We start with Haarun.

  Haarun is completely surrounded by countless Gearborn — moving corpses, swarming from every direction.

  They attack nonstop — But Haarun?Yeah, he’s not the type to stop either. At near sound-breaking speed, every second he slices ten to twelve Gearborn into pieces with his twin red daggers.

  That deadly, razor-sharp grin is still on his face — as if this massacre is genuinely entertaining to him.

  A red, lightning-like energy swirls around his whole body. The countless half-dead Gearborn charging at him get shredded instantly by that crimson aura and the daggers’ strikes.

  Behind him lie — torn limbs, smoke rising from bodies melted by acid, and long streaks of crimson energy trailing from both his body and his blades.

  After crushing hundreds of Gearborn, Haarun finally stops in one spot. He looks up — and sees more and more groups of Gearborn pouring in like endless waves.

  Around his feet lie countless shredded corpses and splashes of acid. Enemies keep coming from every direction.

  Seeing this endless swarm, Haarun tilts his head up with pure attitude and says:— “Damn… I was trying to have a little more fun. But looking at you guys… seems like it’s time to end the party.”

  Right after saying that, he puts his daggers away. Then he pulls out the massive red sword strapped to his back.

  The moment he grabs the sword, Haarun smirks — and instantly the blade begins to transform, as if its true power had been hidden all along. Right before his eyes, the sword splits into two, fitting into each of Haarun’s hands…

  And within seconds, the entire thing reshapes into two high-tech, advanced guns. Haarun raises the twin guns — once a single massive sword, now transformed — and says in a cold, steady voice:— “This is my Sword-Form Gun… I’m calling it — Red Requiem.”

  The moment those words leave his mouth, Haarun spreads his arms wide and starts firing.

  But these aren’t normal bullets. What shoots out are pure crimson energy rounds — laser shards of destruction. It doesn’t even feel like bullets… It feels like judgment.

  Haarun keeps firing nonstop as he slowly rotates his body. From both guns, streams of red laser rounds burst out like a storm, tearing through hundreds of Gearborn every second — ripping them apart mid-charge.

  In just moments, an eerie, almost otherworldly vortex forms around him — red streaks from the laser shots, acidic smoke from fallen Gearborn, and flying chunks of their shredded limbs — all swirling together into a grotesque yet mesmerizing whirlpool.

  But the most surprising thing? Even though those laser rounds are insanely powerful, if they hit a tree, not even a spark appears. It’s like they’re crafted purely for destruction — yet they refuse to harm nature itself.

  At this moment, Haarun doesn’t even look human anymore — he’s a walking massacre, a full-on killing machine with destruction mode completely switched on.

  But just a little earlier, we shifted to Sa’ut. Sa’ut rides through the air, slicing past the canopy with both feet planted on two of his drones. He crosses the dense forest and reaches an area filled with massive scattered boulders.

  A little farther ahead, Sa’ut spots Nerath. Nerath is wandering along the riverbank between the giant rocks, scanning every corner, clearly searching for Haarun.

  Sa’ut glides in front of him and stops a short distance away, stepping off his drone. As soon as he lands, Sa’ut speaks with calm confidence:— “Yo Nerath… looking for Haarun?”

  Nerath instantly shifts his gaze toward him and sees Sa’ut standing there, steady and confident, surrounded by ten hovering drones.

  Sa’ut lifts his hood, lowers his mask, and says with pure attitude:— “Nerath… you saw me freeze when Haarun showed up. But don’t get it twisted — you’re seriously underestimating me.”

  Nerath grips his Chain Sickle and gets into position, visibly sensing that something’s different. Sa’ut continues in a cold voice:— “Yeah, I’ll admit I’m not as strong as the others… but what I can do — none of them can.”

  And the moment he finishes, eight of his drones unleash a torrential barrage of lasers straight at Nerath. But Nerath doesn’t freeze — he spins both blades of his Chain Sickle like twin wings, blocking every shot at insane speed.

  His feet never stop moving for even a split second. He’s moving so fast that four to five shadow-like afterimages appear around him at the same time.

  The continuous laser fire turns the entire area into a storm of blazing red flashes, illuminating the whole place like a battlefield on fire.

  And Nerath can’t destroy the drones — they’re never still, zipping around unpredictably.

  Meanwhile, Sa’ut stands perfectly still, controlling the entire drone squad through two floating hologram screens, fingers gliding across the air like he’s playing an instrument.

