Executioner's League-Chapter 79: The Reforged Hand!

Two Hours Later – Neonis

Outskirts Medical Bay (Underground Safezone)

Kael lay unconscious in a

reinforced med-pod as pulses of restorative energy cycled through his

bloodstream. The corrupted core within his chest flickered with unstable light,

struggling to balance the dark energy Seraph had implanted with the Hyper Resonance

Flux it was born to channel.

Senjuro stood nearby, arms

folded, his body still bruised and bloodied. Kyrin leaned against the wall,

both his blades laid out on a table, cracked and stained with residue from the

Ashvein battle.

"He's stabilizing," the

medic said, her voice low. "But whatever they did to his core—it's not just

corruption. It's transformation. His flux is adapting to something new."

Kyrin exhaled. "We don't

even know what that means."

Senjuro's gaze didn't

leave Kael. "It means he's becoming something Seraph wants to control. And we

can't let that happen."

Before anyone could speak

further, a harsh static crackled through the secure channel. A distorted voice

came through. Not Seraph.

"To those who took what

belongs to us—you've made your defiance clear. Come. Let's finish this in the

Wastes of Rythis. Or do you prefer to cower while your friend fades?"

The signal cut.

Senjuro's eyes narrowed.

"That wasn't Seraph."

"No," Kyrin said, standing

tall. "That was someone else."

One Hour Later – Wastes of

Rythis

A bleak, irradiated

stretch of ruined land, the Wastes of Rythis were the remnants of a

once-vibrant flux reactor city—obliterated during the early stages of the Flux

Wars. Now, only ash, twisted steel, and endless echoes remained.

Senjuro and Kyrin

approached the coordinates transmitted through the taunting message, weapons

drawn and every sense heightened. Ash fell from the sky like black snow.

They reached the center of

a collapsed reactor core—mangled turbine blades half-buried in the ground,

surrounded by jagged shards of broken energy towers. In the middle stood a man.

No, not quite a man.

He was tall, muscular, his

armor pitch black with glowing crimson channels pulsing like veins. A long

cloak trailed behind him, and a cruel-looking halberd rested across his

shoulders. His face was obscured by a visor shaped like a sharpened V, and his

presence radiated oppressive dominance.

"I am Vorenth,"

he said, his voice cold and smooth like sharpened glass. "Seraph's hand. The

one who completes what he begins."

Senjuro took a step

forward, glaive pointed. "Then you're the one we break before we get to him."

Vorenth tilted his head,

amused. "You think this is a rescue mission. It's not. This is an execution."

Without another word, the

ground exploded beneath Senjuro and Kyrin as Vorenth stomped once—triggering

buried flux mines designed to disrupt resonance.

Both were flung back,

tumbling across the blackened rubble.

Kyrin was on his feet

first, dual blades spinning to his hands. He moved like a blur, slashing low,

high, then spinning midair to strike from behind.

Vorenth blocked with the

haft of his halberd without looking, his body rotating with fluid precision. He

countered with a swing that released a shockwave of crimson energy—knocking

Kyrin into the remains of a ruined tower.

Senjuro surged in next,

channeling raw flux into his strikes. His glaive burned with radiant blue light

as he unleashed a series of high-precision strikes meant to overwhelm.

Vorenth caught one with

his hand.

"Pathetic," he hissed,

then twisted Senjuro's glaive out of his grip and drove a knee into his

stomach, launching him into the air.

Senjuro crashed through a

column and rolled across the ground.

Kyrin rejoined, dragging

one of his blades through the earth and summoning a flux arc that detonated

beneath Vorenth's feet. The blast clouded vision for a second.

Kyrin moved in—only to be

caught mid-strike by Vorenth's hand around his throat.

"I expected more," Vorenth

whispered, lifting him effortlessly. Then he hurled him into Senjuro, slamming

both of them into the remains of a reactor wall.

"Seraph warned me about

you two," Vorenth said, casually spinning his halberd before slamming it into

the ground. The impact cracked the earth in a ten-meter radius.

"You're not heroes. You're

pawns in a larger game."

Senjuro rose again,

bruised and bleeding. He forced himself forward, calling to the deep core of

his flux. His eyes shimmered as he unlocked his inner potential—Glaive Form:

Spectral Drive. His glaive split into two crescent-shaped weapons, each

glowing with enhanced resonance.

Kyrin stood beside him,

both blades igniting in full flux fusion—Azure Phantom Mode.

Together, they launched a

coordinated attack. Spinning, dashing, leaping strike after strike, explosion

after explosion. Their synchronization was flawless, the culmination of

brotherhood in battle.

For a moment, it looked

like Vorenth was slowing.

Until he stopped moving

entirely.

Then his armor glowed.

Not red. But something

deeper. Voidflux.

With a single burst of

energy, he unleashed a black-red sphere of gravitational flux—compressing the

air around him into a vortex that bent reality. Both Kyrin and Senjuro were

pulled toward him, helpless.

Vorenth moved through the

vortex like a phantom.

He struck Senjuro with a

precise blow to the shoulder, shattering bone and slicing muscle. Senjuro cried

out and collapsed, his glaive flickering and fading.

Kyrin swung wildly,

rage-fueled, but Vorenth was faster. He ducked low and drove the tip of his

halberd into Kyrin's chest, cracking ribs, then lifted him and threw him like a

ragdoll across the field.

Both lay still. Beaten.

Broken.

Vorenth approached slowly,

halberd dragging.

He stood over them,

unchallenged.

"I want you to remember

this pain," he said. "When your friend wakes up and becomes something you can't

stop—remember that you failed. Today wasn't your end. It was your warning."

He turned, tapping a

signal beacon on his wrist. A sleek black airship descended silently behind

him, cloaked in shadow.

"I have what I need," he

added as the ship's bay opened. "Kael's transformation is already underway. He

will serve. You two... will live. But only to witness what he becomes."

With that, Vorenth

vanished into the ship.

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And the sky went still.

Later That Night – Neonis

Medical Safezone

Kyrin's eyes flickered

open. Pain laced every nerve in his body. He turned slightly and saw Senjuro

beside him—awake, bandaged heavily, barely breathing.

Neither spoke for a long

moment.

Eventually, Senjuro forced

out a whisper. "We... lost."

Kyrin gritted his teeth.

"He was something else. His energy—his flux—it wasn't just corrupted... it was

something worse."

"The Void," Senjuro said

quietly. "It's not just Dark Energy anymore. They've found a way to bend space

itself into flux."

Kyrin turned toward Kael's

med-pod. "What if... Kael becomes like him?"

Senjuro didn't answer. He

couldn't.

The door to the medbay

slid open.

Veyvron and Syvaren

stepped in, grim-faced. Behind them was Sanyer—expression unreadable.

"You encountered Vorenth?"

Veyvron asked, voice unusually low.

Senjuro nodded weakly.

"I thought he died in the

core implosion at Ferraxis," Syvaren muttered.

"No," Sanyer said. "He

didn't. Seraph found him. Reforged him."

Veyvron turned to the

med-pod. "Then we're out of time. We can't save Kael with conventional

methods."

Syvaren's expression

hardened. "If we want to pull him back... we'll have to go into his core."

Senjuro blinked, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"We mean," Veyvron said,

"entering Kael's resonance field through a synchronized mind-core dive. It's a

high-risk operation. One mistake... and we all get lost inside him."

Kyrin's gaze sharpened.

"Then we go."

"No hesitation?" Syvaren

asked.

"None," Senjuro said,

pushing himself upright with effort. "He's, our brother. We're bringing him

back."