Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 156 - 155 - The Fight/War Over.

Demons ran.

They howled. They flew. They roared.

But none of that mattered.

Because Raven was coming.

A red streak of blurred violence tore through the battlefield, trailing behind it a path of ruptured earth, severed limbs, and fading screams.

Each step he took left behind scorched claw prints.

Each slash of his claws or flick of his fingers was accompanied by an eruption of Voidfire—that molten, black-red flame that didn’t just burn.

It destroyed.

A hulking demon, two stories tall and wielding a glaive made of bone and hate, swung with a war cry.

Raven didn’t dodge.

He grabbed the blade with one hand, and it instantly melted like wax that had touched a star.

Voidfire crawled up the weapon, along the demon’s arms, and—

Fwshhhk.

No scream. No explosion. Just death.

The demon was erased, turned into smoke and memory.

"...Okay, bro," Omni finally spoke, his mental voice laced with awe. "I gotta ask—what fire is that? That’s not dragon fire. That’s not soul fire. That’s not cosmic weapon-level combustion either. I wanna know what that is."

Raven, still running forward while incinerating another demon with a shoulder bash that left molten craters in its wake, answered casually.

"It’s called Voidfire," he said, clawing through a demon’s chest and leaving behind nothing but drifting ash. "I’ve been experimenting with it for a while."

"...Voidfire?" Omni repeated, both impressed and nervous. "Man, that doesn’t sound legal. That’s the kind of name final bosses have."

Raven gave a dry chuckle as he uppercut another demon into orbit, leaving a comet trail behind it.

"There is a problem, though," his voice trailed off as he sighed, killing another demon by stepping on its head.

"What’s it?" Omni asked, curious.

"I can’t use it when I’m not transformed."

Raven’s reply made Omni pause for a second before he spoke.

"You want a power this OP for daily use??" Omni’s voice shot up in disbelief. "Bro, did you forget what I charge for just one use? I ain’t built for breakfast chores. Like me, that fire ain’t something a mortal’s supposed to mess with casually."

"That’s... true, I guess," he said as he slapped another demon out of life.

Omni made a sound like a blinking cursor in disbelief. "Man, you’re greedy."

Then, as if recalling something, he asked another question, "What about this soul-harvesting thing? You’ve been sucking in soul orbs like they’re breath mints. It doesn’t seem like an experiment."

Raven slowed for a moment, standing over the charred corpse of a snake-winged demon. Smoke curled lazily around him.

"You’re right," he admitted. "This isn’t an experiment but an ability of the Voidborn evolution of my ability."

He looked at his hand as it glowed faintly, burning from within like a lantern filled with oil and rage.

"This evolution is closely linked to souls. This transformation seemed like it was made to strengthen one’s soul."

"What?" Omni blinked. "You’re saying—?"

"I can strengthen my soul without taking supplements now," Raven confirmed, his voice calm despite the devastation around him. "I don’t need rituals. No external anchors. No soul pills or arcane forges. I merely—absorb."

Normally, soul power can’t be increased without external help like pills, herbs, or creatures with soul power, but Raven could do it.

Yes, it was also an external method because it needed the souls of other beings, but at least he didn’t need to search for scarce items.

He could kill his enemies and absorb their souls.

It was then that another demon screeched and lunged from the trees.

Raven grabbed it mid-flight by the throat, lifted it, and let the voidfire burn it from the inside out.

Ash crumbled in his fingers.

"I haven’t even digested all of the soul energy I’ve taken in yet," Raven continued, his voice thoughtful as if discussing tea preference instead of genocide. "Once I do..."

He looked forward.

A wave of demons loomed on the horizon. Dozens. Hundreds.

They were gathering.

Roaring.

Readying.

"...I’ll reach a new level."

He cracked his neck slowly, flames licking from his shoulders like a royal cape made of wrath.

"Maybe even reshape what ’level’ means."

Omni gulped mentally. "...And you’re saying all this while still processing it?"

"Yep."

"...Bro. You’re a problem."

Raven didn’t disagree.

Instead, he stepped forward.

The demon wave surged.

They didn’t expect him to dash into them.

He did.

He vanished mid-step and reappeared within the enemy lines, a bomb in a humanoid shape.

He spun once, and fire spiraled outward in a blooming lotus of obliteration.

Screams rang. They ended.

He wasn’t even panting.

The flames died down, revealing the charred remains of what had once been a demonic war legion.

Ash crunched under his feet as he walked forward again.