  Under this relentless assault, Nerath’s focus shifts completely. He’s no longer watching Sa’ut at all — his entire attention is locked on dodging lasers just to stay alive.

  Sa’ut’s drones keep firing relentlessly. While blocking the incoming shots, Nerath grows irritated and mutters in his head:— “This kid… he’s nothing like that dagger boy. His drones are moving at completely unnatural speed.”

  And the moment that thought hits him — Nerath realizes he just made a massive mistake.

  Because right then, Sa’ut himself bursts straight through the storm of lasers and launches at him, closing the distance in an instant. He appears right in Nerath’s face and delivers a brutal flying kick.

  But Nerath clenches his teeth and tanks the hit. He knows one slip-up equals instant death. Even after taking the kick, he blocks more incoming shots and sprints backward to create distance.

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  He stops a good distance away — but the laser barrage still isn’t stopping. While blocking, Nerath looks up at Sa’ut… and freezes in shock.

  Sa’ut is walking toward him, Calm, Slow, With the coldest, cockiest grin on his face. And the craziest part? Not a single laser is touching him.

  Seeing Sa’ut like this throws Nerath completely off. His instincts scream danger, and before he can think twice — he spins around and bolts toward the river at breakneck speed.

  He dives straight into the water — but multiple laser shots had already struck him before he even hit the surface.

  Sa’ut watches Nerath splash into the river, eyebrows raised in confusion:— “What’s this dude doing? In the forest, both of us were ready to die battling each other… and now he runs just because of a few lasers?”

  Sa’ut didn’t waste even a second. Placing both feet on his drones, he floated over the river and reached the center, immediately scanning the water for any sign of Nerath.

  He was sweeping his gaze across the surface — right then, Nerath suddenly burst out from the depths, springing upward and sprinting across the water at lightning speed straight toward Sa’ut.

  Seeing Nerath’s insane velocity, Sa’ut instantly leaned back on his drones and started drifting backward in mid-air.

  But there was no fear on his face — not even a trace. Instead, without a moment’s hesitation, he unleashed a wild storm of laser fire toward Nerath using his drones again.

  But Nerath wasn’t the type to stop either. While sprinting on the water’s surface, he spun both blades of his Chain Sickle with electric precision,

  cutting through thousands of lasers as he pushed forward. Right now, the two of them were locked in a pure speed battle right over the river.

  Nerath wasn’t letting a single incoming shot pass — every attack was getting sliced apart as he advanced, leaving massive splashes blooming behind him.

  Their movements were so fast that trails of blue energy started streaming off their bodies, forming long streaks — like two glowing blue serpents racing across the river.

  While running, Nerath roared in fury:— “You’ve annoyed me for long enough… now learn what death looks like up close!”

  Hearing this, Sa’ut let out a playful, mocking laugh:— “Hm Hm… HaHaHa…”

  and with a voice overflowing with pure, joyful confidence, he said:— “I annoyed you? Then listen closely… the real annoyance starts now.”

  While sprinting, Nerath pushed his speed even further — and in an instant, he was charging toward Sa’ut like a raging storm.

  Seeing Nerath rush toward him so insanely fast, Sa’ut immediately jumped off his drones, performed a clean, high backflip, and landed far, far away.

  But he didn’t land on the ground or the water — he landed perfectly mid-air on two separate drones waiting for him.

  Watching Sa’ut move farther away, Nerath only accelerated even more. But Sa’ut wasn’t slowing down either.

  He kept switching between drones at high speed — sometimes backflipping, sometimes frontflipping, sometimes sideflipping, and sometimes soaring high into the sky with massive jumps.

  At this point, Sa’ut wasn’t just fighting — It looked like he was performing a deadly gymnastics routine. Every time Nerath attacked, Sa’ut shifted his position mid-air and dashed in another direction.

  In the middle of all this relentless movement, the energy bursting off their bodies painted a surreal scene — as if lightning was dancing around them and the sky was lighting up with every step.

  Finally, Sa’ut took one massive leap and landed on a drone floating high in the sky, coming to a stop mid-air. From up there, he looked down and said in a playful voice:— “What’s wrong, Nerath? Can’t come up here?”

  The moment Sa’ut finished speaking, Nerath launched himself from the center of the river with a colossal jump — shooting upward at near sonic speed, straight toward Sa’ut.

