Darkness enveloped Biel’s mind, trapping him in a shapeless void. He couldn’t feel his body or the weight of his thoughts, only the distant echo of a voice resonating from the depths of his being—an imposing, ancient voice laden with overwhelming power.
"You cannot fall here, young Bearer," Monsfil’s voice thundered through his consciousness like the roar of a distant storm. "It is not yet your time. You are the one chosen by the Fragment. You are my successor. The Demon King of Eternal Destruction."
Biel’s heart hammered, as if Monsfil’s words had awakened something deep within him. In that instant, the darkness cracked, and a spark of light emerged in his mind. His body reacted before his thoughts could catch up; his lungs filled with air, and his eyes snapped open.
The first image he saw was Charlotte leaning over him, her face reflecting equal parts worry and relief. Her eyes glistened as she saw him wake up.
"Are you okay, little brother?" her voice trembled slightly, but she forced a smile.
Biel blinked a few times before nodding slowly. Determination burned within him like an indomitable flame. "Yes... thanks for looking after me, Charlotte," he murmured, trying to sit up.
Around them, the battlefield still burned in chaos. The dragons' roars filled the air, accompanied by magical explosions and the clash of steel. The others were fighting with everything they had, but the dragons seemed unbeatable—their movements precise and coordinated, as if steered by an invisible force.
Biel stood up, staggering at first but quickly regaining his balance. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists. "I said I wouldn't use my Demon King abilities..." he whispered, feeling the dark energy begin to swirl around him. "But these dragons are being controlled by someone using advanced magic."
Yumi, who until that moment had been conjuring a magic barrier, turned toward him in shock. "How can you know that if you were unconscious?"
Biel looked up at the stormy sky, his gaze burning with renewed resolve. "Monsfil told me," he answered firmly. "As a Demon King, he also possessed that ability."
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Biel felt the energy coursing through his body as he propelled himself forward, heading for the first dragon with dizzying speed. His fist, reinforced by dark energy, struck the beast's torso with colossal force. The dragon was knocked down with a roar of pain.
Before he could catch his breath, the second dragon launched a fierce attack. Biel reacted swiftly, spinning on his axis and narrowly dodging a claw swipe capable of splitting a mountain in two. With a quick gesture, he summoned his "Gloom Thorns"; sharp and lethal, they emerged from the shadows and impaled the dragon, piercing it from side to side.
The colossus fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Biel landed elegantly, but his victory was short-lived. To his horror, the dragons began to regenerate. The holes caused by his thorns closed slowly, their scaly skin restoring itself as if it had never been damaged.
"How is this possible!?" Biel muttered in disbelief. He channeled his "Mind-Control Immunity" toward the dragons, sending a wave of dark energy to break the spell over them. But there was no effect.
"It can't be... the magic controlling them is too advanced..."
A freezing wind swept the air. A massive shadow was cast over the battlefield as a third dragon descended from the heavens, its eyes glowing with a crimson flare. But it was not alone. Atop its back, a tall figure wrapped in a dark cloak looked down with a mocking smile.
"I see you are helpless against advanced magic, mere commoner," the stranger’s voice was deep and resonant, dripping with superiority.
"Who are you?" Biel demanded.
The man smiled, tilting his head calmly. "Someone about to show you how insignificant you are before true power."
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The man slowly removed his hood, revealing a sharp face and eyes filled with contempt.
"My name is Shalok," he announced arrogantly. "I am a high-ranking noble, and I have come to destroy this city of commoners."
Biel narrowed his eyes, his heart racing. "Do you come from Marciler?"
Before he could even react, Shalok vanished. A fraction of a second later, he was right in front of him. His fist struck Biel’s stomach with devastating force, sending him reeling as the air escaped his lungs.
"How dare you speak the name of the Great City of Marciler, you ignorant, filthy commoner!" Shalok spat with rage. "You have no right to anything."
