Gvardiol stepped forward, his body cloaked in dark Aura.
Danzo stood frozen.
He was shaken ..
That power...
It was eerily similar to what the Princess had shown several tis before.
But this...
This was far more overwhelming.
Danzo unleashed his full strength in response ..The body he had honed over a lifeti.
A strength painstakingly refined, barrier after barrier, until he carved a na for himself among the best of his generation.
He threw everything he had at Gvardiol—
But his enemy received it all with an unmoving smile.
Gvardiol’s body was... unnatural.
Wrapped in black bandages, immune to every attack.
Danzo couldn’t leave a single scratch, no matter how hard he tried.
Gvardiol’s laughter echoed, dominating the cavern.
"Try harder!!"
BOOM!!
Another punch—
And the Silver Dragon Armor cracked even further.
"FIGHT HARDER!!"
BOOM!!
Fractures spread violently across Danzo’s armor.
His vision began to blur from the sheer force of the barrage.
Yet still, he didn’t fall.
He stood his ground.
He kept exchanging blows with his opponent ...
Even though none of them left a mark.
He fought.
With everything he had.
With every ounce of will.
With every drop of blood.
And in the darkest mont of his life—
Danzo was betrayed by the one thing he trusted more than anything else.
His own body... gave out.
His strength... vanished.
And his armor—his last shield—
Failed him.
But worst of all...
His talent betrayed him.
The very thing that had never been enough...
That had always kept him one step below the monsters at the top.
Blow after blow rained down.
Eventually, the faceplate of his armor shattered .. Exposing Danzo’s face for the first ti.
Warm blood stread down from his forehead, blinding his eyes.
Everything turned red.
The only other color that existed in his vision .. Was the black of Gvardiol’s fist, slamming into him again... and again... and again.
His consciousness wavered.
His legs trembled.
He could barely remain standing against the relentless flurry.
Among the chaos ..cAmong the agony ..
One sound pierced through everything.
Laughter.
Gvardiol’s laughter.
"Don’t fall!!"
He didn’t want Danzo to surrender.
He wanted him to suffer—
To live a little longer... and break slowly.
It had always been a one-sided fight.
From beginning to end.
Fate had shown no rcy.
The elite students had been condemned to suffer. Every last one of them.
Snow, driven mad in his fight against V.
Ghost, struggling to survive against Darxler.
Sansa, battered by Beatrice’s puppet.
And above all...
Danzo ..
Broken, piece by piece, by the monster nad Gvardiol.
That suffering.
That struggle.
It was all reflected in one pair of eyes—
Watching from afar.
Thanks to the third-person perspective...
He saw them all.
He lived their pain with them,
One by one.
His body cloaked in a dark aura,
Frey Starlight sprinted across the barren desert of the Ultras continent,
Witnessing the tornt of his only friends—
One after another.
He ran like a madman for what felt like forever...
And then,
He stopped.
A lifeless body lay before him.
Only the upper half remained.
The ground was stained with entrails and blood.
The intestines of the dead spilled out onto the dirt.
There lay Ragna Cloud,
Eyes wide open,
Staring blankly at the darkened sky.
Frey said nothing.
Silently, he knelt.
And gently closed the eyes of the friend who had already left this world.
Monts later... He stood once more.
Still silent.
From beginning to end.
But his face—
That face, darkened with wrath .
Spoke volus.
He let the stored power in his body surge.
Aura flooded him like a raging storm.
Frey dashed forward with all his might,
Leaving Ragna’s body behind—
To be swallowed by dust and silence.
He ran like a demon.
Driven by desperation.
Vision after vision ..
Bloody, hopeless scenes filled his mind.
But his focusc..
His soul ..
Was fixed on one thing:
Danzo.
Every cell in Frey’s body trembled.
Rage—for what he saw.
Fear—that he might lose them all before he could act.
And regret—burning, bitter regret ..
That he had been so close...
He’d been right there.
It had only been a few ters that separated them... not long ago.
He had already encountered him once ..
Back inside the strait, alongside Clana.
Back then, Frey chose not to strike.
He made the decision to retreat.
He let Gvardiol slip through his fingers...
He made that choice.
And now .. He might be about to pay the price for it.
Everything that had happened so far...
It was all part of the witch’s ga.
"Faster..."
Frey ran with everything he had.
"Faster!!"
He needed to reach them—before it was too late.
Then, just a few minutes later ..
He stopped.
He stood atop a ridge overlooking a vast, desolate plain.
And there—beneath him—
Marched the Ultras army, led by the sa man who had killed Ragna...
Lawrence.
Frey had moved with such inhuman speed,
He caught up to them in what could only be described as a miracle.
Lawrence, with an army of a thousand n behind him ..
All of them elite warriors of the highest rank.
Chosen fighters of the Ultras .. A carefully assembled strike force for this mission.
They advanced slowly toward the battlefield where the elite class had just fought.
Their goal was simple—
To eliminate whoever remained.
And the combined aura that radiated from them .. Was sothing else entirely.
They were ard to the teeth.
Magical artillery at the ready.
Battle-hardened duelists and warriors—
Many of them at Rank S and above.
And leading them all...
The monster, Lawrence.
Whoever survived the battle from Frey’s class... Would only find death awaiting them ahead.
Fully aware of all this ..
Frey Starlight gripped his blades.
He didn’t know where his friends were anymore ..
He was completely lost.
He no longer had Selina’s mark to guide him.
But he did know where the enemy was.
Taking a deep breath,
He steadied his wildly pounding heart.
He tried to silence the images that kept flashing through his mind—
One after another.
Then, he focused.
On the army before him.
The force that threatened their lives .. The elite class.
"What kind of strength does it take... to stand against a thousand n?"
A thousand top-blooded fighters. strong enough to start a war on their own.
This was the personal elite of the Ultras.
Under the sky of Earth ..
How many people could say they’d stand alone against such a force?
You could count them on one hand.
And Frey Starlight—
Was about to beco one of them.
Step by step,
He began his approach.
"I can’t let them pass."
If they did ..
His classmates would be slaughtered.
Frey could go around them.
Avoid them entirely.
But letting a force like this walk free...
Would bring disaster later.
Just like he’d let Gvardiol go before ..
And now paid the price.
He realized the sa thing would happen again if he let this army pass untouched.
So now .. There was only one choice left.
"Slaughter every last one of those sons of bitches!!"
Step by step ..
He drew closer.
"Tear them apart. Bury them all!!"
If he wanted to save his friends...
He had to cut straight through that army—
Then go and rescue whoever was left.
Frey Starlight understood what he was about to do.
One thousand n.
He had never killed that many in his life.
And whether he could even do it .. Was a complete unknown.
But he would do it anyway.
Emptying his mind of everything else,
He focused entirely on them.
"This isn’t one versus a thousand..."
Fighting to stay grounded in reason,
Frey Starlight made his decision.
"It’s one versus one .. just a thousand tis!"
And with that suicidal thought ..
His swords were drawn.
The battle had begun.
Frey Starlight, alone, charged toward the back of the marching armyc.. Ready to face them all... by himself.
And as he ran,
He prayed..With all his heart ..
That his friends could hold on a little longer.
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