Tirnanog

The battlefield was silent for a moment, as if the world itself had paused to witness what had just transpired. Youth, now fully embraced by the dark power of his new form, stood tall, his spear and arm still dripping with blood. His red X-marked eye glowed fiercely, burning with the intensity of his rage. His black armor shimmered ominously in the flickering light of the burning village.

Sarevsael, who had once been so confident in his abilities, now lay crumpled on the ground, his body torn apart by Youth's overwhelming power. Blood stained the earth as the once-proud knight's life was snuffed out in an instant. The sound of his body being ripped apart echoed in the silence, and the knights watching from afar could only stare in stunned disbelief.

"Impossible," Rooks muttered, his voice barely a whisper, as he watched the carnage unfold. "He… he just killed…. Sarevsael…"

Youth's chest heaved with the weight of the battle, his heart still pounding with the adrenaline of the fight. But despite his victory, he remained focused, his gaze locked on the remaining knights. The others had retreated, their fear and confusion evident in their panicked retreat. They had seen something they were not prepared for the sheer power that Youth had unleashed. The once-mighty Sarevsael, defeated so effortlessly, was proof of that.

But Rooks and Fort were still there. They were not moving, their bodies too battered and broken to escape. Youth's gaze shifted between the two knights, the fear in their eyes palpable. They knew they had no chance against him now.

Fort, struggling to move, could barely stand as he looked at Youth. The overwhelming sense of power radiating from him was impossible to ignore. His hands shook, and for the first time, he felt completely powerless.

"This... this guy.. he's on a different level," Fort murmured under his breath, his voice trembling. "He's… he's on par with the 13 Knights... maybe even stronger..."

Rooks, his face pale with fear, slowly backed away, his eyes wide with terror.

 "Get a grip, we need to go now!" 

His grip on his spear tightened, but he knew deep down that it was futile. The difference in power was too vast. Youth had just destroyed one of their own with ease, and there was nothing they could do to stop him.

Youth stepped forward, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He looked down at Rooks and Fort, and for a brief moment, the tension in the air was suffocating. Neither of the knights dared to move, their bodies frozen in place by the fear that clutched at their hearts.

Fort's heart raced. He knew the truth now Youth was no longer just some rebel. He was something far more dangerous. But even though he wanted to fight, his body wouldn't respond. The fear was too much. He nodded shakily, unwilling to challenge the sheer power in front of him.

Rooks, still in a daze, slowly turned and began to stagger away, dragging his broken body behind him. 

"Let's go, Fort," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. 

"Before he decides to kill us too."

The two knights stumbled away, their movements slow and labored as they retreated into the distance. The sight of Youth's overwhelming power was still burned into their minds, and it would haunt them for a long time to come.

As they left, Schneizal and Sequana, who had been watching from a distance, approached cautiously. They could hardly believe what they had just witnessed. Youth had transformed before their eyes, from a young man struggling to find his place to someone who had become a force capable of taking down a Grade 3 knight with ease.

"That... that was incredible," Schneizal said, his voice filled with awe. 

"He's... a different person now."

Sequana, still shocked, could only nod in agreement. 

"I've never seen anything like it. He... he's like a monster."

Youth stood silently, his gaze lingering on the retreating forms of Rooks and Fort. The battle was over, but the war was far from it. There was still much to be done. Much more to fight for. And now, with his newfound power, Youth knew he could face whatever came next.

But one thing was clear—there was no going back from this. The line between ally and enemy had blurred, and the future was uncertain. Youth's journey had just begun, and there was no telling where it would take him next.

As the smoke from the burning village billowed into the sky, Youth turned away, his eyes set on the horizon. The fight had only just begun, and he would do whatever it took to see it through to the end.