With Bullseye's defeat still fresh in their minds, the rebels found themselves consumed by curiosity. They exchanged bewildered glances and began questioning each other, desperate to find someone who had caught a glimpse of their mysterious savior's face. But their inquiries proved fruitless, as none had been fortunate enough to witness Fein's visage. Still, there was no time for idle speculation. They knew they had to seize the moment.
A surge of determination coursed through the rebels, dispelling their curiosity and focusing their attention back on the task at hand. They understood that the opportunity before them was too valuable to squander. It was time to strike while the iron was hot and bring the fight to the soldiers of the noble houses.
With a fierce roar that reverberated through the battlefield, one of the rebels unleashed a devastating sound wave from his open mouth. The raw power of his voice manifested in a visible wave of energy, hurtling towards the group of soldiers from the four noble houses. The force of the sound wave struck with a concussive impact, shaking the very foundations of their existence.
As the wave collided with the soldiers, their bodies were subjected to a torrent of unimaginable force. Blood spurted from their mouths, noses, and ears as the sheer intensity of the sound wave ruptured their delicate internal organs. Their expressions contorted in agony, their eyes widening in disbelief and terror.
Sensing the soldiers' vulnerability, the other rebels sprang into action with swift and deadly precision. With their swords held high, they charged towards their incapacitated adversaries, their movements fluid and coordinated. The rebels unleashed a barrage of merciless strikes, their blades cleaving through the air.
The clash of metal against flesh echoed through the chaos, accompanied by the anguished cries of the soldiers.
The soldiers, caught off guard and overwhelmed by the rebels' attack, stood no chance against their formidable enemies. One by one, they fell under the rebels' merciless blades, their bodies crumpling to the ground in lifeless heaps.
After witnessing the rebels' triumphant assault, Fein knew it was time to play his role. He quietly slipped away from the group, vanishing into the shadows as he prepared to confront the serpentine noble house. His consciousness expanded, extending throughout the castle like an invisible web.
With his perception locked onto an S-rank demon, Fein made his presence known. The demon, initially startled by Fein's intrusion, quickly regained his composure and responded with arrogant defiance.
"Who the fuck are you?" the demon spat, his voice filled with contemptuous arrogance. "How dare you trespass? Courting death, are you?"
Fein remained unfazed by the demon's bravado. His expression remained composed, his face betraying no hint of concern.
A sly smile danced upon Fein's lips as he prepared to answer the demon's challenge. His voice, carried a chilling tone that sent shivers down the demon's spine.
"Names are of little consequence," Fein replied, his voice laced with a mixture of calm assurance and veiled menace. "But you can call me Fein, the nightmare lurking in your darkest shadows. I've come to put an end to your reign of terror."
The demon's initial arrogance wavered, a glimmer of uncertainty flickering across his face. He attempted to mask his trepidation with a defiant sneer, desperately clinging to the vestiges of his fading confidence.
"You think you can challenge me?" the demon scoffed, his voice tinged with a blend of false bravado and genuine fear. "You'll regret crossing my path, Fein. Prepare to meet your doom."
The demon's fist shot forward, fueled by unbridled rage, aiming straight for Fein's face. But Fein, with a cocky grin, casually raised a single finger to intercept the blow, like swatting away an annoying insect. The impact reverberated through the air, the clash of power sending shockwaves in all directions.
Infuriated by Fein's audacious act, the demon's anger grew even fiercer. Dark energy crackled around his feet, swirling like a tempest of malevolence. With a deafening roar, he unleashed a devastating kick towards Fein's head, intending to shatter it like a fragile vase. The castle shook and trembled as the force of the blow tore through its foundations, threatening to bring it crashing down.
As the dust settled and the debris cleared, the demon's eyes widened in disbelief. There stood Fein, untouched and unscathed, not a single scratch on his smug face. It was as if the demon's attack had been nothing more than a playful tap.
Fein's smirk widened, a taunting gleam in his eyes as he reveled in the demon's shock and frustration.
"Is that all you've got?" Fein jeered, his voice dripping with mockery. "I expected more from a big, bad demon like you. Looks like you're all bark and no bite."
The demon's face twisted into a mask of fury, his rage boiling over like a volcano ready to erupt.
"You dare insult me?" he growled, his voice filled with venom. "I'll show you the true meaning of pain!"
Without hesitation, the demon conjured a storm of dark energy projectiles, hurling them at Fein. However, Fein stood motionless without intending to dodge.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
With his body, Fein tanked the attacks. He just yawned and gave the S-rank demon a look of disinterest and boredom.
When the barrage finally ceased, Fein stood there, unruffled and nonchalant. He flicked an imaginary speck of dust from his shoulder, his expression one of utter indifference.
"Is that the best you can do?" Fein scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're weaker than a newborn kitten. I've seen scarier dust bunnies."
The demon's fury reached its boiling point, his fists trembling with pent-up rage. The humiliation and the mocking words stung like a thousand barbs, fueling his desire for revenge.
"You'll regret ever crossing me!" the demon snarled, his voice trembling with anger. "I'll tear you apart limb by limb and feast on your pathetic remains!"
Boredom had taken its toll on Fein, and with a sigh of weariness, he decided it was time to unleash his true power. Drawing in a deep breath, he focused his energy, channeling it into a chilling coldness that seemed to permeate the very air around him. Frost formed on his lips as his breath reached temperatures nearing absolute zero.
The S-rank demon, realizing the imminent danger, hastily conjured three formidable barriers in a desperate attempt to protect himself. But they were no match for Fein's icy breath. The barriers cracked and shattered like fragile glass, unable to withstand the intense cold that radiated from Fein's exhalation.
As the barriers disintegrated into shards of ice, the S-rank demon found himself encased in a frozen prison. His once mighty form, now transformed into an exquisite sculpture of ice.
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