Beast of Asiendal

The arena hadn’t stopped roaring from the family’s battle, yet now it grew hushed — not out of fatigue, but reverence. The announcer’s voice trembled as he raised his hands.   “PEOPLE OF ASIENDAL… THE FINAL DUEL. THE NEMESIS… AGAINST THE KING!”   Sellina Mordos stepped into the light.   Dual blades of obsidian steel glinted in her hands, curving with perfect balance. The moment she exhaled, her Crai’Gai ignited — white flame swallowing her form, wrapping her in an aura so dense that even Evelyn in the stands sat forward, lips parting in awe.   Kaeli whispered:   “She… feels like Him…”   Torren:   “No. She feels like his shadow.”   Eremon descended like a storm. Nyyrgull in hand, green fire scorching the air. His aura shook the world.   They faced each other. Silence. Then — the clash.   Sellina blurred. Her dual blades moved faster than mortal eyes could follow. Eremon parried, each strike ringing like thunder. Sparks rained down, emerald and white clashing in a storm of color.   Every clash, Sellina adjusted. Her aura expanded. Her Crai’Gai matched him.   He swung Nyyrgull in an arc that should’ve ended the fight immediately — but Sellina bent backward, white flame bending with her, her blades crossing to catch the strike.   The audience screamed. No one had ever held against Nyyrgull that long.   Eremon smiled.   “You’ve improved.”   Sellina’s grin was wild, teeth bared.   “I’m only getting started.”   Her aura spiked, amplifying her speed. She struck in twelve movements at once, white afterimages of her body dancing around her father. Each strike came from a different angle, blades flashing toward ribs, neck, wrists.   Eremon met her with one hand. Nyyrgull became a blur, green fire arcs cutting apart her afterimages. Yet for every strike he blocked, her next was faster. Stronger.   Rikki gasped in the stands:   “She’s learning him in real-time.”   Eremon’s Crai’Gai erupted — emerald inferno swallowing the arena. The shields groaned. Half the crowd shielded their eyes.   Sellina roared, her Crai’Gai answering, white flame rising, cutting through his green fire like a blade through fog. The arena shimmered — two titans, one emerald, one white, flames devouring the sky.   Each strike now detonated like worlds colliding. Whole mountains around Issgrammor cracked from the shockwaves. The War Council tightened the wards with trembling hands.   Eremon spun, kicking Sellina in the chest with enough force to annihilate continents. She slid back hundreds of meters, blades sparking, boots grinding the stone to molten glass.   She staggered, panting, then smirked.   Her aura surged. White Crai’Gai fused with his emerald fire. For the first time in all history — the King’s aura was not dominant.   He froze for a fraction of a second. Sellina’s eyes burned.   “I told you, Father. I’m only getting stronger.”   And she attacked again.   Now she was keeping up. Strike for strike. Her blades rang against Nyyrgull, every clash louder than thunder. Her speed began to match his. Her strength began to mirror his.   The audience was beyond cheering. They were weeping, shaking, praying. They knew this fight was holy.   Kaeli clutched her chest.   “She’s… she’s terrifying…”   Evelyn whispered, voice soft and shaken:   “No. She’s… magnificent.   The clash with Sellina alone had already torn through hours. The world shook. Mountains groaned, the oceans swelled as if listening to the beat of their King’s heart.   But then — Eremon’s eyes narrowed.   And for the first time since the Dawn Era, he called upon it:   CRAI'GAI GRANDOS   Emerald flame ignited across the world. Not just in the arena — but everywhere. Farmers in the far north dropped their tools as their chests clenched. Priests in the chapels of Issgrammor fell to their knees, chanting. Even the enemies on the far continent of Schuttarch looked to the skies in terror.   The planet itself seemed to sigh — their King was serious.   His roar shook every soul:   “GRANDOS!”   Sellina stumbled back, her white flames guttering under the tidal wave of emerald. But Evelyn stepped forward.   Her wings burst wide, feathers of burning metal unfurling into the sky.   "Don't mind me joining the party."   The Grandos collided.   Green, red, and white flames clashed together, devouring the sky itself.   Eremon’s Crai’Gai Grandos, emerald fire that burned not matter, but existence itself. Evelyn’s crimson blaze, a storm of divine wrath that scorched even light. Sellina’s white aura, sharp as a guillotine, cutting through the fabric of mana itself to mirror her opponent’s strength.   The arena quaked. Shields rippled. Obsidian cracked.   Evelyn's wings snapped wide, molten metal feathers slashing the air. She dashed forward, faster than sound, spear crackling with red Crai’Gai, shield raised to crash into her father’s guard.   ⚔️ CLANG!   Nyyrgull met the shield. Sparks of green and red fire flew out like miniature novas, burning holes in the arena floor. Evelyn’s spear darted immediately after, thrusting for his throat—   —but Rynn, the obsidian spear in Eremon’s left hand, turned it aside with a flick so fast the audience didn’t see it.   Before the shock faded, Sellina struck. Her dual blades, obsidian edges glowing white-hot, sliced from opposite sides. They hummed with her ability: to mirror and match any strength over time.   ⚔️ SHHHING—!   Nyyrgull met one blade. Rynn’s haft caught the other. Eremon twisted, and in the same motion, kicked the ground—sending a shockwave that rattled the wards protecting the crowd.   Kaeli grabbed the railing, breathless.   “He’s—he’s fighting two monsters at once—”   Her classmate Torren barked, eyes wide.   “No… he’s toying with them.”   But the daughters refused to give ground.   Evelyn spun her spear like a storm, flaming wings sweeping down to trap her father between her strikes. At the same time, Sellina’s blades came in low, aiming to cut his legs out.   The arena gasped—Eremon pinned.   BOOOOOM!   Green fire exploded outward. Nyyrgull arced up, smashing against Evelyn’s shield with the force of a mountain collapsing. Rynn stabbed down, intercepting Sellina’s twin blades in a flurry too fast for mortal eyes.   Evelyn snarled, teeth bared, blood in her eyes:   “Is that all, Father?!”   And for the first time, Eremon’s lips curled into a grin.   “Better.”   What followed was inhuman.   Evelyn thrust her spear in a blur, seven times in a second. Each thrust burned like a meteor strike.   Eremon parried them all with Nyyrgull in one hand, his spear Rynn counter-thrusting so quick that Evelyn’s wings were shredded at the edges.   Sellina’s white Crai’Gai amplified further, her blades finally striking with enough force to drive even Eremon back a step—just one.   The crowd lost it.   Nobles stood, screaming. Commoners wept, chanting names. Soldiers slammed their weapons against the railings.   “EVELYN! SELLINA! EVELYN! SELLINA!”   But others chanted louder still:   “EREMON! EREMON! THE KING! THE KING!”   The arena became a storm of voices.   Evelyn leapt high, wings folding in, spear glowing so hot the air turned molten. From above, she dove like a crimson comet.   “BLAZING STRIKE!”   At the same instant, Sellina lunged beneath, both blades glowing with pure white light, her aura now completely matched with her father’s strength.   The two daughters struck in perfect unison—one from above, one from below.   CLAAAAAANG!!   Nyyrgull caught Evelyn’s spear. Rynn caught Sellina’s blades.   But Eremon’s knees bent. The ground beneath him cracked. He was actually pushed.   The entire arena gasped as one.   Kaeli’s hands flew to her mouth, tears in her eyes.   “They… they made him move…”   General Yzron growled, stunned.   “No one has done that in ten thousand years…”   The announcer’s voice was hoarse from screaming.   “T-They… they’ve forced His Majesty back a step! The King of Eternity… the Father of Asiendal… pushed by his daughters!”   The chanting became hysterical, half the arena in awe of the daughters, the other half screaming for the King.   The arena was fire and storm, white and red and green flames tearing the sky apart. Evelyn dove again, spear trailing meteors, Sellina’s blades cutting in crescents of pure white mana.   For the first time, Eremon didn’t have both angles covered.   SLASH!   Sellina’s right blade kissed his cheek — obsidian slicing a shallow line across his jaw. A single drop of emerald-tinged blood sprayed into the air, hissing like acid as it struck the arena floor.   The crowd went silent.   Then the silence broke into a roar so loud it shook the banners.   “BLOOD! BLOOD! THEY DREW BLOOD FROM THE KING!!”   Kaeli’s knees buckled, her voice trembling.   “I—I saw it… it’s real… they touched him…”   Eremon parried Sellina’s second blade, but Evelyn was already there. Her shield bashed into his chest, and before he could counter, her spear thrust forward with a flash of red flame.   CRUNCH!   The spear drove into his shoulder. Not deep—barely an inch—but it broke flesh. Blood sprayed across her arm.   Evelyn screamed with the force of a thousand voices:   “FOR ASIENDAL!”   The crowd lost their minds. Soldiers were on their feet, nobles were tearing at their collars, students screamed until their voices cracked.   Torren’s voice shook as he slammed his fist on the railing:   “S-She pierced him! His shield—his CRAI’GAI—pierced!!”   Eremon stumbled back half a step. Green fire poured from the wound, sealing it, his aura spiking violently. His eyes glowed, emerald flames dancing across his face.   But instead of anger, he laughed. A low, rumbling laugh that shook the arena floor.   “Finally… finally, you’ve given me reason to fight seriously.”   And with that, his Crai’Gai Grandos flared higher, green fire blasting skyward until it punched a hole into the clouds. The emerald blaze rained down in sparks like divine meteors.   But Sellina wasn’t done. She pressed forward, her aura adapting further, faster. Every blow of Eremon’s Nyyrgull met her blades with equal force now. She was catching him.   CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!   Her strikes blurred into a dance of mirrored strength, white sparks cutting lines across the air. And then—one blade scraped his forearm. Another line of blood.   The arena went feral.   Kaeli was sobbing openly, overwhelmed.   “They… they’re fighting their King as equals… this is… this is history…”   General Yzron roared, slamming his gauntlets together.   “BY THE GODS! THEY WOUND HIM—AND HE STILL SMILES!”   The announcer was shrieking at the top of his lungs.   “This has NEVER been seen before! Princess Evelyn Mordos, Archangel of Flame—Lady Sellina Mordos, the Nemesis of Blades—HAVE DRAWN BLOOD FROM THE ETERNAL KING HIMSELF!”   The crowd still hadn’t stopped screaming when it happened. Evelyn ducked under Nyyrgull’s swing, pivoted on her heel, and unleashed a tornado kick that smashed straight across her father’s jaw.   CRACK!!   The sound echoed like thunder. The impossible happened — Eremon Mordos, the Eternal King, staggered back. His body slammed into the arena wall, stone splintering, green fire scattering across the ground.   The world froze.   Kaeli’s mouth fell open.   “She—she blitzed him… Evelyn… Princess Evelyn kicked him into a wall!”   The announcer was hoarse from screaming:   “THE KING HAS BEEN SHAKEN—HIS OWN DAUGHTER HAS STRUCK HIM TO THE EARTH!!”   Even the generals leaned forward, expressions a mix of awe and horror.   Eremon exhaled slowly, a sound like an earthquake in his chest. He lifted one hand, running his fingers back through his dark hair, slicking it away from his face.   When he raised his head again, the arena fell into silence.   His eyes glowed a terrible, burning green — not the warmth of their King, not the father, not the husband.   It was the stare of the Beast of Asiendal.   “So… this is what you’ve become.” His voice was calm, almost soft. But the air itself trembled.   Before Sellina could blink, his hand was already on her face. One instant he stood across the arena; the next, her head was crushed in his grip.   BOOM!   He hurled her into the far wall like she was weightless, stone shattering into a crater. And before she could breathe, his hand swept forward.   “Bei’Geit.”   A wave of green flame erupted, faster than light, a tide of annihilation. Grass, stone, even mana itself evaporated in its path.   The crowd gasped as Sellina was engulfed. For a moment it looked as if she had been obliterated — but when the fire cleared, she was still there. Bloodied, armor scorched, chest heaving.   And then—she stood. Her wounds knitting slowly, her blades lifting again. Her eyes burned white.   “You’re not the only monster here, Father.”   The crowd erupted again, tears and screams and chants.   Evelyn rushed to her sister’s side, her wings unfurling wide, red feathers burning with divine flame. She planted her spear in the ground, her voice carrying across the arena.   “Father. If you show us the Beast… then I will show you my Grandos.”   Her Crai’Gai erupted. Red fire surged outward, swallowing the entire arena in a burning storm. Her wings doubled in size, her eyes glowing like suns. The shield in her hand hummed with energy that bent the air itself.   The audience collapsed to their knees from the sheer pressure. Commoners screamed in awe, nobles wept, generals held their breath.   Kaeli sobbed openly, clutching the railing.   “Evelyn… Princess Evelyn… she had it all this time… she’s his heir, his flame…”   The Clash of Legends   Eremon twirled Nyyrgull once, and then — with a crack of air — swirled Rynn, his obsidian spear, into his other hand. Longsword and spear both glowing green, his stance dropped low.   “True Soul Style.”   The ground broke beneath him as his aura surged. The sight alone left veterans trembling.   Sellina and Evelyn charged together — one a storm of blades, the other a tempest of fire.   The arena collapsed under the force of their collision. Stone turned to dust, sound shattered into silence, and then—   BOOM!   The King was no longer playing. His strikes blurred into afterimages, his laughter gone, his gaze cold. The Beast of Asiendal had awakened, and even his daughters, strongest of the world, were barely keeping pace, they could feel their fear take place...   Blood spilled again — from him, from them. Sparks lit the world. And the people knew they weren’t just watching a festival anymore.   