Executioner's League-Chapter 33: The Fallen Hero!

The air was thick with tension. The battle had been fierce, but the

UNA had fought their way through, finally seizing control of the Obsidian Wraith — the sleek, deadly vessel of

Segrito's elite. The dark, metallic hull of the ship loomed behind them like a

beast tamed, and the Neo-Kyoto assassins stood ready, their weapons aimed at

the remaining Segrito forces.

Kyrin Vyvron stepped forward, his voice cold and commanding. "Game's over! Now surrender!"

For a moment, there was silence. The Segrito assassins glanced at one

another, their expressions unreadable. And then —

It happened.

From the shadows, a

group of hidden assassins lunged forward, their movements so fast they

were almost a blur. Before the UNA could react, the air crackled with the hiss

of projectiles — taser

bullets, streaking through the battlefield. Kyrin tried to dodge, but

a sharp pain blossomed in his side as one of the rounds hit him. His muscles

seized instantly, locking his limbs in place.

The others weren't so lucky. Blaze

collapsed first, his twin Infernal Uzis clattering to the ground. Rin tried to fire back,

but a second round struck his shoulder, and he hit the dirt with a choked gasp. Zyren, Akira, Akio, Hiroshi — one by one, they fell, their bodies

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convulsing from the electric shock.

But it wasn't just the tasers. There

was something more.

As the UNA assassins writhed on the ground, the hidden attackers closed in,

brandishing needles

filled with a sickly, glowing liquid. The needles pierced skin, and

within moments, a wave of

cold agony spread

through their bodies. It wasn't like any poison they had felt before — it was

an energy, dark

and invasive, twisting through their veins like wildfire.

Their vision blurred. Their strength faded. And when the Segrito assassins

finally bound them with Dark

Ripple Energy ropes, the UNA could barely move, their limbs heavy and

useless.

Kaelis Dorne stepped forward, his face twisted in a triumphant

sneer. "You fools!

You thought you were waiting for us — but in reality, we were waiting for you."

His eyes gleamed with arrogance. "We let you believe you'd won; let you

taste victory... but you were walking right into our trap. You've been baited —

and you bit down hard."

Draven Kryne laughed, his voice like gravel. "And

now we hold Neo-Kyoto's finest as our hostages." He crouched beside

Kyrin, his blade tracing the line of the young assassin's throat. "Your

precious escort — your most powerful team — completely helpless. Oh, how the

mighty fall."

Kyrin's eyes burned with rage, but he couldn't even muster the strength to

speak.

Zareth Kaon stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching

the carnage unfold with cold satisfaction. "With the UNA out of the

way, the Abyss is ours." He turned, his cloak whipping around him as

he barked orders. "Move out! Secure the Abyss! Kill anyone who stands

in your way."

The Segrito forces advanced, their numbers overwhelming.

The remaining Neo-Kyoto assassins guarding the Abyss fought valiantly, but they

were outmatched. Energy blasts lit up the dark sky as the two forces clashed,

but the tide had already turned.

Within minutes, the defenses collapsed. The Segrito assassins stormed the Abyss Core, their

victory all but certain.

And the UNA — Neo-Kyoto's strongest — lay bound and broken, watching their worst nightmare

unfold.

Zareth worked furiously, his fingers dancing

across the control panel as he shifted the energy flow to the Obsidian Wraith's

Energy Storage tanks. The dim, cold room hummed with power, the air growing

heavy with tension. Lights flickered erratically, casting jagged shadows

against the metallic walls. He watched the control reboot crawl toward

completion — 95%... 96%... 97%... The numbers climbed, agonizingly slow.

At 99%, the entire system suddenly went dead. The

hum vanished. The lights cut out. Silence swallowed the room like a predator.

"No," Zareth whispered, his heart pounding. He

frantically tapped at the console, but it was useless. The Wraith's systems had

shut down completely. Then the air shifted — a low, unnatural hiss filling the

space.

