"Now, dear… Stand back and watch." Lester said, a grotesque grin stretching his face.

​Rosita, now twisted and enthralled as Nymeria, nodded, her crimson gaze devoid of humanity. She moved deliberately to the side, becoming a spectator to the massacre of her former allies.

​"Shit!!" Draco slammed his palm onto the ground and forced himself to his feet. He was the leader, the King who had crafted this plan. Losing two people—his friends—in an instant, shattered his composure.

​"What rank are you even on?!!" he snapped at Lester, his voice trembling with fury and desperation.

​Lester raised his hand, observing it as though it were a new toy. "You wouldn't know of it. I am from a higher world. In this context, my strength is that of a Seventh Order." He dismissed their knowledge with a wave.

"Of course, you don't know what that means."

​"Seventh Order... but he's stronger than a God-rank warrior?" Draco thought, his tactical mind racing to process the impossible gap in power. He looked over his shoulder at the remaining group: Miranda, Vancouver, Patrick, Elizabeth, Miami, and Olivia, then glanced at their dwindling soldiers.

​"We don't have a choice. We have to use it now," he said, locking eyes with Miranda.

​Miranda, understanding the gravity of his decision, turned her attention to the two essential pieces of the plan.

​"Girls, you know what to do, right?" she asked, her voice tight with urgency.

​The two women looked at each other in mounting confusion and terror. They had just discovered they were twins with some esoteric power, but they knew absolutely nothing about its function or control. The sudden, intense focus of everyone present paralyzed them.

​"We..." Olivia started, swallowing hard, shame and fear mixing in her expression. "We don't know how to use it."

​"It's simple! Just hold hands, and channel both your energies into your hands," Miranda quickly instructed, her tone desperate.

"Mark him! Focus on him as the target!"

​The two girls nodded, forcing themselves to act. They grabbed hands, their fingers interlacing tightly, and closed their eyes, channeling every ounce of their celestial energy into their joined hands.

​ZAP!

​A bright red lightning bolt zapped into existence between them. Simultaneously, they both stretched forth their glowing hands at Lester.

​BOOOOM!!

​Lester raised his head to the sky, a flicker of surprise—not fear—crossing his features as a massive maw of fire descended and swallowed him whole.

​"Move back!" Vancouver yelled, pushing the soldiers away as the fire exploded in a devastating conflagration, blasting Lester backward.

​BAM!!

​Lester landed lightly on his feet, chuckling. He casually wiped the dust from his skin. There was not a single scratch. The twin attack, their best and final move, had failed completely.

​"Twins' Death... A very good skill," he mocked, his smirk widening into a terrifying smile. "But you fools left out one crucial detail."

​He vanished from sight, reappearing instantly in front of Draco. Before the King could even raise his sword in defense, Lester's clawed hand slashed through him, cutting Draco into halves. He didn't pause, moving to the next target with impossible speed.

​"This skill only works on something five ranks higher or weaker than the girls! And I am far stronger than that!" he explained, his voice ringing with casual malice. He appeared in front of Elizabeth, and with a horrifying, single-minded motion, plunged his hand into her chest, bursting out the other side with her still-beating heart clutched in his grasp.

​"....?!!!"

​The remaining warriors were petrified with absolute horror. The speed and brutality of the attacks were inhuman.

​"No!! Fire!!!" Patrick screamed, launching himself forward in a last-ditch effort, but before he could cover a few feet, dark wind blades materialized and expertly severed both his dragon wings. He fell heavily to the ground, disabled.

​"Kill him!!!"

​The surviving soldiers, battleships, and warships all opened fire at once, enveloping Lester in a blinding storm of energy and bullets.

​"Really? This is only my manifestation with fifty percent of my strength, and you are this weak," Lester's voice drifted mockingly from the smoke. He walked out, completely unscathed, the sound of the projectiles hitting his skin like mere droplets bouncing off metal.

"Taking over your world will be a breeze."

​"So annoying," he muttered, waving his hand in irritation. Sharp, obsidian spikes shot up from the ground, targeting the cluster of surviving warriors.

​"Get out!!"

​Miranda lunged forward with her last reserves of strength, pushing the terrified Olivia and Miami violently out of the path of the approaching spikes. In that exact moment, the ground beneath her erupted, and spikes shot through her body, impaling her completely. Lester then turned his gaze to the soldiers; with a chilling, single application of his will, they all dropped dead.

".....?!!"

​Olivia and Miami sat on the ground, staring at their Queen, Miranda, in pure, gut-wrenching horror, disbelief, and shock.

​"No!!" Vancouver dropped his sword, his decades of military discipline dissolving into pure anguish. He rushed toward Miranda, staring at the spikes protruding from her, his face a ghostly pale.

​"No. No. No. No... I promised Sunny..." he choked out, the promise to his nephew now the defining tragedy of his life.

​"Tell my Son... I am sorry." That was all Miranda managed to whisper, her eyes fixed on Vancouver, before breathing her last.

​"So cute."

​Lester snapped his fingers, and before Vancouver's tear-filled eyes, the spikes violently shattered Miranda's body into pieces.

​"....?!!"

​Vancouver stood frozen, utterly numb, his armor soaked in the blood of his Queen, his mind blanked by the trauma.

​"No!!!" Miami finally snapped, her grief erupting into pure, reckless rage. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward Lester, only to be struck by a simple wave of his energy. She was thrown backward, smashing into the ground, and instantly vomited a mouthful of blood.

​"Miami!!" Olivia screamed in shock.

​"This is boring," Lester sighed, utterly unimpressed. "I should just kill the four of you and get going." He raised his hand, and the thousands of Wendigos wisely created distance as a monstrous ball of condensed dark fire appeared above Lester's palm.

​"Meet you in the afterlife!" Lester said with a demonic grin, preparing to erase the rest of the alliance.

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