3rd Person POV
"Yawn… Didn't expect the plan to actually work. The special activation for the trap was so complicated I thought it could never happen," Dino muttered, lazily scratching his head.
Obera, arms crossed, smirked. "Well, it did happen. That's all that matters."
The trap spell they had devised was nothing short of absurd in complexity.
First, the target had to lose a limb—but not through ordinary means. It had to be severed by a space magic trap.
Second, the target had to redirect one of the trap spells back to its caster, specifically using electric magic.
And finally, the target needed to step into the exact center of the trap zone for the full activation to commence.
"For all the silly conditions, it did dish out a brutal punch," Dino said with a satisfied grin.
"Each second, that angelic body of his would lose energy reserves. And just to make it interesting, I added some mental magic into the process," Obera chuckled. "It should've broken his mind by now—"
She stopped.
Her gaze snapped toward the vortex of holy fire in the arena's center. Her confident expression shattered into disbelief.
Someone was emerging from the flames.
Feldway.
He stepped through, the same translucent barrier surrounding him as before—untouched by the inferno.
"…How is that possible?" Dino whispered.
The vortex behind him imploded, completely erased.
And yet, what unnerved them the most wasn't his survival—it was his eyes.
They were blank. Void of emotion. Cold and distant.
"I'll finish this myself—" Obera began to declare.
But she didn't finish.
Feldway appeared in front of her without warning, as if space itself folded for him. In his hand, a sword materialized—radiant and sharp. With one swift slash, he cleaved Obera's blade in half.
Sparks scattered across the stone floor.
Obera didn't flinch. "Then I have no choice… I'll use it."
She began chanting under her breath, lips barely moving.
"Life Creation: Reconstruct Mordred."
The shattered fragments of her sword began glowing, emitting a blinding light that stretched high into the sky. The energy twisted and surged—and from it, a massive golem took shape. Adorned in armor, wings spread wide, it radiated the might of a divine weapon.
"I forged this using my Ultimate Skill—Azrael, gifted by Lord Veldanava himself. There's no way you can possibly defea—"
"Regalia Dominion: Destroy thee maker."
Feldway's words were calm.
Absolute.
The golem froze—then, without resistance, turned.
Obera's eyes widened in confusion. "W-What?"
Before she could react, the golem raised a blade made of pure light and drove it through her chest.
Obera collapsed instantly, her body paralyzed, crumbling apart into divine fragments as the golem continued to stand over her.
"OBERA!!!" Dino shouted in shock.
But he had no time to mourn.
Feldway teleported again—this time, in front of Dino.
The angel warrior raised his sword, Excalibur, to defend.
Feldway caught his wrist mid-swing. With unnatural strength, he twisted it until bones snapped. Then, without a word, he began dragging Dino toward the colosseum wall.
Traps activated beneath his feet with every step, tearing into his body—ripping apart particles of his very soul.
But Feldway didn't stop.
Pain didn't faze him. His gaze never shifted. Each movement was mechanical—driven by something deeper than fury.
Once he reached the wall, he slammed Dino against it—and began to punch.
Each blow landed with sickening force.
Each strike was not rage—it was hatred. Not toward Dino, but toward something far greater. Something unseen.
Dino's divine armor shattered first.
Then came his skin.
Then bone.
Piece by piece, Dino began disintegrating under the relentless barrage, while the very structure of the colosseum cracked and buckled around them.
"CEASE IT, FELDWAY!!"
Veldanava's voice thundered across the arena.
Feldway halted instantly.
He stepped away from Dino, who dropped to the ground—half his face missing, flickering in and out of physical form.
Every angel watching stood in stunned silence.
They had labeled Feldway as a defiant, dangerous heretic. But even in that uncontrollable state—he stopped the moment Veldanava commanded.
"…He moved away even in that state. The moment Veldanava-sama gave the order…" Zalario murmured, unable to look away. "How… devoted he is. He was more than worthy… to be Veldanava's favorite"
Dino groaned faintly as Feldway walked past.
"…Yawn… wasn't worth it at all…"
At last, Veldanava rose from his throne, voice resonating throughout the heavens.
"The duel is over. The winner is… FELDWAY! And he shall be granted the title of the first combatant of the—"
Before he could finish, Feldway dropped to one knee, sword still in hand.
He tried to steady himself—briefly leaned on his blade—
Then collapsed.
"…My speech…" Veldanava muttered under his breath.
To be continued…