CHAPTER 369: RED DEATH FURY

The air itself began to scream.

Nyx’s body had become a living furnace, every scale glowing white-hot as his Primordial Molten Fusion reached critical mass. The dragon’s form pulsed with barely contained stellar fire, reality warping around him like heated glass. The ground beneath his claws had turned to obsidian, then to flowing lava.

Noah felt the heat wash over him from fifty meters away, his skin prickling with the intensity. Through his bond with Nyx, he could sense the dragon’s absolute focus—every fiber of his being channeled into this one devastating attack.

’This is it,’ Noah thought, watching Kruel’s eyes widen as the Harbinger finally understood what was coming. ’This ends everything.’

Nyx opened his maw, and the sun poured out.

The blast wasn’t fire—it was something beyond fire, beyond plasma, beyond anything that should exist in normal space. It was as if the dragon had torn a piece of a star’s core from its chest and vomited it into the world. The beam carved through the frozen atmosphere, turning ice to steam, steam to superheated gas, gas to raw energy.

Noah threw himself behind a fallen chunk of EDF dreadnought hull, Lucas diving beside him. Even through the twisted metal, the heat was overwhelming. The light was so intense it turned their closed eyelids red.

The roar was indescribable—not just sound, but a physical force that shook their bones. The beam lasted only seconds, but those seconds felt like eternity.

When it ended, half the battlefield had been scoured clean.

Noah peered over their makeshift shelter, expecting to see nothing but molten rock where Kruel had stood. Instead, he saw something that made his blood run cold.

The Harbinger stood at the very edge of the blast zone, his body a patchwork of burns and blisters. His clothes had been incinerated, his skin blackened and cracked. But he was healing—fast. The wounds were closing even as Noah watched, flesh knitting itself back together in real-time.

Kruel had dodged. Not completely—the blast’s edge had caught him—but enough to survive what should have been instant death.

"Impressive," Kruel said, his voice rough but steady. "Your pet has quite the bite."

That’s when Noah saw them again.

The white lines.

They flickered at the edge of his vision, just like on Cannadah when he’d faced his first Harbinger. Precursors to incoming attacks, some gift from the system that had saved his life more than once. But these weren’t the clean, geometric patterns he remembered.

These were chaos.

Lines overlapping lines, angles that hurt to look at, trajectories that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. It was like looking at a scribbled mess drawn by a madman—except Noah knew what it meant.

Death. From every angle. In every direction. No matter how he moved, how he dodged, how he fought—death.

The realization hit him like a physical blow. ’We can’t win this. Not conventionally.’

Even when he faced the widow, these lines didn’t show up. Did it mean it only showed up under circumstances that could lead him to actual, irrevocable death? Like a one in a million chance of survival?

’Because if that’s the case, then this should be occuring all the time, no?’

[Analyzing combat parameters...]

[Harbinger threat level: Catastrophic]

[Recommended action: Tactical withdrawal]

[Override detected. Continuing analysis...]

Noah’s mind raced, processing everything he’d learned in the past few minutes. Nyx’s ultimate attack—the most powerful thing in their arsenal—had barely scratched Kruel. The Harbinger wasn’t just strong; he was operating on a completely different level.

’Cassandra was right. This isn’t a fight we can win through force.’

But as his gaze fell on the briefcase still clutched in his left hand, a new strategy began to form.

"Nyx!" Noah called out, his voice carrying absolute authority. "New mission. I need you to create a perimeter—underground thermal network. Wide circle, maybe two kilometers. Heat the subsurface until it’s ready to glass."

The dragon’s massive head turned toward him, confusion evident in those burning eyes.

"Do it now. Make it so nothing can escape that circle—not even something that can leap into orbit."

"Noah," Lucas said, pulling himself to his feet. "What are you—"

"The briefcase commander Cassandra gave me, it’s a nuke," Noah cut him off, storing the briefcase in his void storage. "I’m going to detonate it. But I need to make sure the blast is contained, channeled. Nyx’s thermal network will create a natural focusing chamber in the rock layers."

’The geology here is mostly frozen stone and ice from Storm and Kruel’s earlier battle. If Nyx can heat the subsurface in a wide circle, it’ll create a pressure differential when the nuke goes off. Instead of the blast dispersing in all directions, it’ll be focused upward—concentrated.’

Lucas stared at him. "You’re sending away our heaviest hitter to... dig?"

"I’m sending him to create a kill box," Noah replied, his eyes never leaving Kruel. "One that even a four-horn can’t escape from."

Kruel who was far away and didn’t hear any of this suddenly began to laugh. "Foolish soldier. You remove your greatest asset and think you can face me with parlor tricks?"

But Noah was already moving, his mind shifting into combat analysis mode.

’Lucas takes point—his lightning can force Kruel to move predictably. I flank from the right, use Void Blink to get inside his guard. If I can land even one strike with Excaliburn...’

