The Slayer Ascension: Cursed and Blessed.-Chapter 66: Target Found (2)

The might of a powerful Gold Rank Shural showed through the destruction he caused, but it still was not enough to overwhelm the Five Terrors.

Their title was no joke. It was a name that struck fear into the hearts of any enemy foolish enough to face them.

The final clash lasted only a few hours before everything ended.

The dust settled.

The blond man could be seen lying in his own pool of blood. He tried to stand, but his body refused to respond. Not a single limb moved. His Radiance Core was completely drained of essence, his azure aura shattered and gone.

He had lost.

Defeated by Silver Shurals.

Adyr Stannis, once a mighty Gold Shural, reduced to such a pathetic state by Silver Shurals. Or maybe they were never mere Silvers to begin with. They were the Five Terrors. Each one of them carried a history of turning the impossible into reality.

And now, he was done. Truly done.

The group was not without injuries or exhaustion, but victory belonged to them in the end.

Ashiro walked forward. His heavy boots crunched against broken stone. His face was stoic, empty, betraying nothing as he stopped before Adyr's limp body.

"You have lost," he said flatly, as if the fight meant nothing more than a routine task.

Adyr said nothing at first. He glanced at Ashiro from the corner of his eyes, then finally spoke.

"Can I ask you a question?" he said weakly.

Ashiro did not answer, his expression unchanged.

Adyr took that as permission.

"Tell me…" He coughed, blood spilling from his lips before he continued. "What happened to my son?"

"He died," Ashiro replied, his voice neutral.

Adyr's eyes closed. The pain of losing his precious son tore through him. When he opened them again, they were wet, trembling with emotion.

"Tell me," he forced out, "did you have anything to do with his death?"

Ashiro remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes. I caused his death."

The words landed like a blade.

Adyr's eyes turned red. Hatred surged through him. In that moment, he wanted to kill this heartless man. He wanted to burn the Shural Organization to the ground. He regretted ever becoming a Shural instead of a demon.

Still, he forced a smile. Dark. Twisted. Filled with agony.

"You know what, Ashiro," he said softly. "I wish you endless bad luck in your endeavors. And I promise you this. Your death will be agonizing, filled with pain."

Ashiro's face did not change.

He summoned one of his deadly daggers, his intent clear as he prepared to strike.

"Wait."

A feminine voice cut through the moment.

A woman in her late twenties rushed forward, stepping between them. Her blond hair and striking resemblance to Adyr made it painfully obvious.

His daughter.

"Please," she begged, her voice shaking with tears. "Stop this."

Ashiro stared at her coldly.

"I told you," he said in the same almost emotionless tone. "Move out of the way. Let me end his pain."

She shook her head firmly.

"Stop this now, Ashiro. If not for the Stannis family, then do it for me. If not for me, then do it for Adrian."

For the first time, something changed.

Ashiro's stoic face cracked, just for a moment. The expression almost formed.

Then it vanished.

His face returned to stone.

Ashiro shook his head again.

"No, Anna. Leave the way," he said.

She saw it clearly. He was not hesitating. He really would kill her father. And she was too weak to stop him.

So she looked him straight in the eyes.

"Okay then," she said quietly. "If you want to kill him… do me a favor and kill me first."

Her words finally broke Ashiro.

The four at the side froze, their expressions twisting with shock and conflict.

"Don't do it," Mira said, her voice no longer calm or cheerful. "We've already completed the mission."

Before any of them could step forward, Ashiro's hand moved.

The dagger buried itself deep into Anna's chest.

Her body jerked.

"I'm sorry," Ashiro whispered, a tear slipping down his face.

Blood spilled from Anna's mouth. She looked at him. Then at her father.

Then she collapsed with a dull thud beside Adyr.

Adyr, already drowning in agony, shattered completely. His heart tore apart as he let out a roar of pain, a scream so deep and raw it echoed through the ruined city, through the capital, through everything that still stood.

Mira stared at Ashiro, tears running down her cheeks.

"You really do know you didn't have to do that, right?" she asked, her voice trembling with pain and disbelief.

Ashiro did not move. He only gripped the dagger tighter, his head lowered.

After a moment, he lifted his gaze to the older man, now soaked in blood.

"It's over now," he said.

The dagger plunged forward.

It moved faster than anyone could react, burying itself deep into Adyr's heart. Death came instantly.

As if on cue, the rain began to fall. Fast. Sharp. Beating against the ground.

The dagger flew back into Ashiro's grip before vanishing completely.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes dull, exhausted.

"It's over," he thought.

Meanwhile, unknown to the group, perched atop a half destroyed building, a young boy no older than five sat silently. His blond hair and familiar features made his identity painfully clear.

Around his neck hung a silver amulet, one that rendered him completely invisible. None of those below could sense his presence.

Adrian.

The last member of the Stannis family.

His face showed no emotion as he watched his clan erased. His gaze never left the five figures below.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five."

He counted them calmly.

His eyes darkened, yet remained impassive.

Back to the present.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five."

Adrian's eyes locked onto the five who had just stepped onto the stage.

"It's them," he said in a cool, calm tone.

Inside his mind, killing intent surged.

Your days are numbered.

After years of agony, his targets had finally been found.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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