THIRD PERSON’S POV
The world held its breath. Not just one nation, but nearly a third of the globe was watching the battle unfold. Their eyes glued to the screens, terrified of what would come next. Every ruler, every government official, watched with growing dread. Demon had already shaken the world to its core, and now they prayed for her defeat, hoping that with her death, things would return to normal.
But deep down, many knew. This was beyond control.
"NO! Why did you let them separate?!" Vladimir shouted in frustration, slamming his fist against the table. He knew exactly what would happen now that Demon and Viper were apart. "They are unstoppable when they’re not holding each other back!"
Kurt, standing by the screen, tilted his head in confusion. "Wait... why is Viper just standing there?" He narrowed his eyes, observing Viper’s calm posture amidst the chaos. "They say the person who smiles on the verge of death is dangerous. And look at Viper… he’s smiling sweetly."
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Back at the White Monarchy base, Ripple couldn’t hold back her gasp as the live feed displayed Viper's killing. "Lord Azakura, Lord Viper is..." She stopped short, covering her eyes with a trembling hand to avoid the sight of Viper’s gruesome attack. "He’s like a monster..."
Mr. Azakura paused his work, lowering the sword he had been polishing. His gaze shifted to the screen, his expression grave. "This is the real Viper," he said quietly, memories of the past flashing through his mind—when his mansion had been attacked, and Viper, just a child, had saved them all. "He’s a monster wrapped in angelic form."
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The battlefield was a sea of bodies, the ground soaked with blood and sweat. Viper stood in the center, his scythe gleaming under the dim light. The eerie smile on his lips only widened as more enemies charged toward him.
His eyes glowed with an intensity that sent shivers down anyone's spine who dared to look at him.
The first soldier lunged at him with a spear. In a blink, Viper swung his scythe in a clean arc, severing the spear—and the soldier—clean in half. The body crumpled to the ground before it could even hit him.
"Next," He whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. His grin didn’t waver as another wave came at him.
Two soldiers attacked simultaneously—one from behind and one from the front. Viper shifted his stance, sidestepping the first blow while spinning his scythe backward, piercing the soldier behind him. Blood sprayed, painting the battlefield with crimson streaks.
The second soldier froze, but Viper was already in motion. With a swift kick, he knocked the man’s weapon from his hands, grabbing him by the throat with a speed that made it look effortless.
"You think I’m weak?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous. He tightened his grip, lifting the man off the ground. "You haven’t even seen what I’m capable of."
With a flick of his wrist, Viper tossed the soldier into a nearby tree.
From afar, the remaining soldiers hesitated, watching the slaughter unfold. Fear started to grip them.
*Bang!*
A bullet whizzed past Viper’s ear. His smile only grew wider.
"Ah, guns," He said with a chuckle, turning to face the next wave of enemies, now armed with rifles. "Finally, a challenge."
But as the gunfire erupted, He moved with lightning speed, his scythe spinning like a whirlwind. He deflected the bullets with such precision, it seemed unreal. The clang of metal echoed as the bullets ricocheted off his blade, flying back toward the shooters.
