The battle continued.
Safuu stood before the three men.
Behind her stood the Jalatta
Beside him stood a knight.
The knight's armor was made entirely of gold.
Not painted gold.
Not decorated with gold.
The armor itself seemed to be made from something that carried the color of pure sunlight.
At his side hung a sword.
A strange sword.
People said it had come from another time...
and another place.
The knight looked toward Safuu.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he spoke.
“Are you certain?”
Safuu did not answer.
The knight looked toward the burning city.
“You know what this will cause.”
Safuu remained silent.
“You could take another path.”
“A better one.”
“A path where fewer people die.”
Still...
Safuu said nothing.
The knight stepped closer.
“Then why?”
Safuu looked toward the horizon.
The smoke of Odania rose into the sky.
She watched it quietly.
“I have a choice.”
Her voice was calm.
“I can take the best path.”
The knight waited.
Safuu continued.
“And I even found a plan where only a few people would die.”
She paused.
Then she looked at him.
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“But would you believe me if I told you that someone came to me...”
“...claiming to be from the future?”
The knight's expression changed slightly.
Safuu looked back toward the horizon.
“He told me things.”
“Things I wish I had never known.”
Silence.
The knight understood that she had already made her decision.
“You're choosing this path anyway?”
Safuu did not answer.
She simply looked at Odania.
Sometimes...
knowing the future did not give someone the freedom to change it.
Sometimes...
it only gave them the burden of choosing which pain they could live with.
Safuu turned away.
“It is time.”
The battlefield.
The three men attacked together.
Blood exploded across the streets.
General VAREK's chains tore through buildings.
ZARQEN formed weapons from blood.
Minister NAREV remained behind them, watching everything unfold.
Safuu moved.
She avoided one attack.
Then another.
A blade of blood passed inches from her face.
She stepped forward.
The three surrounded her.
For the first time...
Safuu stopped running.
She stood completely still.
Her eyes became calm.
Too calm.
Then something changed.
The air around her seemed to become heavier.
The world itself felt as though it had paused.
Safuu did not activate her Origin.
She had already done that.
This time...
she allowed her full Origin to manifest.
It was not merely an ability.
It was her will.
Something deeper than a weapon.
Something connected to her soul.
The air trembled.
The ground beneath her feet began to shake.
Her presence spread across the battlefield.
Not like an attack.
Not like a spell.
It was a will so strong...
that reality itself seemed forced to acknowledge it.
VAREK's chains stopped in midair.
ZARQEN's blood blade trembled in his hand.
NAREV took a step backward.
For the first time...
the three men felt something they could not fight with weapons.
Something entered their minds.
Not their bodies.
Something deeper.
VAREK suddenly stopped.
His hands trembled.
The battlefield disappeared from his mind.
For the first time in years...
he remembered everything he had ignored.
Every person he had treated as a number.
Every family destroyed because of one of his decisions.
Every soldier he had sent forward knowing they might never return.
Every rebellion he had crushed.
Every life he had convinced himself did not matter.
He felt it all.
Not as memories.
But as if every neglected truth had returned at once.
VAREK fell to his knees.
“No...”
ZARQEN experienced something different.
He remembered every opportunity he had treated only as profit.
Every person he had used.
Every piece of land he had taken.
Every resource he had drained.
Every life he had considered part of a transaction.
For the first time...
he understood what he had taken for granted.
His wealth.
His influence.
His life.
Everything he believed would always belong to him.
He felt the weight of every choice.
He could barely breathe.
Minister NAREV saw something worse.
He saw the words he had erased.
The names he had removed.
The histories he had rewritten.
The children who had been taught lies because of him.
The truth he had buried beneath generations of ink.
He remembered every voice he had silenced.
Every truth he had turned into a lie.
Every mind he had helped keep asleep.
The three men were no longer fighting.
They were experiencing everything they had spent their lives avoiding.
Everything they had neglected.
Everything they had taken for granted.
Everything they had convinced themselves did not matter.
Safuu walked toward them.
They could not stop her.
They could barely move.
For a brief moment...
the three men understood themselves.
And that understanding broke them.
Safuu stood before them.
Her expression did not change.
She had given them everything they had refused to face.
Now...
there was nothing left between them.
Safuu raised her hand.
The battlefield became silent.
Then—
she killed them.
One after another.
The three men who believed they controlled Odania...
fell.
Their reign ended without another word.
Safuu stood among them.
The war was still burning around her.
The city was still dying.
And Safuu...
simply looked toward the horizon.
She had chosen her path.
And she knew exactly what it had cost.
Far from Safuu...
Safsan was still alive.
But his body was beginning to fail him.
He had already endured too much.
The sudden movement through GREEN THUNDER.
The shock of being thrown across the battlefield.
The blood.
The destruction.
The screams.
The constant fear.
The exhaustion.
His muscles felt heavy.
His breathing was uneven.
His ears were still ringing.
His vision came and went.
Sometimes the battlefield seemed sharp.
Then, a moment later, everything became blurred.
His stomach still felt unsettled from the violent movement.
Every breath felt heavier than the one before it.
His body was telling him to stop.
But he remained standing.
He looked toward the battlefield.
He could barely understand what he was seeing.
His head felt strangely distant from the rest of his body.
His legs were becoming unsteady.
He took a breath.
Then another.
He knew something was wrong.
Not because of one wound.
Not because of one attack.
Because everything had happened too quickly.
His body had been forced to keep going when it had already reached its limit.
Safsan lowered his head.
For a moment...
he wondered if he could keep himself standing.
Then he realized something.
He didn't have to.
He had already done what he could.
He had survived.
He had tried to save people.
He had kept moving when his body wanted him to stop.
Now...
he allowed himself to stop.
Safsan closed his eyes.
He did not fight the darkness.
He did not try to force himself awake.
He consciously let go.
His body finally relaxed.
His balance disappeared.
And Safsan...
lost consciousness.
The battlefield continued around him.
But he no longer heard it.
And somewhere within the chaos...
something was still watching.