Norman staggered, his lifeblood seeping from a dozen wounds. Each ragged breath was a struggle, he was too weak to even muster a scream.

Yet, within the fading ember of his soul, a twisted resolve burned. His lips curled into a sadistic smile, his hate-filled eyes locking onto his son.

In his final, desperate moments, Norman summoned the last dregs of his power, his trembling hand crackling with dark energy as he unleashed a blinding bolt of lightning toward the exhausted boy.

Davi could barely lift his head. His vision blurred, the world narrowing to a tunnel of fading light as the lethal arc of electricity surged toward him.

Every muscle screamed in protest as he willed his body to move, to escape the inevitable, but his strength had long since deserted him.

With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, bracing for the searing pain of death, only to be met with an eerie silence. The expected agony never came. The lightning that should have claimed his life dissipated into nothingness.

But without any more power he fainted, so he was unable to see what happened nest.

In that heartbeat of reprieve, Amelia materialized before him. With a flick of her wrist, she had teleported Norman's attack away saving Davi's life

Without hesitation, she turned back to Norman, and in a single, fluid motion, she drew her blade and severed his head from his shoulders, the thud of it hitting the ground a grim punctuation to his reign of terror.

Then she turned back to Davi, who was falling to the ground, as he had fainted.

But before he could hit the ground, Amelia reappeared in an instant, her arms catching him with a tenderness that belied her warrior's strength.

She cradled him gently against her chest, her fingers brushing through his sweat-soaked hair as she whispered,

"I told you I would never let you die, no matter what." Her voice trembled with a mix of relief and determination. With a final, decisive gesture, she teleported him away, entrusting his broken body to Sophia and Amanda for healing.

Amelia's initial plan had been clear: intervene in the fight before Davi could be seriously hurt. She would take Norman by surprise and end him quickly.

But she couldn't.

Every heartbeat pulled her in two directions, intervention, or faith in Davi's resolve. She watched him evolve with every exchange, his instincts sharpening, his will hardening, his strength growing as if forged in the fire of the battle itself.

Time and again, her fingers twitched, ready to unleash her power. And yet, at the very last second, Davi always managed to push past the brink, clawing his way back from near-death moments that should have crushed him.

His ability to adapt, to improve in the middle of combat, was nothing short of astonishing.

"What a man…" Amelia murmured under her breath, her cold mask breaking just enough to reveal the admiration in her eyes. Then, with a flicker of mana, she disappeared from the scene.

The once-proud body of Norman, the man so many had feared, was gone in an instant, whisked away with the snap of her fingers to become nothing more than food for some nameless monster lurking on the 70th floor of the dungeon.

〇〇〇

Davi stirred with a groan, his eyelids fluttering open to a world of unfamiliar brightness.

For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming. The ceiling above him wasn't the cracked stone of an arena, it was carved marble, painted with delicate golden patterns that shimmered faintly in the afternoon light pouring through tall windows.

The bed beneath him was absurdly soft, the kind that swallowed him whole, its sheets smoother than anything he had ever touched.

Am I still alive...? He asked himself.

Every inch of his body was screaming under the worst pain of his life, but his lips still curled into a small smile. If he was alive, it meant he had won the battle.

But setting this small happiness aside, his mind was foggy, his body heavy, and he had no idea where he was. Perhaps if his mind wasn't so foggy, he would have recognized the familiar rooftop of Sophia's mansion.

He tried to sit up, but every muscle protested, screaming exhaustion. It was like his bones had turned to lead. Confused and weak, he barely managed to glance around the grand room with its velvet curtains, gilded furniture, and ornate chandelier glittering above.

Before he could even process the thought he heard a scream.

"Davi!"

Luna flew at him in a blur of black hair and tear-stained cheeks. She crashed into him with all the force her small body could muster, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest as though she might lose him if she let go.

"I'm so happy you are alive," she sobbed, her voice muffled against him. "I thought… I thought you were going to die!"

Her tears soaked through his shirt as she clung to him, trembling.

Davi's tired eyes softened. His body still felt like a broken husk, but his arms managed to lift just enough to hold her, pulling her into a weak embrace. His hand found her hair, brushing it gently as if to calm her down, though his own strength was little more than a whisper.

"…I'm alive," he murmured, his voice hoarse but steady. "I told you… it'll take more than that to kill me."

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her sapphire eyes red and swollen, her nose scrunched as fresh tears kept spilling down. "You were unconscious for three days, Davi! Three days! Even after Sophia cast the <revival> on you, your body wouldn't wake up… it needed to recover on its own."

Her voice broke again, and she hugged him tighter, as if afraid he might vanish from her arms.

Three days?

Davi blinked, his expression turning distant as he tried to piece it together. He remembered flashes of lightning, and remembered pushing himself as much as he could, but he didn't remembered anything more.

"…Guess I worried you, huh?" he whispered. "Sorry…"

Luna only answered by sobbing harder, her arms refusing to let him go.

"Don't worry, the only thing that matters is that you are alive." She said sobbing.

"Calm down a little bit, he still needs recovery," Sophia said without much confidence.

All the dozens of girls in that room wanted to hug Davi at that moment, but none of them felt they could take Luna's place.

That said, Davi really needed to rest.

But that wouldn't be a problem; after all, he would have many girls to take care of him in every possible way.

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