NOVEL WEB Chapter 244: Destroy The Cursed (61)
Balor stepped forward, though he didn't sink into the void this time. Doing so now would be reckless; his strength was barely enough to hold form. But his grip on his daggers was steady. He would fight, even if it meant his last stand.
"Come on, buddy," Little One rasped, his small form glowing faintly. "If we're going down… then we're dragging that damned Dark Emissary with us. And his rock-headed pets." He managed a grin despite his trembling.
Ronan stood at the front, blades crossed before him. His violet eyes glowed fiercely, not with arrogance, but with the unyielding fire of someone who refused to back down. He let out a low growl that rumbled in his chest.
"Come, then," he said coldly. "Let's roll."
Madi's lips curled into a cruel smirk as his voice thundered across the battlefield.
"Kill them all."
The Earth Warriors obeyed instantly.
The ground thundered as the army marched forward, their charge like an avalanche of stone and death. Their speed was insane, their united steps so powerful that the earth itself trembled beneath them.
The three heroes felt their hearts pound as the tide of warriors closed in. The sheer weight of their killing intent pressed down on them like a mountain.
Ronan tightened his grip on his twin blades. He could feel the crushing pressure on his shoulders, but his resolve did not waver. He had already decided—no matter the cost, the two beside him would not fall here.
They had only joined this battle to help rid the world of the cursed. Their lives weren't meant to be gambled on his war. And so, responsibility burned inside Ronan's chest like fire.
Protect them. No matter what.
Even if it kills me.
Ronan steadied his blades, ready to throw himself into the impossible tide, when suddenly—
The air changed.
The crushing weight pressing down on the trio seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by a strange calm that settled over the battlefield. It was like the world itself paused to take a breath.
Then, a voice spoke.
Low. Smooth. Soothing. Yet carrying with it the weight of inevitable destruction.
"Inferno Vortex."
The words fell like a divine decree.
A moment later, the sky itself ignited.
From above, an enormous vortex of flame roared to life, twisting downward like a descending sun. The spiral of fire slammed into the front ranks of the charging Earth Army, devouring stone warriors whole. The heat was so intense that the battlefield shimmered, and the shrieks of molten rock filled the air as the first three lines of soldiers were reduced to nothing but charred fragments.
The impact shook the land like a meteor strike. Dust and flame spiraled together, a wave of death that carved an ocean of ruin into the advancing horde.
Madi's expression darkened, his brows furrowing. What is this power…?
Balor and Little One were left speechless, their bodies frozen mid-motion.
The two of them had been seconds away from throwing themselves into a suicidal clash, but now all they could do was gape at the destruction that had just unraveled before their eyes.
Ronan, however, smiled. His violet glow dimmed for a heartbeat as relief flickered in his gaze.
He's here.
The smoke cleared.
A figure stood between them and the ruined ranks of the Earth Warriors.
A young man, seemingly unbothered by the heat and chaos around him. His long blue sweater billowed faintly in the updraft, dark trousers clean despite the battlefield.
His hands were still casually tucked into his pockets, and his hair—half white, half black—split perfectly down the middle, floated weightlessly in the air.
His presence alone radiated authority, the kind that made even monsters hesitate.
Little One blinked rapidly, then whispered in disbelief, "H-hey… don't tell me the fairytales are true. Is… is this a guardian angel?"
A smack landed on his head courtesy of Balor.
"Idiot. Guardian angel, my ass." His eyes narrowed, but his lips tugged upward into a rare grin. "Look closely. Don't you see? That's the Fire God."
"Oh…" Little One muttered, rubbing his head sheepishly. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess you're kinda right."
Madi's gaze sharpened, finally locking onto the one responsible for wiping out a significant portion of his army with a single strike.
His smirk returned, thin and cold.
"So this is him," he thought. "The leader of the Tryst Guild."
Han's glowing blue eyes met his across the battlefield.
The Dark Emissary smirked. I'll crush him first.
But Han didn't look intimidated. He tilted his head slightly, one eye drifting toward Ronan and the others. His voice was calm, steady, and filled with quiet confidence.
"Don't worry," he said. "Leave this guy to me. I'll handle him."
The battlefield went still again, but this time, it wasn't despair weighing on the heroes. It was anticipation.
For the Fire God had arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED…....
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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