Before Zareth could react, the ceiling above

exploded inward. Ten Segrito assassins descended through the breach like

shadows, their black cloaks billowing as they landed with feline grace. They

spread out, their weapons glinting. Eyes like cold steel locked onto Kyrin.

Kyrin stumbled back, panic rising in his throat.

He reached for his sidearm, but he knew it was hopeless. The Segrito assassins

were legendary — swift, merciless, and unstoppable.

Then everything changed.

A figure emerged from the darkness, moving with

eerie calm. He wore a black and white visor that obscured his face, and in his

hands, he carried a weapon unlike anything Zareth had ever seen.

The spear pulsed with energy — pure, vivid white,

so bright it seemed almost alive. A golden aura shimmered around it, crackling

with power. It was otherworldly, nothing like the weapons forged in the Nine

Nations. This was something ancient... and terrifying.

The Segrito assassins reacted instantly,

unleashing a barrage of gunfire. Bullets screamed through the air — but the man

didn't flinch.

He moved.

In a blur of motion, the spear spun in his hands,

a radiant cyclone of light. The bullets never touched him — they deflected,

ricocheting harmlessly away. The golden aura flared brighter, and then the man

lunged.

He was faster than sight.

The first assassin fell without a sound, his

weapon clattering uselessly to the floor. The second and third went down just

as swiftly, their bodies crumpling before they even realized they'd been

struck. The others tried to regroup, firing wildly, but it was no use. The

spear danced — slashing, spinning, striking with pinpoint precision.

Zareth stood frozen, watching the massacre unfold.

The room filled with the crackle of energy and the sharp hiss of steel slicing

through air — and flesh. The last assassin tried to run. He didn't make it.

In seconds, it was over.

The room fell silent again, but this time, it was

a different kind of silence. Heavy. Charged.

The man in the visor stood among the fallen, his

weapon still glowing, still alive with that terrible, beautiful light. He

turned slowly toward Zareth, and though his face was hidden, Zareth felt the

weight of his gaze.

"Who..." Zareth's voice cracked. He swallowed and

tried again. "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer. He only tilted his head

slightly — and then, without a word, he vanished into the shadows.

The only thing left behind was the faint, golden

shimmer of his passing.

The room was eerily still,

the bodies of the Segrito assassins scattered across the cold floor. The golden

shimmer from the mysterious man's weapon slowly faded, but its presence still

crackled in the air like static.

Zareth's heart pounded in

his chest as he exchanged a quick glance with Kaelis and Draven. They knew what

they had to do. Without wasting a second, they sprinted toward the Obsidian

Wraith, desperation fueling their every step. They needed their weapons — and

they needed them now.

But they were already too

late.

The air shifted — a

whisper of movement, faster than any of them could track. The mysterious man

was on them in an instant, his spear a blur of radiant white and golden fire.

He moved like a phantom, his strikes coming from all directions at once.

Zareth barely saw the

first attack before pain blossomed across his chest. He hit the ground hard,

gasping.

Draven went down next — a

swift, brutal slash that sent him crashing into the cold metal floor.

Kaelis managed to raise

his weapon — but it never even had the chance to fire. The spear struck with

impossible speed, knocking it from his hands, and then the next blow sent him

sprawling beside the others.

The three of them lay

there, stunned and defeated, the room spinning around them. Blood streaked the

floor, and the golden glow of the weapon cast long, flickering shadows.

Kaelis coughed, struggling

to lift his head. His voice was weak but defiant. "Who... who are you?"

The mysterious man stood

over them, his face still hidden behind the black and white visor. For a

moment, there was only silence — and then he finally spoke.

"The Fallen Hero."

The words hung heavy in

the air, filled with both menace and sorrow. And before any of them could

respond, the man was gone — vanishing into the darkness as swiftly as he had

appeared.

Only the echo of his name

remained, chilling them to the core.