Rampage of the Demon

“One… two… three… jump!”

They hurled themselves out on either side of the cockpit door.

The instant they leapt, the roaring wind slammed into them, hurling them backward along the length of the train — and then far beyond it.

They forced their bodies to slow in midair, feet skimming against the air itself, grinding down their speed.

Searing friction burned through their shoes until nothing remained but shredded scraps.

Toma cried out in pain. “It burns, it burns—damn it, my feet are on fire!”

Arlen simply shrugged dismissively. “For me, I don’t feel a thing. Fire’s my ability, remember? But forget that—let’s get to the station! We’ve got one minute to stop that train!”

“Okay!”

They tore forward with impossibly fast strides, sprinting faster than sound. Streaking down the tracks, they overtook the bullet train and hit the platform just moments before impact.

“The train’s coming in on this track—if it hits the parked train, the whole station’s gonna blow!”

“Then we run straight at it and stop it with everything we’ve got!”

“Alright—go!”

Both of them launched forward, slamming their hands against the nose of the oncoming train, muscles screaming as they tried to force it back.

“Come on, Toma! Push with everything you’ve got!”

“I’m pushing! But it feels like this thing’s about to push us instead!”

“We can do it—believe me!”

Back in the cockpit, the brave man was yanking the emergency brake as hard as he could, metal shrieking under the strain. Sparks spat from the rails, the wheels shrilling as they fought against momentum.

But the nightmare wasn’t over—the parked train loomed closer and closer behind them.

“Come on—it’s almost slowing down!”

“But we’re about to crash! Both trains are gonna crush us!”

“Don’t give up, Toma—give it everything you’ve got!”

“You’re right, Arlen! We have to save the people on this train, no matter what!”

“Let’s go!”

“Stop already!”

The thought of the passengers—innocent lives depending on them—ignited something fierce within Toma. He roared, pouring every ounce of strength into his arms. Arlen matched him, fire flaring around his shoulders as both of them strained together, unyielding.

Metal shrieked and steel groaned under the impossible strain.

The train shuddered, slowed… and then, with one last surge of impossible strength, stopped.

“Damn, we did it!”

“We made it!”

The train groaned to a full stop. Passengers rushed to the exits, stumbling out onto the platform, their faces pale but their eyes filled with relief. One after another they bowed their heads, murmuring their thanks.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“You saved all our lives!”

“You’re heroes!”

Toma scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Arlen offered a tired grin.

“Toma, do you know what I regret?”

“What is it?”

“That this amazing luxury train is now completely ruined!”

Toma let out a breathless laugh. “Alright, train expert… I’ve got a better idea: let’s just go home. But this time…” His grin widened. “…by taxi!”

***

Deep in the forest, the train robber staggered between the trees, gasping for breath. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, Kiron! I hope I bought you enough time!”

A calm voice answered, smooth as silk.

“Yes. Everything is going according to plan so far.”

“I’m in the middle of a forest—can’t you come pick me up?”

“That’s not possible. Use the GPS and find your way to the rendezvous point. See you there!”

The man lowered the phone for a moment, sweat streaking his cheek.

Back at a hidden base, Amon’s voice cut through the quiet.

“Kiron, did Kaden succeed in his mission?”

“Exactly as you said! He bought us the time we needed.” A slow smile spread across Kiron’s face. “I also set a trap for the inspector.”

Amon’s eyes gleamed. “Were you able to bring the demon over from the demon world?”

“It’s already unleashed,” Kiron purred, a dark smile spreading across his face. “The beast my master developed is raging through the city, and those two kids are heading straight toward it.”

“A weapon capable of destroying the Captains…” Amon whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Precisely,” Kiron replied smoothly.

"Now, Amon, hand me my binoculars and that bag of chips I asked for!"

“Here they are, just as you requested, Kiron. If you don’t mind, I’ll also bring you a chair. I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.”

***

Inspector Carter sprinted through the smoke-filled streets, heading toward the station to back up Toma and Arlen — but chaos erupted all around him.

Countless shadows moved in the dark. Screams echoed between the buildings.

“Damn it! How did so many demons get here!?” His sharp eyes swept over the chaos.

“There must be at least three hundred… no, four hundred demons. I’ve never seen this many in a single city before!”

He gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on his weapon.

Toma, Arlen—hang on a little longer. I have to save these people first! These are only level one demons… even if there are a lot of them, I can deal with them quickly!

He lunged forward and cleaved the first demon in half with a single blazing strike as chaos erupted all around him.

***

Toma and Arlen were on their way home, exhausted from the train ordeal, when a distant boom shook the air.

Explosions…?

Their heads snapped toward the horizon. Without a word, they took off running.

When they reached the scene, their eyes widened.

A gigantic demon was tearing through buildings like paper.

It stood three meters tall. Instead of a normal face, a mask-like structure covered its features — pure white, with three black stripes running down each side in perfect parallel, starting at the forehead, crossing over where its eyes should be, then curving down toward its ears.

When the demon’s mouth opened, rows of razor-sharp fangs gleamed in the fading light.

From behind the mask, red eyes glowed like coals, radiating pure malice.

Three twisted horns jutted from its head, and with each step it took, the ground trembled.

