The villain's side of the novel



As Nahl prepared for his final attack, a hushed anticipation fell upon the arena. The spectators held their breath, their eyes locked on the massive beast and the colossal energy swirling around him. Fray stood at the side, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, knowing that the decisive moment had arrived.

 *Roarrrr!*

 Fray stepped forward, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and determination. The battle was won, but the journey was far from over. As he extended a hand to Nahl, the beast turned towards him, their eyes meeting briefly in a moment of understanding and shared triumph.

 Together, they had proven that even the mightiest warriors could be overcome by the indomitable spirit and strength that resided within their alliance. The echoes of their victory reverberated throughout the arena, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who had borne witness to their extraordinary feat.

...

Using every ounce of his strength, Nahl sprinted towards Reynold with incredible speed, leaving behind a trail of subsequent images and a glowing path of energy. In the blink of an eye, Nahl arrived in front of Reynold. Channeling the massive amount of energy surrounding him, Nahl lowered his ax, intending to sever Reynold's head.

Sensing the immense power and danger of this attack as a desperate measure for survival, Reynold released all the energy he could gather, focusing it on his sword. Gripping the sword with both hands, he raised it above his head, prepared to defend against the onslaught.

Then, in a climactic display of power, Nahl unleashed his attack upon Reynold. The air seemed to split apart as the axe descended, carrying with it an unstoppable wave of energy. The sound was not a mere clash, but a symphony of destruction.

"*BOOM!*"

With an earth-shattering impact, the colossal energy collided with Reynold's defenses. The force was overwhelming, creating shockwaves that rippled through the arena. The spectators felt a gust of wind sweep over them, their hair tousling and their clothes fluttering as if caught in a tempest.

 *BOOM!*

 The explosion of power reverberated throughout the surroundings, resonating with a deafening roar. The arena shook, and cracks spiderwebbed across the once-sturdy floor, unable to withstand the unleashed might.

 The blinding light enveloped the battlefield, casting a radiant glow upon the combatants. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the clash reached its pinnacle. The spectators watched in awe, their mouths agape, unable to comprehend the sheer magnitude of the attack.

 As the dust settled and the light subsided, the aftermath of Nahl's final strike was revealed. The ground was scarred, ravaged by the immense energy unleashed. Reynold stood before the colossal force, his figure battered and his defenses shattered. The once-proud warrior was now humbled by the overwhelming power that had been unleashed upon him.

 Silence fell over the arena as the spectators processed the awe-inspiring spectacle they had just witnessed. The battle had reached its conclusion, and it was clear to all that Nahl's final attack had sealed Reynold's fate. Victory belonged to Fray and the formidable spirit that had fought at his side.

(Sh**! I've provoked the wrong person ) Noelle thought in horror as she struggled to maintain her balance. She deeply regretted her attempt to lure Fray, realizing that if he possessed such power, then the true might of the Parada family must be enormous. Observing the devastation before her eyes, Noelle understood that she and others had underestimated Fray and the Parada family's true capabilities.

"Uhg!" Reynolds let out a pained cry as his body shivered uncontrollably. This strike proved to be the most powerful attack he had ever faced.

Meanwhile, Nahl wore a calm expression as he opened his mouth and uttered a single word in a strange language, "Die." Though Reynold couldn't comprehend the exact meaning, an indescribable horror washed over him upon hearing it. He was certain that it was the most terrifying word he had ever encountered. Suddenly, the pressure of the attack intensified, gradually overwhelming Reynold's defenses. A tremendous surge of energy assaulted him, causing unbearable pain that coursed through his entire body. But it didn't end there.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Reynold unleashed a gut-wrenching scream as an excruciating pain emanated from his flanks. He glanced down, only to realize that Nahl's ax had severed his hand from the shoulder. Not even the slightest trace of his hand remained attached to his body.

"Oh my God! Such terrifying power!"

"The head of the Parada family didn't even need to intervene."

"This is horrifying. The ancient families possess unimaginable strength."

"How... How is this possible?"

Despite the battlefield being enveloped in a colossal cloud of dust, the witnesses couldn't escape the horrifying impact released by the clash. Fearful conversations filled the air as they discussed the situation.

*Clap!*

Suddenly, Fray clapped his hands with tremendous force, creating a powerful gust of wind that dispersed the dust cloud, revealing the ravaged battlefield.

"Is... Is Mr. Reynold dead?"

"Oh, My God!"

Amidst the debris, Reynold lay motionless on the ground, unconscious, with foam dripping from his mouth and a contorted expression of pain on his face. Witnessing this sight, the spectators trembled in fear at the ruthlessness displayed by Fray.

"But where's the spirit..." a bystander began to ask before his words trailed off. The person's attention shifted to Fray upon hearing his approaching footsteps.

Step - Step - Step

With a composed demeanor, Fray started walking away from the ruins, each step steady and resolute. The onlookers, previously filled with arrogance and pretension, now wore expressions of fear and nervousness. Without even realizing it, they respectfully parted, allowing Fray to pass unimpeded.

"He's... He's coming," Blanche thought in horror as she noticed Fray leaving the arena. She realized that now that Reynold had been defeated, Fray would carry out his threat and likely kill her. Desperation overcame her as she turned to Noelle, the one responsible for her current predicament. Unfortunately, Noelle lacked the power to confront one of the Six Ancient Families, especially a formidable one like the Paradas. Noelle averted her gaze, ignoring Blanche's plea for help. 

Blanche's mind raced, desperately seeking a solution. "Okay, calm down first, just calm down," she admonished herself, slapping her own face. "Summoning-type spirits require a significant amount of energy. After such a grueling battle, Fray must be weakened. If I can exploit his current vulnerability and launch an attack, I might be able to eliminate him for good. Then, I can help Noelle escape the pursuit of the Parada family." Blanche devised a plan amidst her terror.

Meanwhile, Fray had already forgotten about Blanche, focused on accomplishing his goals. However, he sensed a surge of intense killing intent directed at him. He turned towards its source and discovered Blanche, her hands fumbling within her clothes, seemingly trying to retrieve something.

Fray's instincts kicked in, propelling him towards Blanche with astounding speed.

On the other side, as Fray closed in, Blanche managed to produce a piece of paper adorned with strange symbols. She began slicing it at lightning speed, intending to activate its power. But...

"Fray, stop! You don't have the right..." Lisa, who had positioned herself in Blanche's path, interrupted Fray's advance and shouted desperately. Lisa's split-second delay provided Blanche with just enough time to complete the incision on the paper, triggering a colossal beam of flames hurtling toward their location.

"Sh**!" Blanche cursed angrily after launching the attack. Instead of reaching Fray, the attack now threatened Lisa Ronal, who stood in its path. 

As the colossal beam of flames hurtled toward Lisa Ronal, the air crackled with an impending catastrophe. Panic gripped her, and time seemed to slow down as her life hung in the balance. The intense heat and destructive force of the attack threatened to consume her completely.

Lisa's wide eyes reflected a mix of terror and desperation as she braced herself for the inevitable impact. Thoughts raced through her mind, fleeting memories and unfinished dreams flashing before her eyes. She realized the impending danger and , with nowhere to run, understood that if she were hit, she would surely die. But...

"What!!!"

In the final moments before the attack struck, a tall, muscular man materialized before Lisa's eyes.

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Note: don't cringe there's no harel in the novel, everything has a reason.