Sebastian dashed across the Legion’s massive body, his hammer crashing down on everything that moved, merciless and relentless. His eyes burned with fury, and his hands never ceased their brutal swings. From the writhing mass beneath him, countless hands and tendrils emerged, grasping, stabbing, desperate to halt his rampage. But their efforts were in vain. He tore through them with ease, lost in the storm of his own wrath.

  His vision blurred with memories of the past—Ipsilas and Valentinus, their mocking faces appearing everywhere he turned. Their sneering voices rang in his ears, calling him weak, useless. The fury inside him only grew, a fire that could not be quenched.

  Meanwhile, Carlos struggled to command his massive golem. The sheer size of the construct made its movements sluggish, uncoordinated—an opportunity the Legion exploited with relentless assaults. All Carlos could do was hold the line, shielding Dalia, the soldiers, and himself from the advancing horror. Frustration boiled inside him. While Sebastian waged war like an unstoppable force, he was left playing defense, his golem little more than a towering wall rather than the weapon he had envisioned.

  He never controlled a golem this big before and in his mind he was ready to do it, but now seeing the truth unfolding in his very eyes he realized that he had overestimated his ability. Carlos want to show off to everyone that he was also capable and can be on par with Sebastian, but now those confidence are backfiring at him greatly. The Legion battered his golem mercilessly, and Carlos could do nothing but endure. A gnawing bitterness took root in his heart

  The Legion, sensing Sebastian’s growing threat, prepared a decisive counterattack. They could not allow his carnage to continue. Too many souls had already been exorcised, their strength lost. Their grotesque head split in two—one side maintaining pressure on Carlos’s golem while the other shifted its gaze toward Sebastian, studying him.

  His assault was powerful, but It lacked discipline. He was not fighting with strategy, only raw aggression, swinging his hammer wildly without thought. The Legion observed, analyzed, and within moments, they found it—a gap in his pattern. It was small, but it was enough.

  From the Legion’s monstrous form erupted a barrage of tendrils and limbs, each varying in size and purpose. Their intent was singular: to end Sebastian’s attack. And they would succeed.

  While the Legion were planning their attack, Sebastian Fury just kept getting bigger and bigger. His mind is clouded and his vision is gone, taken back to the past that’s already gone into memory. Sebastian's body practically moves on its own, his mind is already in shambles, eaten away by the rage that was consuming his body slowly.

  Then suddenly his movements stopped. He looked at his feet and he could see a tendril that managed to stab and hold his feet in place. Then another tendril caught his other feet, then they caught both of his hands, then finally they held Sebastian in place. Sebastian tries to burn all those tendril away with holy magic, but then suddenly a sharp tendril manages to lodge itself deep inside Sebastian's head. A horrific sensation overtook him. The tendril burrowed into his mind, infecting his thoughts, severing his connection to his body. His limbs refused to obey him. His magic refused to answer his call. His consciousness wavered as the world around him dimmed.

  Then, like a beacon in the abyss, warmth flooded his being. A familiar presence. Dalia

  She stood firm, pouring her holy magic into him. The price of this act was steep—without her power, the sacred barrier protecting the others faltered. Carlos turned, stunned by what she had done, by the sheer recklessness of it. A twinge of something dark curled inside his chest, but he shoved it aside. Now was not the time.

  Dalia’s and Sebastian’s combined magic burned against the Legion’s corruption, forcing back its hold. Sebastian gasped, his mind clearing. The haze of rage lifted, replaced by clarity. He exhaled sharply, channeling every ounce of holy power he could summon. Light radiated from his body, searing the tendrils that bound him.

  But the Legion was relentless. The tendrils tightened in response, crushing his limbs, cracking his bones. His magic healed the damage instantly, but the pain—he still felt it. Every tear of his flesh. Every snap of his ribs. It threatened to drive him to madness. His soul is being ravaged with the pain and rage, Sebastian feels like his mind is about to be torn into two and his head is about to explode.

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  And then, beyond the agony, a voice reached him.

  “Sebastian! Think! This is your body! Don’t let your emotions control it! You are the master of yourself, not your rage!””

  The voice—he knew it.

  A voice of kindness. A voice that had reached for him more than once. The only voice that had ever tried to pull him from the darkness. The person who’s trying to reach him the most. The only voice of compassion that he ever heard since the world he has is torn and ripped away from his heart.

  Sebastian’s breath shuddered. He was falling into the same abyss once more, repeating the mistakes of his past. His wrath had nearly consumed him before, and here he was, teetering on that edge again. He had sworn to change, to be better. And yet….

