Blood splattered the walls. Fallen was out of control.
Bones snapped. Screams echoed. He tore through the demons like a beast unleashed.
Every punch, every rip, every stomp left gore behind.
And when the last demon fell… his eyes turned to the unknown man.
The man laughed, wicked and wild.
"Yes… YES! Kid of No.1—come break me!"
He sprinted at Fallen. They clashed in a storm of fists.
Fallen landed a jab. The unknown man slipped, recovered, and hit an uppercut.
"Not fast enough," the man taunted. "Still not raging enough!"
Then he smirked… and whispered the worst words Fallen could imagine.
"It's good your mother died. If she hadn't, I would've killed her myself."
Killed my mom…
KILLED MY MOM…
Fallen's inner voice thundered in his mind.
He screamed—raw, broken, powerful.
"Let me show you how No.2 plays," the man said, shoving Fallen backward to create space.
He whispered something with a cruel smile.
"This one belongs to your mother… failed child."
"GUARDS OF THE GATES!" he roared.
The ground cracked. Two dragons emerged—one white, one black.
The white one: a serpent of purity. One strike puts its victim into a state of nothingness.
The black one: pure death. One hit, and it's over.
No.2 only used the white dragon.
It struck Fallen—light blinding, force crushing.
Fallen didn't scream. He just… stopped.
His rage froze. His vision went dark. His body faded into stillness.
Nothingness.
"You're a fine subject," No.2 said, walking toward his unconscious body.
"I'll make you mine. Shape you into the next No.2."
"And after your father dies… I'll be the next No.1."
He laughed. Loud.
Fallen lay in silence.
No thoughts. No anger. No sound.
He had fainted into a place with no feeling.
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To be continued.