Ferros Clan Head:"Welcome, Patriarch Maron Squaro.My daughter's wedding feels far more lively with your arrival."
Maron (flatly):"Hmph. I never expected the Ferros and Grehal clans to form a marriage alliance."
Ferros Head (smiling):"Then let's begin the feast."
Meanwhile – Squaro Peak
In the dark corridors of the main cave, unknown figures moved silently toward the heart of the Squaro Clan.
At the center stood Yoran Squaro—grey-haired, dressed in white and blue, a man in his late twenties, training alone with unwavering focus.
CLANK!
He spun, blocking a sudden sword aimed at his head.
Yoran (coldly):"A dozen peak-stage Grand Masters?Do you really think I'm that much of a threat?"
Inside the Cave
A single lantern flickered. Shadows danced across the walls.
Twelve Grand Masters attacked one Awakened warrior.
Only the clash of steel could be heard—no screams, no words.Just the light occasionally flashing across blades… and blood.
But it didn't last long.
All twelve fell.Silently. Brutally. Without time to even cry out.
Yoran stepped out of the cave, blood dripping from his blade.
Then he saw it.
Chaos.
A monstrous roar shook the peak.
The Ronas.
A magical beast evolved from ancient rhinos.Twelve feet tall, armored in thick, grey scale-like plating.Its horn—dark blue, pulsing with penetration magic—shone like a spear.
Now, that horn was soaked in blood.
Two days earlier:
Ferros Head:"I secured a bound Ronas from Raakton. We'll use spice powder to send it into a frenzy… then unbind it inside the Squaro Clan."
Grehal Head:"Brilliant. We wipe them out without lifting a hand."
Present
Yoran (crushed):"It's my fault…I sealed my cave with a Silent Net to avoid distractions…If I hadn't—I would've heard the attack. I could've stopped it…"
Ronas raged through Squaro territory.
On one side, it killed indiscriminately.On the other, assassins butchered the survivors.
Yoran's eyes widened—he saw his lover's corpse, crushed beneath rubble.
Yoran (shaking):"No… No, no, no…"
His rage boiled. His mana flared.
Yoran:"YOU BASTAAAAAAAAARDS!!"
He leapt into action—Hyper Walk blurring his figure.One by one, the attackers died.Limbs severed. Heads torn.
But then, the Ronas turned its bloodstained gaze on him.
Its eyes were blank with fury.
Yoran stood frozen, hollow, drained. He didn't move.
The Ronas charged.
A pillar of fire exploded between them.
Maron Squaro descended from the sky—bloodied, missing an arm, his aura flickering like a dying flame.
Maron (shouting):"My son… I've already killed the three bastards who orchestrated this massacre.But I won't last much longer.
I'll take this Ronas with me—one last effort.
The others will come for us—their sons, their clans, their revenge.
You must gather the survivors.Run.Rise again.And avenge our people."
Yoran's eyes filled with tears.
Yoran:"Father—!!"
But Maron had already charged.
He seized the Ronas by its horn, mana flaring.
He shattered his own core—
And with a battle cry that echoed through the mountains,Maron Squaro self-destructed.
The explosion rocked the peak.
The Ronas, blasted out of its frenzy, stumbled and ran—fleeing into the wilderness.
Yoran stood in silence.
Then he fell to his knees.
The sky above was quiet. The clan was gone.
His voice cracked.
Yoran:"FATHER!! I WILL AVENGE YOU!!I'LL KILL THEM ALL!!"
His scream echoed through the Northern Mounts—
A cry like a wounded wolf, mourning its fallen pack.Towards the shining Moon
After calming down, Yoran Squaro gathered what few survivors remained.
Then came a voice—cold, mocking, full of venom.
Unknown Voice:"Damn… I didn't believe it when I heard about the Ronas.But seeing the bloodbath myself… it's real, isn't it, Yoran?"
Yoran (furious):"You bastards! I'll kill you!!"
CLANK!
His blade was blocked by a massive man wielding a greatsword.
Ferros Clan Heir (smirking):"You're still brave—even after losing everything. Impressive."
Grehal Heir (grinning):"Your father reaching Mystic Stage was… unexpected.He killed our old men. But in the end, he couldn't beat a beast."
Herferm Heir (coldly):"Today is the last day for the Squaro Clan."
Yoran was surrounded—by the hulking swordsman, a swift rogue with dual daggers, and a pure mage with a cruel grin.
