The ArchenLand and Narn Borders were a battlefield teetering on the edge of chaos. The ground bore the scars of combat—deep gashes from mana-infused clashes, scorched earth from countless attacks, and the lingering tension of thousands of warriors standing ready.
A vast distance separated the two opposing armies, their eyes locked on Kon and Razik, the two titans clashing at the heart of the war.
Kon moved first.
"2nd and 3rd Claw: Hayalet Kalkan + Çarpışan Pençe!" (Ghost Shield + Collision Strike!)"
Kon swung his twin swords in a wide arc—yet, no visible attack was released. The battlefield held its breath.
Did the strike fail? Razik thought, but before he could react—
A force slammed into him.
It felt like an invisible hammer, sending him stumbling back. He barely caught himself, planting his foot firmly into the cracked earth.
"What the hell was that?!"
Kon wasted no time, closing in with another attack. Razik brought up plasma-infused sword, and clashed against Kon's twin blades. Sparks and raw energy erupted between them, their weapons locked in a furious dance.
Kon twisted, slicing upwards with a devastating uppercut slash. Razik pulled back just in time—
But he was hit again.
This time, the force nearly knocked him off balance. His grip on the sword tightened as he skidded backward, glaring at Kon with burning frustration.
"He isn't releasing any visible attacks, but I'm still getting hit!"
Kon unleashed a relentless flurry of these invisible strikes. Razik dodged instinctively, weaving around the battlefield, trying to avoid the unseen impacts.
"Damn it… How is he doing this?"
Razik retaliated. "Kuvvet Yumruğu!" (Albido Fist!)
His sword crackled with mana as he released a devastating energy slash, the sheer force incinerating the air around it.
Kon countered immediately, releasing another one of his invisible strikes.
The two forces collided—
—BOOOOM!
A deafening explosion ripped through the battlefield, leveling everything in its radius. A massive shockwave burst outward, tearing through the ground, sending debris flying into the sky.
As the dust settled, Kon stood firm, one sword still drawn while the other rested in its sheath.
Razik, standing opposite him, had an odd smirk on his face.
Kon immediately felt uneasy.
"What did you do, Razik?" His voice was dangerously calm. "Not too long ago, I felt it. That was Trevor's mana… And something else. Something familiar but different. And it was coming from ArchenLand."
Razik's smirk widened. "Now why would I spoil the surprise?" His voice dripped with amusement.
Kon didn't respond. A dark aura began to seep from his body flickering like black flames in the air.
Razik took a cautious step back. "Oh? Getting serious now, Tiger cub?" He chuckled, then leaned on his sword casually.
"Fine. Since you're so eager to know… Let me tell you.
Your safe haven—your precious ArchenLand—is being raided as we speak."
Kon's eyes widened. "What?"
Razik erupted into laughter. "Shocked?" He wiped a fake tear from his eye. "One would have thought it impossible, huh? With the Deniz Clan's shield? Even we thought it was nearly impossible—until we found a way in."
Kon stood frozen, as if he had been punched in the gut.
"We knew you were trying to pressure us into an all-out war. So, we let you think you were winning. This entire battle? A distraction. We allowed you to push us into a full-scale clash, keeping the Narn Lords occupied while we infiltrated your precious capital."
Razik grinned wider. "By now, the capital should already be in flames. Heard Trask was the one sent there. You don't want to know what he does to people…"
The moment those words left Razik's lips—
—A crimson pillar of mana exploded from Kon's body.
The force was so immense that Razik had to stab his sword into the ground o keep himself from being blown away. His fur was singed, and his sword—infused with Albido—hed on impact.
"What… the hell… is this?
Before Razik, Kon had changed.
Dressed in a crimson suit, his right arm sleeveless improves exposing the glowing Tiger sigil and the Arya of Destruction. A golden belt wrapped around his waist, and twin swords hung from the sheathes on his back. A red, open kilt flared behind him as raw energy pulsed around his body.
Razik grinned excitedly."Oh?! The Grand Kaplan form? You've actually gotten stronger!"
But then—he felt it.
A sinister whistling sound filled the battlefield.
The crimson pillar of mana was expanding.
The ground beneath them was… disappearing.
"This isn't just power—he's **erasing** everything around him."
Razik acted immediately, compressing his mana into a single point.
"Maximum Output: Plasma Blast!"
A bead-sized orb of concentrated energy formed in his hand, the air around it warping under its pressure.
With a flick of his wrist—he launched it toward Kon at the speed of light.
But—
The moment it entered the crimson aura… it simply vanished.
No explosion.
No resistance.
It was as if it had never existed.
Kon took a step forward. The pillars expanded even further.
Razik's instincts screamed at him.
"He's not thinking. He just wants to destroy everything"
Grinding his teeth, Razik gave a hand signal to his troops.
"We're retreating."
His soldiers immediately began withdrawing, vanishing inbatches as a teleporter among them ferried them away.
Razik turned back to Kon. "I'll admit it—you're strong. Maybe even stronger than me.
But this isn't over.
" you survive this day, we'll settle our score another time."
And with that, space folded around him, and he disappeared.
Kon's eyes darkened. "I won't let you escape."
He pushed the crimson aura outward expanding it rapidly to consume Razik's remaining forces.
Just as the first enemy soldier was about to be erased—
—A single feather, charged with mana, flew past Kon's face.
It landed softly at his feet.
Talonir's voice echoed telepathically.
"Pull yourself together, Lord Kaplan! You are about to endanger your own army!"
Kon's rage was instantly cut off.
The crimson aura shrank, retreating back into his body.
He clenched his fists. His army was safe.
He turned to see Razik's troops disappearing one by one.
'A teleportation ability… but not as refined as Adam's.'
The Özel #30 Generalrushed up to him. "Sir, they've retreated! But—" He hesitated. "We received multiple distress signals… Something has happened in ArchenLand."
Kon's entire body tensed.
Oflarganize the army and lead them back. I'm going ahead."
The general barely had time to respond before Kon vanished.
Only a shockwave and a deep crater remained where he had once stood.
As he raced toward ArchenLand, one thought pounded in his mind—
"HOW?!"