“What the hell is this giant demon!?”

“I don’t know,” Arlen shouted back, eyes locked on the towering creature, “but it’s been wreaking havoc and killing people!”

“Then come on, Arlen—let’s get him!”

“Okay! Let’s see how you like this, demon—Fireball!”

Arlen hurled a blazing sphere of fire, but the demon raised its massive hand. A dark shimmer flared around its palm—a shield.

The fireball burst harmlessly against it.

“What the fuck!? He deflected my attack!”

“Mine bounced off too!” Toma growled, blue light crackling around him. “Arlen, I have an idea—let’s switch to melee, but don’t draw our katanas!”

“You’re thinking of amplifying our punches with Full Flow?”

“Exactly!”

“Okay—let’s push! Go for his head!”

The two launched themselves from opposite sides, aiming twin kicks at the demon’s masked head—

—but the demon’s hands shot up like lightning. It caught both their legs mid‑strike and hurled them away like ragdolls.

“This demon is faster than us!”

“Fucking hell! Never mind—let’s keep fighting hand‑to‑hand!”

They darted back in, fists blazing with aura.

The demon’s hide was incredibly tough, absorbing punch after kick after punch.

But Toma spun low and smashed his foot into its stomach, forcing it to stagger.

Arlen was already there, stepping in with a blazing fist—a hard punch that knocked the creature off balance.

“Arlen, now!”

“I know! Combination attack!”

Blue nova energy flared from Toma as Arlen’s fire erupted.

Their powers intertwined, a searing wave of blue and orange, crashing into the demon with devastating force—

BOOM!

Smoke cleared—

and one of the demon’s arms crumbled into dust.

“Yes, Toma—we did it!”

“We did it! Now let’s finish it!”

But even as they prepared another strike, the demon’s body shuddered.

Its arm regenerated instantly, dark matter swirling as the limb reformed.

Then it threw its head back and let out a deafening roar, shaking the very ground—

—and a sudden surge of dark energy erupted from its core.

A blinding red beam shot forth: Xeron.

Arlen and Toma leapt aside just in time, the beam slicing past—

and the building behind them vanished in an instant, reduced to drifting ash.

Xeron—the concentrated destruction of demon blood. Just as humans funneled Aima to trigger Nova strikes, demons converted the blood of those they consumed into raw, crimson beams of annihilation. And judging by the blinding light, this creature had devoured countless lives.

“Holy shit! I’ve never seen Xeron this strong before!”

“Me neither—but what worries me more is that it’s regenerating.”

“I think you’re wrong, Arlen! This isn’t just regeneration—it’s freely reshaping its entire body!”

“Then wearing it down won’t work!” Arlen gritted his teeth. “What’s the plan!?”

“Let’s change our fighting style and draw our katanas. For defense, we’ll use our abilities!”

“Okay!”

Both drew their blades in one swift motion.

But the demon wasn’t waiting.

Its left hand twisted into a jagged shield, its right morphed into a massive spiked mace dripping with dark aura.

Toma gripped his katana tightly, blue light humming along the blade.

Arlen shifted to the side, eyes locked on every subtle move the creature made.

Suddenly—it moved.

The mace blurred through the air, a streak of death.

Toma threw himself to the side—

CRASH! The weapon smashed into the ground, sparks flying, dust exploding outward.

Arlen was already behind it.

He spun, blade flashing, slicing at the demon’s leg—

SKREEE! The katana screeched against its hide, barely breaking the surface.

The demon let out a guttural snort—

then swung its shield backward without warning.

Arlen ducked in the nick of time—

the shield howled past his head, the wind alone enough to sting his cheek.

“We’re not going to break through!” Arlen shouted, panting.

“Yes, we will!” Toma roared back.

He charged, leapt—then dropped low in a sudden slide.

His blade drove deep into the back of the demon’s knee with all his might.

SHUNK!

The creature staggered, its monstrous frame lurching forward.

“Now!”

Arlen launched himself upward, landed on the demon’s back, and with both hands drove his katana straight into the side of its neck.

The creature’s roar shook the air itself.

Its body shivered, then slumped—

dropping to its knees.

Then it unleashed a scream so loud it rattled the buildings.

Its body convulsed—going berserk.

The boys couldn’t even get close now.

Wild energy poured from its form, the street splitting from the force.

Then its horns flared—

XERON!

Twin red beams erupted, sweeping through the city, disintegrating buildings into ash.

“Can’t this thing be killed!?” Arlen shouted over the chaos.

“I don’t know, but it’s definitely pissed off now!” Toma yelled back.

“We haven’t tried from the air yet! The demon can’t fly!”

“You’re right—let’s do it!”

They crouched, ready to launch skyward—

—but the demon was faster.

Its fingers twisted and lengthened into black tendrils, whipping through the air.

Before they could react, the coils lashed around them, binding them tight.

Damn it, I can’t move! Toma snarled, struggling. I have my katana in my hand, but I can’t move my arms! Are you kidding me!?

​The tendrils constricted, crushing their ribs, their blades pinned uselessly.

​We’re going to get crushed by a demon…!? Toma gasped in pain as the tendrils squeezed the breath from his lungs. Damn it… we’re completely pinned!