Noa and Malon immediately furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.

“Hey!” Noa spoke in a louder tone, “Why did you just–” She was abruptly punched across the face by Jiro. She was thrown into the air before landing on the ground a few feet away.

Malon saw this and immediately put his guard up. ‘I can’t forget how fast this bastard is…’ He thought to himself, rushing to Noa and putting up his shield.

“That was for binding me, you silly bitch!” Jiro yelled, returning to his brother.

Noa slowly sat up, her lip cut slightly. She had one eye closed as she saw what was happening in front of her.

With Jiro’s help, Mrama slowly woke up and got to his feet.

At that moment, Mrama, Jiro, and Helas stood beside each other.

Noa and Malon couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“Lrax…?” Noa said, her voice stopping with disbelief.

“Don’t call him that,” Malon exclaimed, his face fuming with anger. “This bastard is a slug.”

At that moment, Helas burst out into a laugh, “You didn’t notice? My acting skills have been superb!”

Many memories raced through Malon’s head at that moment as he gritted his teeth.

‘The time we first came to this warehouse… we thought that Mrama and Jiro had slain those Zasean warriors… but now that I think about it, the only survivor was him. He was unbruised… he must have slaughtered them without any second thoughts.’

“Why now? Why have you kept yourself hidden for so long?” Noa said, rising to her feet.

“You could have let this city already be destroyed.” She continued, still bewildered by this predicament.

“All those people that said you weren’t a trustworthy leader when we first came to this city… they were actually the ones that were right…”

On hearing all of this, Helas raised his chin, “Because our goal isn’t to destroy this city. If it was, we wouldn’t have stayed here for so many years. Our goal is to slowly use the rats of this city in our lab, and keep it running steadily. Everything was going fine before you bastards showed up…”

Noa gritted her teeth in anger, “You consider your own people labrats?”

Helas smirked, “The only people I have are the ones that saved me from dying.” He looked to his sides, where Jiro and Mrama stood.

After a pause, he continued: “The Zasean natives are no people of mine. Even when I acted nice, kind… and soft with them, they used those weaknesses of mine as a way to abuse me with words of their sorrow. Like that old bitch and her fucking wailing about her damn son.”

“Thats enough…” Malon said, “If you are going to fight, prepare to die, you bastard.”

With that, Jiro and Helas changed their attention to Mrama, who hadn’t said a word this entire time.

He was awake, but he had been staring at the floor.

“Oi! Mrama! Are you ready to fight!?” Jiro shouted with a smile on his face.

However, Mrama didn’t answer, unlike usual.

‘What the hell? Is this really my brother? The same brother who breathed and lived in fighting and nothing but fighting?’

Finally, Mrama looked at his hands and spoke: “I… I…” He stammered, his voice quite soft and weak.

“I don’t want to fight.” He finally said, confusing Jiro and Helas. “I can’t fight. I don’t have my power… my power that was the meaning behind everything. The only reason I loved my life was for fighting… and now, I can’t fight without my power…

I am a weakling…” Mrama seemed traumatized and broken.

“Don’t call yourself that!” Jiro screamed, “You hate that word, remember!? Your least liked word is a weakling, brother, have you forgotten!? You call those that deserve to die weaklings… not yourself!”

After a short pause, Mrama slowly looked over at Jiro and locked eyes with him.

Jiro gasped slightly as he saw Mrama’s tear-filled eyes of sorrow.

From those eyes alone, Jiro understood an unspoken message.

“No…” Jiro said, “Don’t… you can’t. We can get your power bac–” He stopped speaking as Mrama placed his hands on the sides of his head… and twisted his neck as hard as possible.

*CRACK*

He slowly fell forward with a loud thud.

Jiro’s breaths were ragged, his eyes as wide as planets as he saw his brother fall.

“Brother…” Tears began to form in his eyes as he fell onto his knees. “KRREAAGHHH!!!” He screamed from the depths of his throat, scratching his chest with his fingers as as exclaimed his frustration and sorrow.

“DAMN IT ALLL!!” He slammed his head onto the ground as hard as possible.

Out of nowhere, a blast of killing intent exploded out from the young man. His Aura became electrified, sparking like small lightning bolts around his skin as he slowly stood up.

“I will kill you… I WILL KILL YOU ALL!” He blitzed forward at unfathomable speeds.

Malon nor Noa could even see his blur, he was so fast.

However, as the short man reached inches from Malon’s unguarded face, he was eradicated mid-air from a duo of powerful lazers.

His legs were chopped off at once, the slug falling to the floor and screaming in agony.

Tyr slowly floated down from above, and stood right in front of Black.

Noa and Malon heaved sighs of relief as they saw Tyr appear.

Tyr placed his hand on Black’s head before grinning widely, “Your final act was for nothing… and your lifes work has gone to shit. Regret it more in your afterlife.”

With that, Tyr spun the old man’s head around like a bottle cap–instantly severing his spine and ending his life.

Tyr made his way in front of Helas, facing the man with glorious golden eyes.

“You tried to salvage this?” Tyr’s face contorted to laughter, “Hahaha!” He wholeheartedly pealed.

Helas’ chin was lowered, his eyes dancing with worry as he clenched his fists.

“You, my friend, have an important role.” Tyr placed his hand on Helas’ shoulder before pausing, “You are going to be the singing trophy that I get to show this city as proof of my victory… make sure your vocal cords are ready to scream as loud as they can.”

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