Chapter Title– Voremortis: The Blood Awakens
Southern Greenland – SUHa Designated Zone
The crimson sky above the southern sector had begun to pulse faintly, mirroring the sick rhythm of the Blood Moon hovering like a divine wound above the land. The snow-covered terrain hissed where red energy bled into the ice, twisting nature into a grotesque parody of its former self.
Silas stood at the center of this cursed field, his silhouette darkened by the corrupted light of the moon behind him. The wound left by Madagascar's earlier scythe strike was still visible, a blackened line carved diagonally across his otherwise regenerating body refusing to fully close.
"All Asger ever does is run her mouth," Silas muttered with a smirk, his voice low and venomous. "Talking about me like she still knows who I am."
He turned toward Madagascar with a mocking grin. "Still… congrats, brat. That little scratch? It's the first mark anyone's managed in decades."
Asger, standing on the edge of the battlefield, glared at him. Her voice cut through the wind. "Can't you see you've gone completely mad, Silas? You killed your own comrade and didn't even notice!"
"Collateral damage," Silas said with a shrug. "He should've been faster. I won't mourn a weakling."
Madagascar's voice crackled with heat. "The more I hear your voice, the more I burn to kill you."
He extended both arms outward.
Behind him, the air froze and shattered. From the storming red frost, four colossal monstrous arms of red ice burst forth, each the size of a titan, snarling like beasts with claws forged in hatred.
"Red Ice Release: Furious Monstrous Arm."
The arms lunged.
The first smashed down at Silas, who backflipped out of the way graceful and fast, but barely ahead of the devastating strike. The ground cracked where the ice arm landed. But Silas didn't notice the second one dropping on him quickly, he only realized late when his shadow appeared on the ground over him.
He looked up seeing the arm dropping on him, he bent low and slammed both hands on the ground and instantly Two giant serpent-hounds, conjured from his own blood moon, erupted from beneath and clamped their jaws onto the descending arm, holding it mid-air with jaws of writhing flesh and bone.
But that was the trap.
A second red ice arm slammed down atop the first crushing both the snake-hounds and Silas beneath it. The ground quaked. The monstrous arm sealed shut, forming a coffin of red ice.
Inside, Silas screamed. The ice burned his skin, eating into his flesh with holy vengeance. His body twisted, contorted, melting under the purity of it.
"VOREMORTISSSSS!"
He howled.
Above, the Blood Moon shimmered.
From its center, a blood-red serpent hound, larger than all before it, descended like divine wrath. It slammed against the red ice casket again and again, the impact sending tremors across the battlefield.
Madagascar stood tall, watching. "It's over, Silas. I won't let you escape again."
But inside, Silas began to laugh his voice rising in pitch as his body sizzled in agony.
"Why struggle… when the Blood Moon… welcomes me home?"
And then—he stopped.
The red ice burst with a deafening CRACK.
His body exploded into a mist of blood and bone but the laughter remained. A single tendril of blood descended from the moon.
And he returned.
Silas—reborn. Flesh intact. Wounds gone. Smiling like a man who'd walked through Hell and come back sharper.
Asger's eyes widened. "Your ice can harm him… but we have to destroy that Moon. Madagascar can you?"
"I should be able to."
From afar, Silas muttered to himself, watching his own regenerating hands.
"Tch… this ice… it's a problem. The more I heal, the more strain I place on the Blood Moon's reserves."
He launched himself forward, a blur of crimson.
In one instant, he appeared before Madagascar, fist cocked. His punch struck through mist. Madagascar vanished.
Silas turned and the punch hit Asger instead.
Her body was launched like a ragdoll, smashing into the snow, skidding across jagged ice and rock. She coughed blood.
Madagascar reformed beside her, body assembling from red mist.
"What happened to you?" Asger gasped.
"I'm not sure," he replied. "But I can convert to mist… and teleport from danger almost instantly now."
He stood again, approaching Silas.
Silas grinned. "Red Ice… and now Mist Movement. You're becoming more like Kenzo every second. Interesting."