They attacked in waves, giving him no room to breathe.But Yoran fought like a mad beast, ignoring his wounds, swinging with raw, bloodthirsty desperation.
Grehal Heir (laughing):"Look at him! A mad wolf, charging at hunters after losing his pack!"
Ferros Heir (teasing):"Let's use his blood as wine for our wedding night, honey."
Grehal Heir:"Sure, baby."
As they leaned in to kiss—
Squaro Clan Survivors (weak, desperate):"Young master! We'll help you!"
Grehal Heir (furious):"Tch. Ruining the mood. Hey, kill them."
The pure mage raised his hand. Pebbles lifted into the air and flew like bullets toward the survivors. They barely melted them using Scorch, only to be crushed by falling boulders moments later.
The mage, irritated, began hurling entire slabs of rock at the survivors.
Grehal Heir:"Nice. Show them their place."
Yoran (gritting teeth):"Magnetic magic… You Raakton scum!"
He dashed at the mage—but a massive boulder crashed between them. The huge man swung his sword. Yoran blocked, but the impact sent him flying, skidding across the ground.
He landed on his knees, chest heaving, blood dripping from his mouth.
Huge Man:"This is your end, Yoran Squaro."
Then—
A quiet voice:"Kill him."
A massive figure landed beside them, axe gleaming.
THUNK.
In one clean swing, the huge man was split in half.
As the dust cleared, Salom Aratt, the Cerberus, stood over the body.
Ferros Heir (panicked):"Why is he here?!"
Herferm Heir (realizing):"Leon Halos… He's made his move."
High above, on a cliff overlooking the battlefield—Leon Halos appeared, golden flames rippling around him.
His followers stood at his back—Johan, Arthur, Casy, and dozens more.
Leon pointed his blade toward the sky.
Leon – Skill: Lion's RoarLeon:"Annihilate!"
Golden fire spiraled into the sky.
Leon's Forces:"CHARGEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
The two forces collided.
Johan and Arthur stormed the frontlines, ripping through enemy ranks with terrifying power.Casy, gliding above, rained down fireballs from the sky, lighting up the battlefield in blazing arcs.
The ground trembled. Screams echoed. The balance had already tipped.
Leon stepped down to where Yoran knelt, still recovering.
Leon (coldly):"Two and a half years ago…Your Squaro Clan colluded with the others to massacre the Halo Clan.You claimed we were too weak to hold the title of a Great Clan.
And now, your clan is in the same place.Tell me, Yoran—what should I do now?"
Yoran (hoarse):"Spare my people.Let my clansmen run."
Leon (pausing):"I'll give you something better.
Come under me.Swear loyalty—and I'll spare your clan."
Yoran looked up, stunned.
As they spoke, the battle raged below.
Johan, flames blazing from his fists, crushed several Grand Masters with pure force.Arthur, a blur of orange and speed, sliced through enemy mages before they could chant a spell.Casy, soaring like a shadow, bombarded the rear lines with raining fire, turning the battlefield into ash.
On the other end—
The heirs of the Ferros, Grehal, and Herferm clans faced Leon's core team.
On the blood-stained plateau of Squaro territory, fire raged, screams echoed, and stone cracked beneath the force of power colliding. Leon's army stormed the battlefield like an avalanche—but at the center of it all, a high-stakes clash ignited between his three generals and the heirs of the clans that once conspired to destroy his home.
Johan Rong, now titled the Crimson Tiger, charged forward with his massive greatsword, the blade glowing faintly with heat. Sparks shot off the stone as his boots dug deep into the ground, sending cracks racing outward.
Facing him was the Grehal heir, a lean warrior cloaked in red robes, smiling with bloodlust in his eyes.
Grehal Heir (grinning):
"Crimson Tiger, huh? Let's see if you burn like one too."
He flicked his palm forward, casting Blister Chain, a web of fire threads that curved through the air like living serpents. Johan didn't slow down.
He swung his greatsword upward, slicing through the burning chains in one wide arc, dispersing them in a burst of heat.
Then he reached him.
CRASH.
The Grehal heir blocked with both arms crossed, magic shielding his forearms, but Johan's sheer power sent him flying through a pillar of stone.
On the other side of the battlefield, Arthur Days, the Red Leopard, faced the Herferm heir—a tall man with slitted eyes and glowing red tattoos etched across his body, pulsing like molten veins.
The Herferm heir moved with the elegance of a dancer and the cruelty of a torturer.
Herferm Heir:
"Fast prey are the most fun."
