The Battle Begins – Zoick vs. Vitrious
The battlefield is in ruins. Dust and debris swirl through the shattered school grounds as Zoick charges forward, his fists clenched with determination. He moves at an inhuman speed, his body surging with raw power, but Vitrious remains unfazed. The demon soldier watches him with cold, calculating eyes, as if Zoick's efforts are nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
Then—CLANG!
Their fists collide, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. A nearby school building trembles from the sheer force. But Zoick is struggling. Every strike he throws is effortlessly dodged, every attempt to gain control is countered. Vitrious moves like a shadow, his presence suffocating.
Then—SLASH!
Zoick gasps as a searing pain rips through his shoulder. Blood splatters onto the broken ground. His knees buckle, his body growing weak.
Vitrious watches him fall, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "This is all you have? How disappointing." He steps closer, towering over Zoick. His voice drops to a mocking whisper. "I expected more from the so-called 'strongest human.'"
Zoick grits his teeth, clutching his wounded shoulder. He can hear them—his friends, his classmates, his teachers. Their voices break through the chaos, filled with desperation.
"Zoick! Get up!"
"You're the only one left! Please, fight!"
"Don't give up!"
Their words reach him, and something inside him stirs. His life had always been about power, about proving himself. But now… now he is fighting for them. For the people screaming his name. For the world that is on the brink of despair.
He plants his hands on the cracked earth, forcing his shaking legs to move. He has to stand.
But he can't.
His body refuses. His limbs betray him. His vision darkens.
Vitrious chuckles. "See? This is where humans belong. On their knees." He turns toward the students and teachers, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "You should all accept it. Your last hope has fallen."
And then—BOOM.
An Energy Beyond Imagination
A tremor erupts through the earth. A violent, unseen force explodes outward, shaking the very foundation of the planet.
The entire world feels it.
Every single human—whether they are in cities, villages, or even the deepest forests—collapses to their knees.
It is not a choice. It is not fear.
It is a force beyond comprehension.
From the streets of bustling metropolises to the silent peaks of distant mountains, millions of people find themselves kneeling—without even realizing why.
Elvein, through her tear-streaked face, gasps. "Look! Sang-Jaey… he's moving!"
Every pair of eyes snaps toward the fallen boy.
The Impossible Happens
A bloodied hand twitches.
Fingers curl against the dirt.
Sang-Jaey, his body broken, his clothes soaked in his own blood, coughs weakly. A fresh stream of crimson drips from his lips. His breath is ragged, uneven—but he is alive.
Slowly… painfully… he starts to rise.
Vitrious watches in horror. His own body betrays him, his knees starting to buckle.
No.
He grits his teeth, trying to resist, trying to move. But the force is too much. His limbs tremble uncontrollably, his strength fading. His knees shake violently until—THUD!
Vitrious falls.
He is kneeling.
And before him, Sang-Jaey stands.
Then—his eyes open.
But they are no longer the same.
A chilling, unnatural glow radiates from them. The color, something entirely different from before, something not of this world, strikes fear into the deepest part of Vitrious' soul.
Zoick, still struggling to breathe, watches in stunned silence. Sang-Jaey's eyes… they have changed.
Vitrious' breath hitches. His lips tremble. "...This… is impossible..."
The once-mighty warrior, who just moments ago declared himself ruler of this world, now kneels in absolute fear.