He leapt backward, landing beneath the moon.
"Then I'll show you my next form."
His voice boomed across the frozen plains:
"Blood Bending: Voremortis Blood Cry."
The Blood Moon began to weep not tears, but blood. Thick drops fell like meteorites, soaking into the ground and rising like a tide.
The ground was no longer earth but a lake of blood.
"What the hell is this?" Madagascar asked.
"I… I don't know," Asger admitted.
Silas raised his hands. "AWAKEN, VOREMORTIS!"
The blood river boiled.
And then—they rose.
Snake hounds, larger than the trees of the Amazon, emerged from the river of blood. Their eyes glowed with primal hunger, and their gaze fell upon the two warriors below.
Madagascar's voice was tight. "I'm going to freeze the blood."
Red ice vapor surged from his palms, sweeping across the blood like a plague.
But it failed.
The snakes dove aiming for a perfect powerful strike as they closer in and in
Asger breathed in deeply, then moved her arms with surgical grace like she was bending the sky itself.
Silas' control faltered.
The blood snakes turned.
Now they chased him.
"What is this?! NO!" Silas backed away, stumbling.
He screamed again: "VOREMORTIS!!"
But the snakes did not stop.
They struck.
Silas screamed as they sank their fangs into him, sucking his blood, ripping at his flesh.
But then his eyes snapped open.
"You little brat… you can't stop me you must obey tho Master…"
He raised his palm. A mouth opened in it, jagged and deep.
The snakes began to funnel into the mouth, pulled in against their will, one after another, devoured by their own master.
Silas fell to the ground, laughing wildly.
Veins bulged across his skin. His body shook.
"You stupid bitch… You almost got me."
He turned to Asger. "So you've awakened too, little freak."
Madagascar stepped forward. "You call her a freak? What the hell does that make you?"
"Shut up!" Silas snapped. "I'm not talking to you, brat I'm talking to my sister!"
Madagascar froze.
"The power I CRAVED… the blood of all Moraku… was given to you, One of the three speciality of The Blood God Technique one that lets you control the blood of another Moraku talent , Asger. Wasted. My own father denied me… gave you the gift. I'll never forgive him."
Silas raised both hands to the sky in anger and hatred
"Blood Moon: Voremortis, Third Eye—OPEN!"
The Blood Moon pulsed.
A ripple of energy shattered the earth. The river of blood roared, reacting to the surge.
And then—an eye opened in the center of the moon.
Large. Terrifying. A pupil that radiated ancient, maddening knowledge.
Asger screamed: "Close your eyes, Madagascar! Don't look at it!"
But it was too late.
Madagascar had already locked eyes with it.
The Blood Moon's Third Eye stared into his soul and began ripping it apart.
He screamed—screamed—a raw, primal cry of agony.
Blood poured from his eyes as he jammed his hands into his own sockets, trying to claw the vision out of his skull.
"NOOOOO!" Asger cried.
Silas only laughed.
"I thought it might get you, Asger… but I'm glad it got the brat instead. Serves him right."
Madagascar fell to his knees, bloodied and broken.
Asger rushed forward. "I have no choice but to forcefully stop him ."
"Tissue Bending: Remote Control."
Her fingers twisted like a puppeteer's. Madagascar's body stopped shaking but the damage was done. One of his eyes had been gouged out, crushed in his own trembling fist.
Asger screamed, "GODDAMN IT!"
Meanwhile – SUHa War Room
The screens flickered red, capturing every moment from Southern Greenland. The Blood Moon glowed above burning ice and rising rivers of gore.
Minister Alfred collapsed to his knees.
"Oh my God… The presidents are down… and now this…"
His face was pale. Hands over his eyes.
Minister Tenzy stood tall.
"Hold it down or get out, Alfred!" he barked. "We don't have room for cowards."
He stepped toward General Soren. "Can you deploy the air force again? Bomb that Blood Moon. Take it out if possible."
"Yes, sir," Soren said instantly.
Tenzy turned to the screen.
And beneath his breath, he muttered
"…My God."
End of Chapter