My vision spun, my blood soaking the burning ground beneath me.
The Beneath One exhaled, as if disappointed.
"You're not worthy of the strength you possess."
I gasped for breath. My body felt… cold.
The pain was unbearable, yet my mind was fading.
Was this… it?
Was this… where I fell?
My fingers dug weakly into the ground, trying to find strength—but it was slipping away.
The Beneath One turned away. "This fight is over."
The moment my body hit the scorched ground, Fafnir's roar shattered the suffocating silence.
It was not just anger—it was wrath, grief, and unyielding fury.
The Beneath One barely spared me a glance as he turned to face my brother.
Fafnir's wings spread wide, his Magicore igniting the air around him. His body pulsed with dark energy, his claws already laced with death itself.
"You BASTARD!" Fafnir snarled, his voice shaking the abyss.
He lunged.
Fast.
The Beneath One lifted a hand.
Faster.
In an instant, Fafnir was caught mid-air.
