Chapter 13 – The Strongest
Yura and Noctyre stammered, barely able to speak.
"S-Save… T-Toura Oni…"
Smoke curled around them, embers drifting through the shattered city. The aftermath of destruction was silent—heavy, suffocating—yet within Yura's chest, a spark of determination burned fiercely.
Kael moved forward.
Each step hammered against the cracked ground, firm and unshaken, cutting through the chaos like a blade.
{Somewhere Else}
Neraxis returned to the Witch's hideout. Black mirror veins pulsed faintly beneath his skin as he spoke, his voice deep and commanding.
"How much time until I fully resurrect?"
The Witch knelt immediately, her dark purple aura trembling.
"Just a little more time, Lord Neraxis."
She hesitated, then added, "Did you avoid Kael Draven?"
Neraxis' gaze sharpened. His voice dropped, dangerous and cold.
"He didn't show up. And exactly why should I avoid Kael Draven?"
The Witch swallowed and continued, carefully choosing her words.
"In the modern world of Vital Force… Kael Draven is the strongest."
Neraxis remained silent.
"Born with four eyes," she said, "he can see the collapse point of techniques and read intent before decision—granting him a 0.01 second advantage."
The air grew heavier.
She continued, voice trembling,
"He also possesses the Endless Technique."
Neraxis scoffed, a low, mocking sound escaping him.
"Don't be ridiculous. Any human with power like that would explode from their own body."
The Witch bowed even lower.
"Yes… Kael is an exception."
She lifted her eyes slightly.
"He is indeed the strongest of today. But when you regain your full power, Lord Neraxis… I believe he won't stand a chance."
Neraxis smiled.
A slow, dangerous smile.