Chapter Title: The Blood Moon Ascending
The sky was bleeding.
The Blood Moon pulsed above the battlefield like a cursed god's eye deep crimson, swollen, hungering. It shimmered with ritual heat as droplets of blood, rising like scarlet rain, peeled from every soldier below and spiraled upward into its body the pain as they screamed out.
Even Jabari, Silas's own comrade, clutched his chest and dropped to his knees as his skin cracked and dried.
The seizure gripped everyone.
One by one, they fell.
Silas stood in the center of it all unchallenged, unbroken, grinning wide.
"Hahaha… You see it now? You see the beauty of my blood technique?" His arms spread wide, basking in the chaos. "You're all done for. As long as your blood is taken, I grow stronger… stronger… I am immortal."
He turned to the Blood Prison floating behind him.
"Asgerrrrrrrr!" he screamed her name through the blinding haze. "Can you see it? Can you admire me now? Can you finally accept that father made a mistake—I was always the better one!"
Inside the blood prison, Asger writhed, suspended in viscous crimson liquid, eyes wide with horror.
On the battlefield, Osiris, Caelum, Madagascar, and even Jabari withered beneath the pressure. Their blood peeled from their bodies in droplets and streamed into the air like smoke being pulled into a vent.
Caelum gasped. "The more it takes… the weaker we become. It's draining our Shen—our life."
Silas approached the floating sphere of blood that caged Asger. He pressed his palm to it gently, almost lovingly.
"Now, little sister… Watch how I kill your beloved salvation friends."
He stepped back. Then extended both arms like a cross. Legs straight. Eyes skyward. His voice dropped.
"Blood Manipulation: Voremortis Hound Falling Stars."
The Blood Moon shuddered.
Its surface turned liquid. Coils of blood twisted like serpents across its surface. The coils twisted into jaws. And then…
SNAP.
Hundreds of serpent-like Blood Hounds with grotesque fangs exploded from the moon and rained toward the battlefield, their trajectories precise—personal.
Silas whispered, "Eat, Voremortis. Feed."
The first hound slammed into Jabari, instantly ripping him from the earth. His body convulsed as his blood was sucked dry. In seconds, he was nothing just a withered husk on the snow.
Another Hound crashed into Osiris, smashing him into the ground with such force that his scepter and Ankh clanged free and rolled across the field.
A third dove toward Sir Caelum. He roared and raised his chained sword Chainsmile, blocking the incoming jaws. But the serpent's strength pushed him back, dragging both of them across the air, spiraling like comets.
Madagascar stood still.
Frozen.
He watched the others fall. His fists clenched, trembling. He whispered, "It's over… It's over… I can't stop it…"
Another serpent came for him—massive, snarling, mouth open wide.
Madagascar closed his eyes.
The impact detonated in a burst of red smoke and vapor.
But When the smoke cleared…
Madagascar stood untouched.
A monstrous red arm of Red Ice, thick and clawed, had formed around him—protecting him. Four jagged fingers had caught the snake's mouth mid-bite.
The snake hissed then began to melt.
The red arm liquefied it entirely, neutralizing every cell of the blood construct.
Madagascar opened his eyes, tears streaking his face.
"Why… am I crying?"
He wiped his cheeks—and saw the tears were red.
He looked down.
His blood wasn't rising anymore from his body and his strength was returning.
He was immune.
He stared at the arm in awe. "This… Ice protected me…?"
The arm retracted into the ground.
And Madagascar whispered, "Blood manipulation is weak to red ice that's why that snake look alike was destroyed without force …"
He turned and saw Caelum still pushing against the snake hound, his arms trembling.
Osiris lay unconscious, blood still peeling from his body.
Silas—watching from afar—froze. "What… the hell was that…?"
Madagascar clenched his fists.
"I can do this," he whispered. "White ice or red—it doesn't matter. I'll use both."
He raised his arm high.
"Will of Ice: Red Trident!"
A red-hot spear of glowing ice manifested in his hand, forged from will and fury.
He hurled it.
It streaked across the field, flaming through the air like a red star.
SHINK. It pierced the serpent hound restraining Caelum, splitting it clean in two.
BOOM. It shot forward—liquidated the snake attacking Osiris.
Both serpents dissolved into steam and splashed back into the Blood Moon.
Osiris's body stopped draining.
Caelum collapsed, gasping.
Madagascar stepped forward again.
"You're not dying today."
He raised both hands and summoned a cocoon of red ice around Caelum and Osiris. The outer layer shimmered like glass, but inside, it pulsed with healing cold.
Caelum stirred. "It's… cold…and hot but not painful."
His eyes widened. "He manipulated it. It's helping us. This kid is… incredible."
From across the battlefield, Silas's jaw clenched.
His voice dropped to a whisper. "Mockery. Blasphemy. How does this child possess the one weakness of the Moraku clan?"
He took a step forward.
"I'll erase you. I'll rip your name from this world."
Madagascar didn't blink.
"Try it."
He raised his hand and thoughts ran through him, "if I kill him it will stop everything " he thought
"Red Ice Release: Scythe."
A massive red scythe erupted from the ground its blade six feet across, glowing with a crimson aura.
He swung it.
Silas's body split diagonally—from shoulder to hip—instantly halved.
The Blood Prison that held Asger shattered in the same motion. She dropped, gasping, blood trailing behind her like a river.
The broken prison released a violent wave of pressure—water and blood washing her toward Madagascar.
He caught her gently. "Are you okay?"
She coughed, nodded. "Yes. Thank you."
He looked up. "He's dead. It's over."
But Asger shook her head.
"No. He's not. Your red ice can hurt him. Can kill him. But with that Blood Moon active… he'll just keep coming back."
Madagascar turned.
A single thread of blood spilled from the moon.
It touched the ground, boiled, bubbled, rose—
—and Silas was reborn, formed from blood like a ghost from ink.
"Little sister…" he hissed. "Always running your mouth, huh?"
SUHA War Room – Command Center
Inside headquarters, Minister Tenzy and General Soren stood in silence before a massive, glowing screen displaying live feeds from each battlefront.
They watched as Silas reformed.
Tenzy exhaled. "My God… he even killed his own comrade."
Soren grunted. "Jabari's gone. That's good for Caelum's team, right?"
Tenzy nodded. "One less enemy, sure… but the cost…"
He stared at Madagascar.
Then smiled.
"He's awakened the second form of the Madagascar Ice… how beautiful"
Far from the southern front, Huey stood calmly, watching Julius, whose body lay cracked and scorched in the frost.
Huey asked, "Can you still move?"
Julius whispered, "Sixth Seal: Open."
Lightning tore through the heavens and struck him directly.
CRACK–BOOOOOM.
His limbs twisted, bones knitting back into place, flesh regenerating like molten steel cooling into shape. His body hovered, then slowly descended—standing fully restored.
Andrei's face remained calm. "I'm not surprised. That attack couldn't kill him."
Andrei nodded grimly. "The Sixth Seal… grants more than healing. It makes him unstoppable. We can't kill him."
He raised his hand.
"Then we'll have to seal him instead."