He launched a barrage of flame needles—Scorch Fangs—each one thin, fast, and burning hot.
Arthur zipped left, right, then forward—Super Walk activating in bursts as he blurred past the deadly storm, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
He struck with a Triple Crescent Slash, sweeping low, high, then spinning midair for a final upward slice.
The Herferm heir dodged the first, blocked the second, but caught the third slash across his chest—flames erupting from the wound as he stumbled back, coughing blood and laughing.
Above the battlefield, Casy Hale, the Black Sparrow, soared in sharp spirals, Super Flame Thrust bursting from her legs as she zipped through the sky in bursts of golden flame.
Below her stood the Ferros Clan Heir—a fire Arsyn herself, draped in a deep crimson battle coat. Her hands glowed with ignition marks. She stood alone—her Raakton mage subordinate had already been split in half by Salom moments earlier.
Casy (hovering):
"You're next."
Ferros Heir (sneering):
"You think flying makes you untouchable?"
She raised her arms—Blazing Spiral, a wide-area fire art, ignited around her, sending several flaming arcs skyward. Casy tucked into a roll, dodging the spirals, then dropped low and shot upward again like a rocket, closing the gap.
The two women clashed midair—Casy with her aerial grace, the Ferros heir using short Flame Thrust bursts to leap upward, mimicking flight with brute mana control.
Casy:
"You can jump. I can fly."
She spun through a barrel roll and fired a Flame Lance from close range—direct hit to the heir's shoulder, tearing through armor.
The Ferros heir screamed in frustration, igniting her aura, casting a concentrated Scorch Pulse upward, forcing Casy to veer off.
But she wasn't fast enough.
Casy looped back, gathered energy in both hands, and summoned ten Flame Orbs, floating in formation around her like a halo.
Casy (coldly):
"Time to burn."
The orbs converged into a single, focused beam. It shot downward.
BOOOOOM.
The impact lit up the plateau, leaving a trail of scorched stone and smoke.
Back at the center—
Johan and the Grehal heir clashed once more. The heir had switched tactics, setting traps across the ground, pools of burning oil-like flame that detonated on contact.
Johan didn't care. He charged straight through them.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Explosions rocked the ground around him, fire ripping at his skin—but his sword stayed steady, and his eyes were locked on one target.
With a roar, he launched into the air, flipped forward, and brought his sword down like a hammer—Burning Cleave.
The Grehal heir tried to raise a barrier but failed.
CRACK.
Johan's sword smashed through his defense, crushing him into the earth below, flames engulfing them both.
Arthur moved faster, landing blow after blow on the Herferm heir, who was now bleeding heavily from his arms and side.
Herferm Heir (breathing hard):
"You think speed wins wars?"
Arthur (grinning):
"No. But speed ends you faster."
He vanished—and reappeared behind him, blade flaming.
Flash Fang.
A single slash, clean through the heir's back, sent him tumbling forward, coughing blood.
Leon raised his hand from the cliffside above.
His voice echoed across the battlefield, low and final:
Leon:
"Salom. Wrap it up."
A shadow dropped from the cliff like a meteor.
Salom Aratt, the Cerberus, landed between the three clan heirs, who now stumbled, bleeding, barely able to stand.
Grehal Heir (eyes wide):
"No… no no—he's here…"
Ferros Heir:
"Why is he—? Leon—he's serious—!"
Salom (flatly):
"Execution."
He gripped his massive axe with one hand. Golden-red mana surged from his body, shaking the ground.
The three heirs charged in desperation.
It didn't matter.
Salom moved once.
One swing.
One arc of pure devastation.
SHHHHRRACKK.
The three heirs were cut down in a single motion, split cleanly, their bodies consumed in golden flame before they hit the ground.
Silence.
The battlefield froze for a breath.
Then came the cry—
Leon's army:
"VICTORYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!"
Leon (standing atop the scorched battlefield, sword raised):"With this… I have united all the Arsyns of the Northern Mountain."
The wind carried his words across the silent plateau. Around him, warriors from once-rival clans bowed their heads—not in fear, but in loyalty.
Below the cliff, flags of every clan—Ferros, Grehal, Herferm, Squaro, and more—were planted in the earth. All lowered beneath the golden banner bearing the emblem of a roaring lion.
That day, all Arsyn clans stood beneath one name.
Leon Halos.The Golden Lion.
As the sun rose over the Northern Mountains, its first light painted the sky in gold and fire. The long night was over.
And with dawn came change.
A new era had begun.
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