He avenged his mother. He made Kitsune suffer.
’Avenge her...’ The words lingered on his lips
Was that really the truth?
’No...Not yet.’ he shook his head.
This wasn’t over.
There was still one more.
The true mastermind behind it all—the one who orchestrated his mother’s death, who pulled the strings from the shadows.
’That damn angel...’
As long as she lived, he would never move on.
He needed to kill her—to make her suffer—to fill the gaping void in his heart.
’I’ll find her, no matter what.’ His fist clenched with resolve.
With a newfound purpose, his mind sharpened. This might not have been a healthy way to go on, but it was working.
His gaze drifted to Kitsune’s discarded body, lying motionless on the ground.
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Without her soul, it was nothing more than an empty husk.
This gave him an idea.
He lifted his hand and healed any visible damaged.
Not out of kindness. Not out of mercy.
But rather because the body still had its uses.
After healing the wounds, he encased the body in a translucent, jelly-like substance, which hardened like resin, temporarily rendering it motionless.
Then, he stored it away.
Next,. he looked around at the destruction he caused.
Innocent lives were lost, yet guilt never came. Not even a whisper of it.
Still, he couldn’t let Lucy see him like this—she would worry. So before returning to her, he morphed back into his human form.
The backlash from his overload spell tore through him, his body wracked with pain.
Fortunately, the tenacity of his dragon bloodline kept him standing.
’Calm down.’ He closed his eyes and slowly began healing the broken magic pathways in his body, one by one.
It was like performing surgery on himself in real time—a feat only possible due to his extreme control and sensitivity.
The broken pathways pulsed, resisting at first, then slowly bending to his will.
A dull ache spread through his core, shifting into a searing heat as the pathways realigned.
’Focus,’
Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temples. His breathing grew heavier. The process wasn’t painless—every repair sent a fresh jolt through his nerves, like hot wires fusing together—but he endured it.
A final pulse of energy surged through his body, stabilizing the last of the fractures.
He flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders as strength slowly returned.
It wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t fully healed. But at least now, he could defend himself if someone tried to catch him off guard.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
A slow, deliberate applause echoed through the air.
"I didn’t think you’d actually pull it off."
The voice came from his right. At first, there was nothing—just empty space.
Then, the air rippled, distorting like a heatwave, and Miko stepped forward, barely a scratch on his body.
During their brief exchange earlier, he sensed it—the overwhelming power Miko was concealing.
Not as great as Kitsune’s, but still immense, placing him just beneath her in strength.
If Miko really intended to fight back then, Asher wouldn’t have been able to send him flying so easily.
"So, you’re finally showing your true colors. Want to test your luck?" Asher asked, his expression giving away nothing—not a hint of weakness.
Miko paused mid-step, standing at a distance. He studied Asher for a moment before speaking.
"Don’t worry," Miko said, his voice low, almost amused. "I have no intention of fighting a monster like you. No... Actually, I came here to thank you."
Asher’s brows furrowed. "Thank me?"
Miko smirked, tilting his head slightly. "For getting rid of that woman, of course."
"I hated her. She was arrogant, selfish—always looking down on the rest of us. You did us the favor by killing her.
Asher let out a low chuckle.
"What a load of nonsense. You’re just relieved I got rid of her so you can snatch the top spot for yourself. With your strength, I doubt the other general could pose much of a threat to you."
A wide grin spread across Miko’s face, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of respect and amusement. "There’s no hiding anything from you,"
He lingered for a heartbeat longer, studying Asher intently, before adding, "Let’s not cross paths again in the future. I hope your bad blood with us Yokai ends with that wretched woman."
Without another word, he turned on his feet and vanished into the air, leaving behind only the echo of his footstep.
Asher didn’t bother chasing. He just stood there, making sure no sudden attack came his way.
The last thing he needed was to get too complacent and let his guard down.
Seconds passed, then minutes.
But he still refused to let himself relax.
Only when he was certain the threat was really gone did he finally allow himself to breathe.
Then—
A rush of wind swept through the battlefield as two figures descended from the sky.
Two figures landed.
One of them broke into a run, and threw her arms around him, holding him tightly—as if afraid he would vanish if she let go.
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"Asher!"
Then, before he could say a word, her lips met his.
Her kiss caught him off guard, but the warmth of it settled something deep inside him.
In his moment of weakness, it was exactly what he needed.
The chaos in his mind, the storm of emotions—everything seemed to quiet, even if only temporarily.
"Lucy." He reciprocated the kiss, his lips pressing back against hers.
As he pulled back just slightly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.
Their kiss grew deeper, more aggressive.
Hands roamed over each other’s bodies, tracing the contours of their clothes as if trying to memorize them.
His hand slid up her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric.
She responded by looping her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair, sending shivers down his spine.
He let himself sink into the sensation, his mind briefly consumed by the thought of how lucky he was to have her—someone who kept him sane when everything else threatened to tear his mind apart.