"Lucas," he called out, Excaliburn materializing in his right hand. "You’re on point. I’m going to try to get close."

Lucas nodded, understanding immediately. Noah in this mood meant one thing—he had a plan, even if he was building it on the fly.

The young soldier’s body began to glow with blue-white energy as he shifted into his soul form. His physical form became translucent, crackling with barely contained power. In this state, he was faster than sound, strong enough to trade blows with Harbingers.

’First exchange—test his reactions. See if the white lines change based on our positioning.’

Lucas moved first, his form blurring as he closed the distance. Lightning trailed behind him like a comet’s tail, the very air ionizing around his passage. His fist came up in a devastating uppercut that would have shattered stone.

Kruel sidestepped with casual grace, his counter-punch missing Lucas by inches as the soldier twisted away. The Harbinger’s fist cratered the ground where Lucas had been standing.

’Good. He’s fast but not teleporting. The lines are shifting—still chaotic, but there’s a pattern. He favors his right side after dodging left.’

Noah activated Void Blink, reality folding around him as he teleported to Kruel’s flank. Excaliburn came down in a perfect arc, aimed at the joint where the Harbinger’s arm met his shoulder.

Kruel spun, his hand coming up to catch the blade. Noah’s heart leaped—until he saw the Harbinger’s palm stop just short of the void-wreathed edge.

’He knows. He knows exactly what this blade can do.’

Instead of grabbing the sword, Kruel’s hand shot forward, fingers aimed at Noah’s throat. Noah twisted, the strike missing by millimeters, but the Harbinger’s follow-up caught him in the ribs.

[HP: 2847/3200]

[Warning: Significant damage detected]

The impact lifted Noah off his feet, sending him tumbling across the broken ground. He rolled with the impact, coming up in a crouch with Excaliburn still in hand.

’Okay so one hit took almos three hundred HP out of my existing pool. New plan. He won’t let me close with the blade. Need to create an opening.’

[Combat analysis updated...]

[Target shows advanced pattern recognition]

[Recommend: Void Barrage to force repositioning]

Noah’s left hand came up, void energy coalescing around his fingers. Dark bolts of nothingness shot toward Kruel, each one capable of erasing whatever it touched. The Harbinger moved like liquid, flowing between the projectiles with impossible grace.

But the attack had done its job—Kruel was moving exactly where Noah wanted him.

"Lucas! High-low!"

The soldier understood immediately. His form blazed brighter as he launched himself into the air, electricity arcing between his fingers. From above, he sent down a concentrated lightning strike while Noah activated Void Blink again, appearing at ground level with an upward thrust.

For a moment, it looked like they had him. Kruel couldn’t dodge both attacks simultaneously—

The Harbinger’s roar shook the battlefield as he grabbed a massive chunk of starship debris and hurled it at Lucas. The young soldier’s lightning strike shattered the improvised projectile, but the distraction was enough. Kruel’s backhand caught Noah across the chest, sending him flying.

’Son of a bitch is using the environment. Every piece of debris, every crater—he’s turning the battlefield into a weapon.’

Noah hit the ground hard, his ribs screaming in protest. Through the pain, he saw Kruel advancing, that confident smile back on his face.

’The white lines are getting worse. More chaotic. He’s not just adapting—he’s getting stronger as the fight goes on.’

"You cannot win," Kruel said, his voice carrying absolute certainty. "Your dragon was your only real threat, and you sent him away to play in the dirt. Your lightning friend is fast, but I’ve fought faster. And you..." He gestured at Noah with casual dismissal. "You have one trick—that blade. Once I know to avoid it, you’re nothing."

But Noah was already moving, his mind racing through possibilities. ’He’s right about one thing—I can’t get close enough for a killing blow. But I don’t need to kill him. I just need to keep him here.’

"Lucas," he called out, pulling himself to his feet. "We’re not trying to win this fight. We’re buying time."

’How long does it take to evacuate a planet? How long before the thermal network is ready? Every second we keep him engaged is another second for the plan to work.’

Lucas nodded, his soul form flickering as he prepared for another assault. "How long do we need?"

Noah felt the planet-killer’s presence in his void storage, its contents waiting to reshape the battlefield forever. But first, they had to survive long enough to use it.

’Just long enough for everyone to get clear. Just long enough for the trap to be set.’

"However long it takes," Noah replied, raising Excaliburn. "Lucas, stay mobile. Force him to chase you. I’ll look for openings."

The white lines were still there, still chaotic, still promising death from every angle. But Noah had fought impossible odds before. He’d faced down Harbingers and lived. He’d led teams through hell and brought them home.

’One more time. Just one more impossible fight.’

The planet-killer waiting in his void storage, ready to reshape the battlefield forever. But first, they had to survive long enough to use it.

Noah activated Void Blink again, reality folding around him as he prepared to dance with death one more time.