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Back at the desolate battleground where Yasira and Lyerin stood, the tension was palpable. Stay updated with m-v le-mpyr

Yasira, barely able to stand from her injuries, glared at Lyerin with a mixture of defiance and confusion.

Blood dripped from her severed arms, her face twisted in pain, yet her gaze remained fierce.

She spat, her voice ragged, "Why, Lyerin? Why are you doing all of this? What could possibly drive you to betray the very forces that would have spared you?"

Lyerin, standing above her, his eyes gleaming with a wild intensity, tilted his head back and let out a soft chuckle.

"Why?" he repeated softly, almost as if amused by her question.

He knelt down beside her, his eyes alight with mischief, his fingers gently tilting her chin up so she could meet his gaze.

"Do you want to know why, Yasira?"

He leaned in closer, and for a moment, the cruelty in his eyes faded, replaced with something more profound, more dangerous—a deep-rooted ambition.

He stood up, raising his hands dramatically, as though he were about to address the gods themselves, and began telling a tale.

"Even long ago, the Shuras were revered. Fierce warriors who towered over others in strength and skill. They were not just conquerors, like you, Yasira—they were legends. I have studied them, observed their path of dominance across world of their stories.

"Every tribe, every race, when faced with the power of the Shura, fell to their knees. And the Asuras—ah, the Asuras—they were no less. They stood side by side with the Shuras as conquerors of realms, as destroyers of empires.

"Their victories were not just victories of might, but of strategy. Together, they were unstoppable, invincible. Whole worlds crumbled beneath their feet, entire civilizations wiped out as they marched forward, their banners high, their spirits indomitable."

Lyerin's voice grew reverent as he continued, his words now echoing through the air with a sense of grandeur.

"Do you know what it feels like, Yasira, to witness such power? To see warriors so brave, so fierce, that even the heavens tremble when they go to battle?

"The Shuras were unparalleled in their thirst for glory, and the Asuras that rules them, in their cunning, ensured their reign.

"And when the two united, they forged a legacy that no other race has ever been able to challenge. They've stood the test of time. They are, in many ways, untouchable."

Yasira, despite her injuries, listened intently, her breathing heavy but her eyes betraying her intrigue.

Lyerin continued, his hands now outstretched as if embracing the very idea of their greatness.

"And that's why," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that's why I want to see them fall. To see them crumble, not by some grand cosmic power, not by an army of their equals, but by me.

"I want to be the one who brings down the greatest race the universe has ever known. I want to use these very hands to dismantle everything they've built, to make them taste the same despair that they have brought upon countless others."

He laughed then, a manic, gleeful sound, as he spun around, his eyes glowing with unhinged excitement.

"Can you imagine it, Yasira? The Shuras, your race? the Asuras and Shuras—those who have crushed worlds and defeated countless enemies—brought down by a single human. Me!"

He spun to face her, his hands trembling with anticipation.

"What would my body feel like when I see them fall with my own eyes, with my own hands?

"What would it be like to watch their proud banners burn, to see their cities reduced to rubble? The exhilaration! The excitement!"

He spread his arms wide, his voice booming across the landscape.

"I want it!" he cried.

"I want to feel their destruction pulse through my veins, to know that it was my hands, my mind, that brought down the greatest empire this universe has ever seen!"

Yasira's eyes widened, not out of fear, but out of shock.

She stared at him as if seeing him for the first time, truly understanding the depth of his madness.

"You... you're crazy," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Lyerin smiled, a slow, wicked smile.

"No, Yasira. I'm not crazy. I'm just a man who knows what he wants." He lowered his arms and crouched beside her once more, whispering softly in her ear, "And what I want is to see the mighty Shura and Asura races brought to their knees."

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In the shadowy realm, where the Asura overseers watched, the room was thick with tension.

The Overseer's eyes were locked on the scene unfolding on Earth.

For a moment, there was silence, a stunned disbelief hanging in the air.

The Overseer slowly leaned back, his ethereal form flickering as he processed Lyerin's words.

"He's a madman," he muttered, shaking his head. "A human, challenging the Shura and Asura races? Does he truly believe he stands a chance?"

One of the other shadowy beings stepped forward, his voice filled with contempt.

"So many have challenged us before, Overseer. So many promising races have risen from the ashes of their worlds, thinking they could dethrone us. And what became of them?"

The being sneered, his dark form shifting like smoke.

"The Virath," the Overseer said, his voice dripping with derision.

"They thought their telepathic abilities could outmaneuver us, that their minds were superior to ours. We crushed them, dismantled their entire civilization."

Another shadowy figure added, "And the Zurak. Their mighty war engines, capable of decimating entire continents, were nothing in the face of our warriors. We turned their machines against them, made them witness the destruction of their own kind by their own hands."

The Overseer chuckled darkly.

"Then there were the Illunari. They prided themselves on their ancient knowledge, thinking their mastery of the arcane arts would give them the edge they needed. But we proved that even the oldest magic was no match for the Shuras' sheer power."

A third figure spoke, his voice a rasping whisper.

"Don't forget the Archelons. They had a fleet so vast it could blot out the stars. Their technology was unmatched, their weapons feared across the galaxies. And yet, we obliterated them.

"Their fleet is nothing more than space debris now, floating aimlessly in the void."

"And the Skarn," the Overseer added with a smug smile.

"Oh, the Skarn... they thought their biological enhancements made them invincible.

"They thought their super-soldiers could withstand anything we threw at them. But in the end, they fell just like the rest. Their superior genetics couldn't save them."

The shadows shifted, murmurs of agreement and pride swelling in the darkened chamber.

"And now," the Overseer continued, his voice cold, "a human dares to challenge us. A single human with delusions of grandeur. He wants to bring us down with his own hands?"

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the realm.

"Let him try. He will meet the same fate as the others."

One of the shadowy figures, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward.

"Overseer, should we eliminate him now? Send our forces and wipe him from existence before he has a chance to act?"

The Overseer waved his hand dismissively.

"No. Let him have his fun for a while. He thinks he's in control, that he can manipulate us. Let him play his little game. We have time."

"But he's dangerous," another figure interjected. "He's revealed his tribe's weakness. He's clearly trying to provoke us."

The Overseer's smile widened. "Yes, he's trying to provoke us. And I intend to let him. But we won't attack now. No, that would be too easy."

He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"We'll wait. Two years. We'll give him two years to prepare. Let him build his forces, let him think he has a chance."

The other beings in the chamber murmured in agreement.

"And then," the Overseer said, his voice a cold whisper, "we'll send our elites to wipe out the humans. We'll crush them. And we'll see if that little human Lyerin is as prepared as he thinks he is."

He leaned back, his form dissolving into the shadows once more, the faint echo of his laughter filling the air.

The others followed suit, but not before one final voice spoke, a dark chuckle escaping its lips.

"He wanted a fight? Let's give him one."