  Shame curled inside him, deeper than any wound. For all the blessings he had received, he was still the same as before.

  Conquering his mind from this raging and chaotic state are another kind of torture on its own. Sebastian's mind keeps flashing all the past battles and painful memories that were buried deep within his heart. He saw Ipsilas mocking him with a smug on his face, then he saw Valentinus laughing as he orchestrated years upon years of suffering he had to endure.

  The feeling of rage was like an untamed dragon inside his body, it trashed uncontrollably burning everything in its path and clouding Sebastian mind with a smoke of burning vengeance that he kept bottled up. However through all these chaos, Sebastian saw the light of god, shining dimly inside his body trying to guide Sebastian back towards reality. That light is always there, waiting patiently for Sebastian finger to reach. Time and time again Sebastian turns his face away from those warm and calming light, and from time and time again Sebastian's mind is reduced into an animalistic rage that was slowly destroying his body.

  Sebastian felt this deep sense of shame and regret, he never changed, he’s still the same person even after he promised god that he will reform himself to be better. Sebastian's hand stretches towards the small dim light inside his body, tears rolling down from his eyes.

  “Oh, God in heaven… Forgive this selfish, wretched servant. For the sins I have committed, for the devotion I have failed to give. Guide my soul toward Your salvation, and punish me for the mistakes I have made. In Your holy name, I pray. Amen.”

  Sebastian's finger finally touched the light and suddenly everything became clear. The dragon that was raging has now vanished and the voices from the past are now reduced to a mere whisper. Sebastian was floating in this sea of calmness before he opened his eyes.

  Blood was running down from his forehead and soaked his face. Sebastian began to form a plan to escape from this situation. He looked around and saw Carlos golem that was still struggling to defend itself from the Legion attack. That golem might be the only way out from this situation, because right now he can barely move his body and the Legion tendril is still embedded deeply inside his head.

  “Dalia, tell Carlos to throw his golem into this monster's body! We need to distract this monster somehow!” Sebastian said telepathically

  Dalia looked at Carlos who’s still struggling to hold back the legion attack. “I don’t think he can. He’s already giving everything he got!”

  “Just told him that I was disappointed with how weak he is right now.”

  “What? How can that help this situation?!”

  “Just told him that!”

  Dalia looks at Carlos with a heavy heart and a confused feeling in her hair. “Carlos!”

  “Y-YES?! WHAT’S WRONG?!”

  “S-Sebastian says ... ."Then Dalia mumbled something quietly.

  “WHAT?!”

  “S-Sebastian say that he……-“

  “SAY IT LOUDER I CAN'T HEAR YOU!”

  “Sebastian said that he was very disappointed at how weak you’re!”

  Sebastian blinked. That wasn’t what he had said. Dalia had added “very.” That changed everything. He had meant to provoke Carlos, but now it sounded like an outright insult.

  Even from far away Sebastian could feel Carlos burning gaze towards him. Sebastian tries to ignore that stare and focus on his own struggle, but that deep piercing gaze is really burning a hole on the side of his skull right now.

  With a furious roar, he drove his golem forward, pushing back the Legion’s endless swarm of attacks. The last of his magic poured from his body like a broken dam, his veins burning with the strain. He ignored all the splitting headache and pain he felt storming out inside his body and pushed his golem forwards.

  The battle between titans raged, shaking the very earth. Carlos’s golem pushed closer, enduring blow after blow, it chipped away some of its armor and exposed the magic vein that was buried deep inside. The situation now begins to turn dire, if those magic veins are destroyed, Carlos and his group will be in deep trouble and that also includes Sebastian.

  Sebastian, sensing Carlos that had already poured out his power, sent a portion of his power in a form of fast flying orb in a desperate attempt to help. This move is incredibly risky since Sebastian himself is still relying heavily on holy magic to heal all the wounds on his body. If that orb missed or intercepted, this might be the end for them all. That orb flew past many tendril of the Legion and even managed to pass some of its limb that was trying to intercept it. Sebastian begged God so that his orb would reach Carlos. This move is their only chance.

  Carlos suddenly felt a massive surge of power that entered his body like an ocean. With this newly injected power, he channeled it all towards his Golem and began to push it even further towards the Legion. Then the moment they’re all been waiting for finally came. The Golem slammed its entire body towards the Legion and that attack shook its entire body like a huge earthquake. With this their mind distracted and the grip on Sebastian's body weakened. Holy power surged through Sebastian as he wrenched free, wings of light bursting from his back. His hammer blazed like a falling star as he hurtled toward the Legion’s head—toward the monster that needed to be destroyed.