THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 380: The Death of the Immortal

Somewhere in the western region of the Ultras Continent...

A barren land, scorched by death .. a perfect arena.

An arena for a battle unknown to all, between two members of House Starlight.

One from the new generation... and the other, an old relic worn down by time.

Leonides Starlight charged at Frey, his body cloaked in starlight aura, unleashing pressure that had finally reached the long-coveted SS- rank.

The Immortal Lion was not alone. Many of his followers .. traitors who had abandoned House Starlight after their loss to Ada—joined him.

After forging a demonic contract that allowed him to shatter the limits that had restrained him for decades, Leonides had one goal: redemption.

And the first step was Frey Starlight—the thorn in his side, the ghost of the man who had once dethroned him.

In theory, his power should’ve been enough to crush a young man who had barely broken into Rank B recently.

But reality was far from what the old man had imagined.

From the very first clash, Frey sent him flying, crashing violently into the ground behind him.

Dual black swords gripped in each hand—one of them, a katana Leonides recognized instantly.

”The Dark Sister...”

The sword Abraham Starlight once used to crush him and claim the throne.

And now, that same sword was wielded by his son .. who effortlessly sliced through two of Leonides’ followers, releasing a pressure well within SS Rank.

One of the traitors, Khalifa, a spatial manipulator and teleportation specialist, attempted a surprise attack from behind.

He thought he’d succeeded .. only to realize he had cut through an afterimage left behind by Frey’s sheer speed.

By the time Khalifa turned around, Frey had already severed his head.

With the same terrifying speed, Frey unleashed a relentless storm of dark slashes, tearing through the rest of the traitors like paper.

They were all Rank S.

Yet it only took a few minutes to reduce them to corpses, leaving Leonides utterly alone.

Frey walked toward him slowly, cold violet light glowing from his eyes, his body drenched in the blood of the fallen.

It was a look of disdain.

A look that reduced Leonides to nothing more than a stone on the side of the road—something to be stepped on and forgotten.

”Why did you show your face to me again, Leonides?”

Frey vanished from Leonides’ vision before he could react.

Moments later, he reappeared at his right flank, slashing with both swords.

Leonides barely managed to block before stumbling backward, gasping for breath.

But Frey didn’t let up—he pressed on, wave after wave of dark aura clashing violently against the starlight.

”You should’ve stayed hidden among the Ultras and begged for their protection!”

They exchanged blow after blow, but the power gap was enormous.

Frey attacked freely, while Leonides struggled to breathe .. let alone retaliate.

”You’re nothing but a cowardly bastard... a useless, pathetic traitor!”

BOOM

Leonides’ blood soaked the ground as Dark Sister and Balerion carved into his flesh without mercy, reshaping his body into a grotesque, mangled mess.

”Is this the power you sought after for so long?!”

SLASH!

Frey pushed further, breaking through Leonides’ defenses completely.

And then—

A scream of agony echoed across the wasteland.

With a single swing, Frey severed Leonides’ left arm at the shoulder. Blood gushed out, painting the ground in crimson.

Leonides staggered back in horror, but Frey stayed on him like a shadow.

”What made you think you could win against me with such pitiful strength?”

Their blades clashed again—darkness versus starlight, each aura trying to devour the other.

”You’re pitiful, Leonides Starlight.”

With ease, Frey parried the old man’s blade and grabbed his face, slamming it into the ground with brutal force.

He dragged Leonides across the earth, using his body like a mop, before hurling him away, his blood marking a red trail across the battlefield.

”You’ve lived longer than anyone else... yet you’ve learned nothing.”

Frey crouched beside the broken man, his expression blank—cold—as if he were staring at a buzzing insect, not a human being.

”You lost to my grandfather. Then to my father. And now, here you are... losing to me. Have you ever known anything but failure?”

”You damn—!!”

Leonides roared, lunging forward in a last-ditch effort to strike Frey.

But Frey caught his blade with ease ... then, with the other sword, slashed across the old man’s throat.

”Don’t raise your voice at me, Bastard.”

Frey spoke with the same cold tone, as Leonides coughed up blood from his half-severed throat, desperately trying to hold it with his only remaining hand.

”Ack... ackk... akhh...”

From his mutilated mouth, Leonides could no longer form words. All that escaped were strange choking sounds mixed with the steady flow of blood gushing from his mangled throat.

”They call you the Immortal Lion, don’t they?”

Slash!

”Let’s put that title to the test.”

With another swift swing, Frey severed Leonides’ remaining right arm from the shoulder, causing him to collapse to the ground as torrents of blood sprayed violently, staining both the earth and Frey himself.

Now bleeding from both arms and his throat, Leonides had become nothing more than a pile of mutilated flesh, his body relentlessly spilling blood.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto Frey in hatred ..

A hatred that quickly faded under the overwhelming pain, giving way to hopelessness.

Because deep down, he realized... Frey Starlight was right.

”You lived for 150 damned years. Long enough to build a civilization. Tell me—what do you have to show for it?”

Slash!

Frey cut off Leonides’ left leg. The old man tried to scream, but no sound came—only more blood from his mouth.

”You let your childish obsession with power rule you for all those years.”

”You asked me once, two years ago, what I had to offer House Starlight as its Lord. So now, let me ask you the same thing, you filthy lion...”

”What the hell have you ever done for this family?”

Slash!

The final leg fell.

And with it, Frey finally said the words he’d longed to speak for so many years.

”You’re nothing but a disgrace to House Starlight.”

Dark Sister and Balerion vanished into their tattoo forms with a flick of Frey’s fingers. Then he picked up Leonides’ own sword—and drove it deep into the old man’s chest.

Leaning against the blade now embedded in Leonides’ heart, Frey stared down at the dying relic beneath him.

The so-called Immortal Lion—House Starlight’s oldest surviving member—could do nothing but gaze back in terror at the man who had utterly destroyed him... stripped him of voice, dignity, and life.

Within seconds, Leonides drew his final breath, dying like a mangled wretch, his body torn to shreds, his face disfigured beyond recognition by the merciless blades of Frey Starlight.

And with that... Frey finished what his father and grandfather had started.

He eliminated the malignant tumor that had long festered within House Starlight.

Leonides barely lasted a single minute from the moment Frey began his assault.

When it was over, Frey stepped back, leaving the sword planted in Leonides’ corpse—an insult in death to the man he had always despised.

”The Immortal Lion? What a meaningless title.”

Turning his back on Leonides and his pathetic entourage, Frey wiped the blood from his face and armor before vanishing into the distance, leaving the corpses behind to rot.

”I need to find the others. Fast.”

The battle hadn’t even lasted ten minutes.

Just a few minutes—that was all it took for Frey to end a two-year-old grudge.

He killed him swiftly...

And forgot him even faster.

His focus was now fixed on something far more important.

The final round of the Witch’s Game was about to begin.

And battles far crueler than this one were looming on the horizon.

What Frey didn’t know...

Was just how dark the future would be.