The clash raged on. Evelyn’s wings hammered like crimson storms, Sellina’s blades hissed white arcs of fury, their combined Grandos filling the air with a heat so violent the arena floor itself melted into rivers of glowing rock.   For a moment — just a moment — they had Eremon stepping back, blocking, defending. Gasps filled the colosseum.   But then—he stopped.   He took one breath. One step.   And everything changed.   Eremon’s aura swelled in silence, not as a flame but as a hunger that devoured everything around it. The green fire no longer roared — it hummed, a low vibration that rattled bone and spirit alike, it tolled the End, this is what all of his enemies had seen before they got obliterated, the low hum - the Harbinger of Death. Was that still their King ? Their Father ? Or was it an exterminator machine woken up...   The announcer’s voice cracked, terrified and reverent at once:   “He’s… he’s not holding back anymore. This is—this is the Beast.”   In less than a heartbeat, Evelyn’s spear met empty air. Eremon had slipped past her guard, a blur she couldn’t follow. His knee drove into her gut like a comet, his kick relentless - sending her crashing into the stands — only her shield saving her ribs from shattering.   Sellina barely had time to turn before his hand engulfed her face again.   CRUNCH.   The crowd screamed as he slammed her into the stone, dragging her across fifty meters of solid arena floor, carving a canyon in his wake, before hurling her skyward.   And then—   “Bei’Geit.”   A tidal wave of green flame obliterated her ascent. The explosion swallowed the horizon, light brighter than the sun, the sound louder than war itself.   People in the upper seats fell to their knees, clutching their ears, trembling under the sheer vibration of his Crai’Gai. Kaeli’s eyes streamed tears she didn’t understand, her hands gripping the railing so hard her knuckles bled.   “He’s… he’s not even human anymore…” she whispered. “He’s the monster they wrote about… the one who ended worlds.”   Beside her, Torren swallowed hard, his cocky grin gone.   “Gods help us… this is why no one can surpass him.”   Even the generals in the royal box leaned forward grimly, their hearts pounding. This was no longer demonstration. This was memory — Asiendal’s living history bleeding into the present.   Evelyn dragged herself out of the rubble, blood running down her temple, wings scorched. Sellina staggered to her feet across the field, white aura flickering, chest heaving. They weren’t broken — but they were beaten.   Eremon stood in the center of the arena, both weapons lowered, his aura towering into the heavens.   He didn’t smile. He didn’t taunt. His voice was low, cold, and absolute:   "You are beneath me still." He put his spear on his shoulder. "This is what Asiendal truly is about. Power" - He turned towards the audience. "People of Asiendal, these are your champions, these are your protectors against the End Tide, the Demons. Praise them and trust them, for it is their actions and will - that will save us all."   The crowd erupted into uncontrollable tears and cheers, their chants shaking the very sky:   “FOR OUR KING! FOR ASIENDAL!”   Eremon’s green fire simmered down, though the air still vibrated with it. The stone arena lay in ruin, slabs of rock smoldering, craters dotting the battlefield like scars. Evelyn leaned on her spear, blood dripping from her lip but her wings still unfurled — defiant. Sellina wiped the crimson from her cheek, white Crai’Gai flickering like a candle in a storm.   They weren’t defeated in spirit, but they had been stopped.   Eremon’s voice carried across the arena, firm and final:   “Not yet. You’re close. Closer than anyone else has ever been. But it is not your time.”   Evelyn spat blood into the dirt, grinning despite her bruises.   “One day, Father. One day I’ll put you down on your back.”   Sellina’s chest heaved, but her blades stayed raised, trembling in her hands.   “And when that day comes… I’ll be standing beside her.”   Eremon’s gaze softened — only slightly — but when he brushed his damp hair back and let those monster’s eyes glint under the light, the entire colosseum understood:   “Then I will wait. For that day. Whether it comes in ten thousand years or fifty.”   The roar that followed wasn’t cheers this time — it was a vow. Tears streamed down Kaeli’s face as she shouted until her throat bled. Torren was pale, shaken, gripping his comrade’s shoulder like a drowning man. Even hardened generals had mist in their eyes, realizing they had just watched history — no, divinity — at work.   Every Asiendalian in that colosseum understood: they lived under a king whose strength would never abandon them.   And yet — the younger generations, the cadets, Kaeli included — whispered with fire in their voices:   “One day… it will be us. We will reach him. We will surpass him.”