– The Laughter That Shouldn't Be –
Bunny's laughter rose, soft at first… then swelled into something that didn't belong in this place.
It bounced off the walls, too loud, too strange—like a crack in reality itself.
The air grew heavier.
Even Butcher paused mid-step, his eyes narrowing. His grip on the blade tightened.
What the hell is she doing?
He didn't ask out loud—no one dared speak.
At the fringes, soldiers shifted their weight, unsure if they were witnessing madness… or the beginning of something worse.
---
– Demon Moves –
It happened in the time it took to blink.
A blur cut into Butcher's vision—Demon—already mid-kick, the air splitting with the sound.
Butcher twisted aside, boots scraping the floor. Sparks danced underfoot.
From the sidelines, Delta's breath hitched. His mind scrambled to process what he was seeing.
The gas… it should've crippled him.
Then Delta saw it—the slight tremor in Demon's shoulders, the ragged drag of his breaths. Every strike looked like it should tear his own body apart.
And yet—he kept going.
He's breaking past his limit.
A ripple of disbelief ran through the onlookers. Nobody spoke above a whisper.
---
– Triple Clash –
Demon's chest burned with each inhale, but his eyes… his eyes were wildfire.
Bunny struck first—her heel slammed into his back. He didn't stumble. He spun, answering with a strike so heavy it made her stagger.
Then Butcher was on him. Their movements locked together—two predators in sync without a word.
The crowd couldn't look away. It was brutal, yet almost… beautiful.
A deadly rhythm.
Butcher's blade roared crimson, slicing downward—missed.
Bunny's hand flared violet, a streak at his throat—blocked.
Demon swept for her legs. She twisted midair, landing light as a whisper, then blurred forward again—another clash. Another block.
The sheer force shoved Demon back, his boots skidding across the ground.
---
– Stepping Wolf –
Butcher came again—blade singing toward Demon's chest.
Demon vanished.
One step, and he was at Butcher's flank, fist exploding into his ribcage.
The sound was wet, ugly. Butcher slammed into the wall, air tearing from his lungs in a sharp gasp.
Bunny didn't hesitate—she was already there, raining blows toward Demon's head.
He slipped through them, his own strikes growing heavier, sharper—enough to crack the ground beneath their feet.
Then Butcher rejoined the fray.
Three fighters now—steel, fists, and raw fury colliding in a storm. No banter. No breath wasted. Only violence.
---
– Twilight Joins –
From the sidelines, Twilight finally moved.
An arrow shimmered into her hand, lightning licking its edges as her glowing bow took shape.
She didn't hesitate.
The shot screamed through the air—
—Only for Demon to pluck it mid-spin, his body still twisting to avoid Bunny's kick.
In the same motion, he hurled it back.
Twilight leaned just enough for it to graze past, a grin flickering across her face.
"Bloody hell… you really are a demon."
---
– All In –
Twilight's boldness broke the dam. Students surged forward.
The military tightened formation, frustration brewing.
One soldier broke rank—gun up—
Demon blurred aside. His hand found a jagged stick from the dirt.
A single strike—sharp, precise—
The soldier's throat bloomed red.
Lexy's voice snapped over the comms.
"How the hell is he still using his powers?!"
Delta's reply was calm, but cold.
"…I don't know."
---
– Death in the Crowd –
They came together—students, soldiers—forming a wall of noise and motion.
Demon moved through it like water.
Delta fired.
Demon dropped low, snatching the fallen soldier's dagger.
A student lunged for his legs—too slow.
Steel flashed, burying into the back of his neck.
Another roared in anger—Demon swung the corpse into him like a hammer.
A red-haired fighter closed in from behind—
Demon flipped forward, his heel shattering the student's jaw.
"Are we just going to watch our own students die?!" Lexy demanded.
The President didn't answer. His gaze never left the battlefield.
---
– Duel of Bullets –
Delta's restraint cracked. He fired again—
Demon slid aside, another pistol already in hand.
Two shots collided midair—metal biting metal—sparks raining between them.
Again they fired. Again the bullets clashed.
Demon flicked his wrist.
The gun left his hand, spinning upward—
and in the same motion, he seized a nearby student and wrenched them into the line of fire.
Delta froze.
Not from fear.
From choice.
A fraction of a second—
long enough to move,
long enough to save himself—
—but also long enough to realize what moving would cost.
Enough.
Demon's fingers lifted.
Two crimson points aligned with Delta's skull.
The flash came.
Red. Violent. Absolute.
The world lurched.
Delta's vision blurred as sound drained away, replaced by memories that rushed in like a final tide.
His wife's smile—soft, patient, the one that always waited for him at the door.
The promise he made to come home.
The countless faces of his students—laughing, struggling, growing stronger right in front of him.
They were his legacy.
His leg gave out.
He collapsed onto the ruined concrete, blood warmth spreading as the sky above him burned. Static crackled in his comms—still open. Still broadcasting.
His voice slipped through, low and unsteady, yet peaceful.
"…It's been nice," he murmured.
"Serving you… training you… watching you grow."
A faint smile touched his lips as his vision dimmed.
"You all… surpassed my expectations."
The channel stayed open.
---
– Infinite Bliss –
Everything stopped.
Students froze. Draigo's eyes filled with rage—and tears.
"You bastard!!"
Flames roared up his arms.
"Infinite… Bliss!"
The blow landed like a god's judgment—
The ground shuddered, a firestorm climbing toward the sky.
Miles away, people stopped in the streets.
Phones rose. Cameras recorded.
News crews were already on their way.