Chapter Title : The Third Seal Of The Seven Seals of Heaven.
The sky above the central command front was bruised violet a storm crouched low, its thunderheads writhing like a living thing. The earth itself trembled beneath the march of thousands. And standing atop the ruins of an ancient fort wall, framed against the madness, were Huey and Julius.
Their coats flapped in the heat winds.
Below them, a line of defenders stood fast—SUHA's elite: Mujin, Andrei, and Zichen, each spaced precisely, each unmoving. They stood like boundary stones. Beyond them, an entire legion of Red Walkers waited, the air frosting visibly around their skinless, cracked bodies.
Huey smiled, eyes glowing with lazy contempt.
"How do you think you can stop this?" he asked, sweeping an arm toward the horde behind him. "This fate you're clinging to—it's death. Nothing else. And for what? For pride? For flags? Why waste your lives when you could stand with us?"
His voice echoed like a charm.
Zichen gave no answer.
Mujin didn't even blink.
But Julius chuckled darkly and clapped a hand on Huey's shoulder. "You're wasting your breath. The time for reasoning is long gone. SUHA had their chances—and they threw them away."
Then, without a signal, Julius raised his hands.
First upward, then forward.
At once, the horde moved.
Hundreds of Red Walkers, silent and starving, surged like a tidal wave. Their limbs bent at unnatural angles, their eyes burning blue with frostfire. Andrei took a half step back unconsciously.
Mujin turned to Zichen, voice razor-sharp. "We hold this line. Fast and clean—we finish here so we can reinforce the others."
Zichen gave a tight nod and stepped forward. A small silver bell slid from the sleeve of his robe, hovering beside him as if suspended by invisible threads.
He shouted, "Mujin! Andrei! Go! Go straight for Huey and Julius. I'll hold this off and link up when I'm done."
Mujin didn't hesitate. Andrei gritted his teeth and leapt after him.
Both shot into the sky—black shadows against a blistered dawn—arc-arcing high over the charging Walkers.
Huey stood at the rear, arms folded as the two silhouettes approached. "Well, well… they're skipping the intro."
On the ground below, the sound of war intensified.
Zichen reached out calmly in his clothing sleeve and his floating bell settled into his palm like an obedient hawk.
"Bell Toll Technique…" he whispered.
His fingers tightened on the handle as the walkers matched forward even more,
"Sealing Mantra."
The wind exploded outward from him in a perfect ring, blasting loose stones, sand, ice and bodies into the air. The air vibrated with the high-pitched toll of the bell. In an instant, a force swept outward from Zichen's rotating stance an eruption of concentrated energy that tore through the charging Walkers in every direction. Red ice bodies shattered, exploding like glass under pressure.
He stood alone in a widening circle of destruction.
But the victory was brief.
Around him, the fragments of red ice hissed and melted. Vapor rose thick, toxic, reeking of rusted blood and ozone. And then, piece by piece, limb by shattered limb, the Walkers began to reform. Ice bones knitted. Chests resealed. Cracked skulls blinked awake.
Zichen narrowed his eyes.
"They regenerate…" he murmured. "The same regenerative trait as Kenzo Madagascar same as the damn Red ice."
His fingers flexed around the bell.
"This'll be troublesome."
Far across the central command field, a violent explosion tore the horizon.
Mujin and Andrei had landed dust curling around their boots. The blast had thrown soil, broken metal, and shattered earth into the air.
And Julius stood in the center of it, breathing deep.
His body pulsed with a thick, black aura. Shadows clung to his muscles like armor. His irises were gone replaced by swirling sigils. The ground cracked beneath each step as he began to walk toward them.
Huey called from the rear, "Oh, you're pulling the rage card early? Going full monster already?"
Andrei kept his voice low. "Young President… do you know his ability?"
"No."
"Listen carefully. Julius is an Ascendant. His power is fueled by pure rage. When he enters rage mode, he unlocks the Seven Seals of Heaven."
Mujin turned slightly, now interested.
"It's real," Andrei continued. "Each seal amplifies him beyond natural limits. Strength, speed every attribute climbs. By the time he hits the Seventh, he's… a god, basically."
"Sounds excessive," Mujin muttered.
"No," Andrei snapped. "It is excessive. And it's about to get worse."
Julius lifted his right hand.
"Third Seal," he said.
"Open."
A dense cloud of smoke erupted around him. Black mist poured from his pores. The shape of his body became indistinct—his face blurred into shadow, his footsteps muffled. His presence became a gravitational force in the air.
Andrei's eyes widened. "Holy sh—"
Before he finished, Julius was gone.
He reappeared directly in front of Andrei, palm stretched toward his face.
The impact came a heartbeat later.
An invisible force a black horse of spectral power slammed into Andrei like a bullet train. The ground beneath him cratered as he was sent flying, his body smashing into stone, soil, and steel. The horse was only visible after it had struck a mirage from hell.
"You know too much" Julius said.
Mujin's eyes tracked it with mechanical calm. "He's fast."
Without pause, Mujin distanced himself quickly and clasped his hands together.
"Shadow Manipulation: Twin Gates."
Two ornate gates, glowing with violet runes, appeared behind Andrei's limp body. He hit them like a meteor, the gates absorbing the kinetic force of Julius's attack. The impact dissipated but the damage was done.
Andrei's right arm was twisted unnaturally. Blood poured from his nose, his eyes, his mouth.
Julius stalked forward, smoke rolling off him like a furnace.
Huey clicked his tongue. "This one's a problem," he muttered, nodding toward Mujin.
But Mujin had already moved. Twelve translucent cubes flickered into the air behind him Roman Cubes, their edges glowing like molten blue waves.
He said nothing.
He didn't blink.
He was watching both of them calculating his next move.
Far to the north, the air was thinner.
High above the frozen cliffs of Greenland, a white bird soared through the clouds. Its wings shimmered with energy as it descended.
On its back rode Hirito and Kazuki, their white robes flaring in the wind, their faces lit by an eerie calm.
Below them, their own army stirred hundreds of Red Walkers snarling and twitching, ice crystals forming with every breath.
The white bird dived.
A bolt of lightning struck the landing field—blinding, violent, divine.
And from it, Team Drondaya appeared.
Vincent. Chiro. Wei. And at the center Knight-Commander Drondaya, his cape unfurling like a banner, his blade already drawn.
No words were spoken.
Both sides stared at one another.
The snow began to fall, What was going to happen?