Biel staggered back, struggling to comprehend his opponent's speed. He had never faced anyone who moved with such velocity. His mind analyzed every movement, searching for a pattern, a mistake—anything that could give him the upper hand.
Shalok looked at him with disdain, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"I’ll tell you one thing, commoner. We, the nobility, serve the great Empress Domia. Only she has the right over everything. Very soon, the entire nation will be at her feet. The great city of Marciler will be the only one, and commoners like you will be our slaves."
A chill ran down Biel’s spine. His suspicions were confirmed. Empress Domia wasn't just a ruthless leader; she planned to subjugate the entire world under her absolute rule.
"Before I kill you, tell me your name, commoner," Shalok ordered with superiority. "You have the right to tell me. And as a reward, I shall grant you a painless death."
Biel clenched his fists, his gaze igniting with fierce determination.
"My name is Biel Laurentis," he replied firmly. "And I swear I will defeat you."
Shalok’s eyes widened in surprise for an instant before returning to his arrogant expression.
"Are you a noble? Why do you have another name?" he inquired suspiciously.
Biel shook his head, his voice steady. "No. As you say, I am just a simple commoner."
Shalok let out a mocking laugh; it echoed cruelly across the battlefield. "Don't make me laugh! Only nobles and kings possess two names. A commoner like you should not have another name."
Biel watched him without blinking. He knew the battle against Shalok would not be easy, but he also knew he could not lose. His destiny, and that of many others, depended on it.
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Shalok surveyed his surroundings with a mocking grin. His gaze swept over each of the women present, stopping with a condescending air. "I see there are many pretty girls here... a pity they are mere commoners."
Before he could continue, a firm voice interrupted him.
"You are mistaken," Sarah countered coldly. "I am the daughter of the former Vampire King Lip."
Shalok narrowed his eyes, clearly surprised by the revelation. "Vampire King Lip?" he murmured curiously. "Are you referring to the vampire who fell at the hands of a girl named Acalia?"
Sarah nodded, her gaze defiant. "That’s right. My father was evil, but even so, he remains my father."
Shalok let out a sarcastic laugh. "Well, well... so the daughter of the great vampire is still alive. And how does it feel to know your father was defeated by a mere mortal?"
Sarah showed no signs of flinching. "By the way, Acalia is standing right there," she said calmly, gesturing toward her.
Shalok followed the direction Sarah indicated. His smile widened as he recognized her. "So you are Acalia, the one who defeated the Vampire King! This is interesting... According to what I heard, you unleashed a massive amount of power when you saw your friend die, and with that, you managed to overcome Lip."
Acalia clenched her fists. "That’s true. My friend died that day... but he came back to life."
Shalok frowned, his expression a mix of surprise and skepticism. "What did you say?" he exclaimed. "That’s impossible!"
Acalia held her ground with a faint smile. "It’s true. And he is right here."
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At that instant, Shalok felt an overwhelming energy surging behind him. He spun around quickly, his eyes widening as he saw Biel transforming. His dark aura fluctuated as his body shifted from its Imperfect form to his Semi-Perfect Form. The pressure in the air became suffocating.
"Yes... I am the one who died that day," Biel declared with a firm voice, his presence emanating intimidating power.
Shalok burst out laughing, but in his mind, all the alarms were screaming. How is he alive? According to the Empress's report, both Lip and this human died in combat...
He quickly regained his composure and looked at Biel with feigned superiority. "So you’re the human who fought Lip... That king must have been far too weak to have failed against you!"
But inside, Shalok's mind was reeling. How can he have so much power? And why has he changed form? This makes no sense...
Nevertheless, he kept his cool and pointed an accusing finger at Biel.
"Then face me with everything you have, Biel! I will show you how insignificant commoners are before the power of the nobility."
Biel clenched his fists, his gaze burning with resolve.
"Don't underestimate those you call commoners, Shalok. Today you will learn that lineage isn't everything."
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