completely gone.
Suddenly, another figure appeared on the battlefield.
The king's loyal servant, Asta—a warrior who wielded the power of the wind element—arrived.
Moving swiftly with the speed of the wind, Asta rushed to Nahid and lifted him from the ground.
"I'll finish this," he said with a ruthless expression.
Nahid felt as if everything was ending. But even in that moment of collapse, he took one last breath.
Asta moved quickly and swung his sword toward Nahid's throat.
But Nahid moved with the last of his strength.
In a sudden motion that surprised Asta, Nahid drove his flaming arm into Asta's chest with a powerful strike.
Asta was thrown backward in pain, fear appearing in his eyes.
With one final movement, Nahid shattered Asta's head.
Covered in blood, Nahid collapsed to the ground and took a final breath.
"No… this war isn't over, Nicat," he murmured.
Nicat watched the battle calmly.
As Asta's body fell lifeless to the ground, Nicat's eyes burned with endless ambition.
"We will end this," he said.
But something had changed.
The determination in Nahid's eyes still stood as an obstacle on Nicat's dark path.
With Asta's death, the battle paused for a moment.
Yet nothing was truly over.
And deep within his dark soul, Nicat felt that something had begun to change.