Saturday night.
Time: 3:40 AM.
Place: Dark Lotus Sect.
An explosion rocked the sect's chambers, tearing through the silence. Dev shot up from his sleep, the sudden tremor jolting his instincts. Something—or someone—had breached the sect.
He rushed to the rooftop. Cold wind brushed against his face as his eyes locked on a lone figure under the moonlight.
Parth.
But he looked different.
Half of Parth's hair had turned crimson, glowing faintly under the stars. His presence was… terrifying. He looked exactly like Mitamoshi—the ancient swordsman who had once defeated over 10,000 Shuras using nothing but his Dark Meteor Orb Blade. The man who split the sky, then vanished from the world. An anti-villain. A myth. A monster.
And now, Dev could see glimpses of that same monstrous power in his own brother.
Parth didn't speak. He quietly wrapped his sword in the Killer Domain Technique, a dark energy pulsing from the blade. With cold precision, he leapt into the battlefield, slicing through the ranks of the invading C-rank attackers one by one.
Suddenly, a massive fireball came flying toward Parth. He didn't see it.
But just as he turned—
Boom!
The fireball split into six pieces mid-air and disappeared, as if some invisible force had shattered it.
Dev landed beside him, smirking. "You bloody aura user," he said, half-laughing. "Don't push yourself too hard. We don't have any more life crystals to waste on you."
Parth chuckled, exhaling through his nose. "I could say the same to you."
But before the moment could last, a huge force ripped through the battlefield. The general of the attacker army charged straight toward Parth with killing intent.
Dev stepped back, glancing at Parth. "Handle the army. I'll deal with him."
Parth gave a sharp nod. Then, without hesitation, he expanded his domain, his aura exploding like a wave. Shadows stretched and twisted as he launched into the crowd of enemy soldiers, cutting them down like falling leaves.
The night was far from over.
But the hunters had finally awakened.
END OF CHAPTER 4