  The force of his jump blasted the water apart, sending massive sprays flying in every direction — and the spot where he jumped from was left completely dry.

  The shockwave from that supercharged leap cracked every rock around the river, shattering them into pieces.

  The moment Sa’ut saw Nerath getting close, he gave a joyful grin mid-air and suddenly dashed off in another direction.

  But Nerath wasn’t slowing down either — he unleashed a massive shockwave in mid-air, twisting his momentum and slicing through the wind straight toward Sa’ut again.

  Sa’ut finally landed on one of the huge rocks atop the waterfall, and Nerath landed right in front of him. The moment he touched down, Nerath spoke in a cold, sharp voice:— “This fight… is the end game of your life.”

  Hearing that, Sa’ut flashed that same badass grin again. With a voice full of attitude, he replied:— “The Game hasn’t even started yet.”

  As soon as he said that, two more hologram screens appeared beside him — now four screens floated around him in total.

  The moment those screens appeared, the surrounding drones began shifting their form. Right before Nerath’s eyes, each drone sprouted four laser shooters around its frame. Sa’ut gave a razor-edged smirk and said in a sharp tone:— “Let’s go… end of the game.”

  The moment Sa’ut finished speaking, all ten of his drones started firing at once — and instantly began spinning like a raging storm.

  The lasers blasted out of the drones so violently that every rock nearby shattered in seconds; chunks of stone exploded and scattered everywhere under the relentless impact.

  Around each drone, a terrifying vortex of laser-lightning started forming — like uncontrolled flaming cyclones tearing through the sky.

  The noise was so intense that even the massive rocks around them trembled, and the waterfall beside them shook from the vibration. The laser glow was so blinding, any normal person would’ve gone blind instantly.

  And right in the middle of that monstrous whirlstorm stood Sa’ut — wearing a grin dripping with attitude, eyes burning with wild, unshakeable confidence.

  Seeing Sa’ut’s insane drone formation, Nerath froze for a split second. He didn’t waste any more time — he instantly reshaped his Chain Sickle into a massive Double-bladed Scythe.

  Then he started spinning it like a high-speed turbine, cutting through every laser that came his way and deflecting them to the sides.

  But these lasers weren’t like before anymore — their speed was sky-high, and their numbers? Straight-up countless.

  Nerath couldn’t keep up anymore. He tried to retreat — but right then, several lasers shot in from behind and slammed straight into his body, tearing it open and spraying blood everywhere.

  After that hit, Nerath couldn’t even swing his Double-bladed Scythe properly. He was visibly weakened, his body instantly torn and bleeding all over.

  Still, he didn’t stop dodging. But the moment his speed dropped, the lasers pierced through him like a rainstorm — and within seconds, hundreds of holes were carved across his entire body.

  Nerath’s body was now torn, shredded, and soaked in blood. The Double-bladed Scythe slowly slipped from his weakening grip and clattered onto the ground, as Nerath collapsed to his knees.

  Seeing Nerath completely broken, Sa’ut finally halted his drones. He turned around and calmly began walking away — convinced the fight was absolutely over.

  That’s when Sa’ut suddenly heard a soft laugh. He quickly turned back — and saw Nerath slowly lifting his head.

  But the smile on his face wasn’t the same bloodthirsty grin as before… There was no rage in it, no hunger for violence — only a strange calmness, a gentle warmth, and an unmistakable happiness in his eyes. As if even in defeat, he had somehow gained a victory inside himself.

  Seeing Nerath like this in such a broken state left Sa’ut completely stunned. He couldn’t understand anything — it was as if time itself had stopped.

  Nerath stopped smiling and spoke in a soft, peaceful voice:— “I always knew I would die like this… After all the sins I committed, I deserve this punishment.”

  He paused for a moment, then looked at Sa’ut with gentle eyes and added:— “But I never knew punishment could feel this peaceful. He was right… Life has pain — and even inside pain, there’s hidden joy.”

  Sa’ut slowly walked closer, still confused, and asked in a shocked voice:— “What are you trying to say?”

  Nerath gave a faint, tender smile:— “I want to thank you… for giving me my death. At least… I didn’t die as a weakling today. I have one request— don’t let my weapon go to waste… It was everything to me.”

  Saying that, Nerath let out a gentle, liberated smile — and with his final breath, fell silent forever.

  Sa’ut just stood there, eyes wide with disbelief — as if he still couldn’t understand how the ending became so… peaceful.