Behind him, the others were approaching fast, closing the gap.

Selena was the first to reach the visual range. She stopped rushing and stared.

"...How many has he killed already?" She whispered.

"Hard to count," Jessy muttered behind her. "Especially when the bodies don’t stay solid long enough to count."

Clara arrived next, her arms folded, her eyes scanning the carnage with a smirk.

"...I was worried for a moment," she admitted. "But of course, he’d never run into something he can’t handle. Classic Raven."

"Now, he goes around erasing geography," Lia muttered, blinking. "I guess this will become a routine soon."

Rufus floated down beside them, his eyes behind his Nanosuit’s mask scanning everything with analytical precision.

"If my calculations are right, then the number of demons killed by far surpasses the number Alex had said. They are more than 200 demons at the very least."

Jake, quiet as ever, jumped out of the shadow and watched Raven moving like a comet through demon ranks. Then he nodded to himself.

Alex, now in Blargh-Alex form, crouched down and touched the scorch marks on the ground, whispering, "Bro’s cooking with hellfire."

Blargh responded, "Incorrect. He’s cooking hell."

The group watched as Raven once again vanished mid-sprint and reappeared at the far end of the battlefield, standing atop a demon’s head, one claw to the sky.

The fire formed a spear.

He hurled it.

The infernal lance tore through the horde like a missile of judgment, exploding mid-air with a shriek like space-time itself was wincing.

Raven, however, didn’t stop.

He only had seven seconds left.

For now, he wasn’t feeling tired, but he knew that the moment his transformation ended, it would all come slamming down at him.

As for his mana—there was only one dragon breath worth of mana left.

What seemed like an eyeblink to others was an eternity for him.

His body ignited once more, muscles tightening, soul ablaze. He moved.

He ran faster than ever, leaving his teammates behind.

The battlefield blurred into streaks of red and black as Raven accelerated past the speed of sound, each footstep cratering the ground beneath him.

The Voidfire around him flared brighter, hungrily devouring space and time.

With every stride, he carved a trail of ash and silence, his claws lashing out like thunderclaps.

Only four seconds left.

He didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Every enemy he passed—gone.

Their souls were ripped from their bodies mid-breath and sucked into the roaring void at Raven’s core.

The energy flooded him. He devoured it, his soul expanding like a black star blooming inward.

Three seconds remained now.

A cave loomed ahead. It was the path where the demons seemed to be sprouting out from.

Dark. Echoing. Alive.

A new churning tide of demons poured from within it—snarling, shrieking, and twisted beyond nightmares. But Raven didn’t flinch.

He skidded to a stop in front of the entrance. Blood and dust exploded around him as he crashed into more demons.

The time, however, was running out. Only two seconds remained.

He inhaled.

The last breath.

"Let’s make it count."

Then—he roared.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A hellish wave of red-black flame blasted from his mouth, his final dragon breath of the day.

It screeched like a dying star, consuming the cave’s entrance, surging into its depths like a tsunami of judgment.

The demons inside didn’t even scream—they merely disappeared. Rock cracked. Walls melted. The earth shook.

The sky pulsed red.

The time, on the other hand, was now on the last second.

Raven dropped to a knee, smoke rising from his shoulders. His transformation flickered.

He was burning mana.

Burning time.

Burning himself.

But it wasn’t over.

No—it couldn’t end until he had what he came for.

The scattered, dying groans of the last remaining demons inside the cave filled the silence like the aftershocks of a quake.

Raven stood once more, staggering slightly.

Then he reached out.

And harvested.

Soul after soul tore free from the ruins, drawn to him like iron to a collapsing star.

His body trembled as the sheer volume of spiritual energy surged into him, threatening to tear him apart.

Then—

Blank.

His vision swam, and the transformation finally broke, leaving him human again—sweating, gasping, and drained.

His legs buckled.

He fell forward, vision dimming, breath shallow.

The last thing he saw...

Was her.

Clara. Standing behind him. Her expression was unreadable. Eyes soft. Arms reaching out.

Then—

Warmth.

His head rested gently in her lap, her hand brushing the blood-matted hair from his brow.

"You did it, Raven," she whispered, her voice barely heard over the crackling remnants of flame. "Now sleep."

He did just that.

He decided to forget everything and sleep peacefully.

Because he knew that even if there were some remnants of the demon horde left in the cave, they could take care of it.

Yes, he wanted to know how those demons were being summoned, but he didn’t think that thing would’ve remained functioning after his last attack.

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