Location: The Khamaswadi Battlefield
The sky was a battlefield of light and shadow, divine radiance clashing against the scorching embers of destruction.
Kurai was a ghost in the chaos, a blur of black and crimson weaving through the golden ranks. Her scythe sang—a deadly hymn of carnage.
"One. Two. Three. Four." She whispered the numbers, her voice carrying over the wind, her crimson eyes gleaming with exhilaration.
Two angels lunged from above, their golden spears charged with divine energy.
Too slow.
Slice.
She twisted midair, her blade carving through their bodies before they could even register her movement. The pieces of their celestial forms disintegrated into golden dust before they hit the sand.
"Eighty-five… eighty-six…" A smirk stretched across her lips as another angel shrieked, plummeting lifelessly to the battlefield below.
"One hundred," she murmured, twirling her weapon as she spotted her next victims.
She launched forward, hunger in her gaze.
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Location: Suimin's Room
BOOM!
The chamber's stone walls crumbled inward, sending chunks of rock and sand cascading onto the floor. The air filled with dust as a squad of Heaven's scouts stormed into the dimly lit room, their golden armor glinting in the firelight.
Lying undisturbed among the wreckage was a lone figure. Long, dark hair spilled across the silk sheets, strands of crimson catching the dim glow of the lanterns. His lean, sculpted chest rose and fell with steady, rhythmic breaths. Two sharp, curved horns jutted slightly from his tousled bangs, casting small shadows across his tanned skin.
The lead scout sneered, lowering his spear. "This is him?"
Another angel cracked his knuckles. "He looks weak. Let's wake him up."
The first soldier reared back his fist and threw a punch straight at Suimin's face.
At the last second—
Suimin's head shifted slightly, dodging the strike without ever opening his eyes.
The scout blinked.
"…What?"
Annoyed, he threw another punch.
Dodge.
Another.
Dodge.
Faster this time.
Dodge.
Still asleep.
The angel growled, frustration mounting. "You little—"
Before he could finish, Suimin's leg shot up, striking him square in the chest. The impact sent the angel flying back into the shattered remains of the wall.
Suimin didn't even sit up. His body twisted fluidly, rolling off the bed as he landed effortlessly on his feet.
Still. Snoring.
Another scout hesitated. "Is he still asleep?"
"Enough!" The captain barked. "Kill him now!"
The entire squad lunged at once.
But even unconscious, Suimin was untouchable.
Each attack was met with an effortless dodge, his body weaving through their strikes like a shadow. His golden-armored wrists deflected blows with mechanical precision, his movements as fluid as water.
A blade slashed at his midsection—he arched back, bending like a reed in the wind.
Two soldiers attacked from both sides—he twisted midair, their own momentum causing them to crash into each other.
Then, without warning—
He flopped face-first onto the floor.
Silence.
Then—he rolled over. Right through the hole in the wall.
The soldiers scrambled toward the edge as his body plummeted below.
A massive dust cloud erupted from the impact.
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Location: The Throne Room of the Jinn King
From the grand balcony, the King and Queen surveyed the battlefield.
The King chuckled, his golden eyes glinting.
"Well, I'll be damned… he actually joined the battle."
The Queen pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply. "But he's still asleep."
The King only smirked. "Do not fret, my love. He has our bloodline… and that power hidden within."
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Location: The Battlefield
Jinn warriors surged forward, reinvigorated by the sight of their prince. "Prince Suimin has joined the battle!" a soldier cheered. "He fights with us! CHARGE!"
The battlefield roared with renewed determination.
Meanwhile, Suimin stretched lazily, a deep yawn escaping his lips. His toned arms flexed as he arched his back.
Then—he moved.
Unconscious yet unstoppable.
His twin Arnis sticks flickered into his hands, golden edges gleaming under the burning sky. The rods moved faster than the eye could follow, each strike landing with pinpoint precision.
A slash to the ribs—an angel crumpled.
A spin, a downward strike—another sent sprawling.
A flick of the wrist—three more collapsed in unison.
He fought as if dancing through a dream.
And yet—he never awoke.
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Location: Above the Battlefield
Kurai hovered beside Hikaru, wiping blood from her cheek with the back of her hand.
"One hundred scouts down," she taunted. "And you're still at a measly twenty."
Hikaru sighed, gripping Durandal tighter.
"Ku-chan… this isn't a game. It pains me to kill our siblings."
Kurai scoffed. "You're too soft, big brother. They wouldn't hesitate to kill us."
Hikaru opened his mouth to respond—but his eyes flickered to the battlefield below.
Amongst the chaos, Suimin—still asleep—was cutting through the ranks of Heaven's army like a storm given form.
Hikaru let out a low whistle. "For someone unconscious, his fighting skills are remarkable."
Then—
Something slammed into Hikaru's chest, sending him hurtling toward the earth.
"BIG BROTHER!" Kurai shot forward, fury igniting in her eyes—
But before she could reach him—
A heel smashed into her face, knocking her back violently. She righted herself midair, scythe at the ready, and growled.
A voice purred through the sky. "My, my, Kurai… I expected more from you."
A figure hovered before her, arms crossed, their expression smug. "but to be stopped by such a weak kick? How disappointing."
Kurai's eyes burned with rage.
"…Mono."