###:Chapter 82: The Fall of Shiki**
The chapter begins with Draven's **Roots of Yggdrasil** surging forward, their grotesque forms writhing and snapping with jagged teeth. The four roots shot toward Shiki like predatory serpents, their movements accompanied by a sickening *SNAP* as their jaws clamped down. Shiki, exhausted and drained from maintaining two dimensional techniques, barely had the strength to defend himself. His skin shimmered faintly as a thin layer of Shen formed a protective barrier around him. The roots struck the barrier with a *CRUNCH*, their teeth sinking into the energy and absorbing it like a sponge.
Shiki's eyes widened as he felt his remaining Shen being drained. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth as he staggered backward. The void around them began to crack and dissolve, the walls of the dimension crumbling with a series of *CRACKS* and *RUMBLES*. In an instant, the void collapsed, and Shiki and Draven were thrust back into the icy wasteland of Antarctica.
The wind howled violently, carrying with it the remnants of their previous battle. Huey and Draven's team stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with shock as the two brothers materialized out of thin air. Draven fell to his knees, his roots retreating back into his arm with a faint *HISS*. Huey's sharp eyes immediately noticed the faint glow of Shen within Draven—a signature eerily similar to Shiki's. He chuckled softly, muttering to himself, "So, Shiki kept him alive in the Karet dimension. He slipped his own Shen into Draven… clever."
Draven, fueled by rage and the lingering effects of Shiki's Shen, felt his connection to Jormungdar return. In his subconscious, he called out to the serpent, and it responded instantly. The massive snake coiled around him, its presence stabilizing his energy and replenishing his strength. Draven's breathing steadied as his black Sitra Achra warrior manifested once more, its bow aimed squarely at Shiki.
Shiki, weakened and barely able to stand, staggered to his feet. His vision was blurred, his body trembling from the strain of using two dimensional techniques and sacrificing his Shen to keep Draven alive. He looked at Draven, his expression unreadable, as the black Sitra Achra warrior drew its bow. The air crackled with energy as the arrow formed, its tip glowing with deadly intent.
Before Draven could release the arrow, Shiki moved. Despite having only 1% of his Shen left, his speed was still unmatched. He dodged the first arrow with a *WHOOSH*, the projectile exploding against the ground with a deafening *BOOM*. Shiki appeared in front of Draven in an instant, his voice a whisper as he leaned close. "You still don't understand, do you?" he said, his words carrying a weight that made Draven's eyes widen. "This isn't about revenge… it's about killing You." Draven said…..
Draven's anger flared, and he shoved Shiki away, creating distance between them. His breathing grew heavy as he processed Shiki's words, his mind racing. But there was no time to dwell. Draven pulled another arrow, his hands trembling with rage, and fired. The arrow struck Shiki square in the chest, the force sending him flying backward. With a *THUD*, Shiki was pinned to a rocky outcrop, the arrow embedding itself deep into his chest. Blood dripped from the wound, pooling beneath him as his body went limp.
High above the mountain, two figures watched the scene unfold. Bjorn stood beside an unknown figure cloaked in white, their presence almost ethereal. The figure chuckled softly, his voice carrying a note of amusement. "I'm done enjoying myself, Let's go," he said, turning to Bjorn. Bjorn nodded, and the two vanished into thin air with a faint *POP*.
Draven walked toward Shiki's lifeless body, his steps heavy. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt before his brother, the blood from Shiki's wound dripping onto his head. Draven reached up, his hand trembling as he wiped the blood away. "Why…?" he whispered, his voice breaking.
Huey clapped slowly, the sound echoing across the icy plain. "Mission accomplished," he said, his tone almost mocking. "You need rest now, Draven. It's time to go." Draven stood, his body swaying as exhaustion overtook him. Before he could collapse, Huey was at his side, catching him with ease. Roots burst from the ground with a *CRACK*, wrapping around Huey, Draven, Kenzy, and Gansu. In an instant, they disappeared into the earth, leaving the icy wasteland silent once more.
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Meanwhile, in Seoul, Sakamoto stood in Mujin's office, his expression one of shock and disbelief. Mujin handed him a letter from the Black Brothers Hunter, its contents accusing Sakamoto of orchestrating attacks on Emperor Trever and killed him. "I know nothing about this," Sakamoto said, his voice firm. "This is a setup."
Mujin sighed, his expression grim. "I believe you, but we don't have time to prove it. The Black Brothers are already on their way to invade Seoul. For now, you need to disappear." He handed Sakamoto a seal, its surface glowing faintly. "Go to India. Find a man named Rajesh. Tell him Bartoni and Mujin sent you and sakamoto… you can trust him, he's an important figure."
Before Sakamoto could respond, the phone on Mujin's desk rang. Mujin answered, his face paling as he listened. "They're here," he said, slamming the phone down. "Vodoyme and his forces have arrived at the airport."
In the distance, Vodoyme stood at the airport, his black coat billowing in the wind. The symbol of the Black Brothers Hunter gleamed on his chest as he turned to his subordinates. "Where is the Seoul Hunter Association headquarters?" he demanded, his voice booming.
"100 kilometers from here," one of his men replied.
Vodoyme smirked. "Let's move." With a *WHOOSH*, the three figures leaped into the sky, their movements as swift as rockets.
Back in Mujin's office, the tension was palpable. "They're here," Mujin muttered, his voice low. He turned to Sakamoto. "Go. Now." With a wave of his hand, he muttered, "Tobu," and Sakamoto vanished in a flash of light.
The chapter ends with Vodoyme and his forces arriving at the Seoul Hunter Association building, their presence ominous and foreboding.
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