I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 647: [Event] [The Beauty And The Beast] [27] Jefer VS Braham

”What in the world is happening...?”

The air was filled with smoke, ash and mana within the royal castle. Shattered marble and flickering torchlight painted a scene of chaos, as Priscilla clashed swords with the charging Hybrids, her Fangorian Knights and a handful of her students battling at her side. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned toward the gaping window—once a grand stained glass, now broken by Elizabeth’s earlier outburst.

Her eyes widened in horror. ”It can’t be...”

”No... no way...” Another Knight gasped, his voice trembling.

The battalion of Fangorian Knights faltered. Some laughed nervously, others went pale. Before them, beyond the wrecked walls of the castle, a titanic figure loomed over the capital—a monstrous being that eclipsed entire buildings with its sheer size. Streets crumbled under its steps. Homes, towers, spires—nothing stood untouched in their rampage.

Even a blind man could’ve known what they were seeing.

”...Behemoth,” John muttered under his breath, saying what everyone was thinking but too shocked to voice aloud.

Victor stood beside him. ”H—How the hell?”

John’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. Without warning, he darted forward, leaping straight out of the shattered window in a burst of reckless speed and desperation. He was convinced that Amelia was there.

”J–John?!” Victor reached out instinctively, but his hand grasped only air.

He was gone.

Victor swore under his breath, scrambling into his coat pocket and fumbling for his phone. He dialed furiously. ”Come on, Amael... pick up...”

No response.

He cursed again, glancing back toward the towering Behemoth tearing through the city like a nightmare given flesh. His hand tightened into a trembling fist as he stepped forward—only for a firm grip to catch his arm.

It was Selene.

”I have to help them,” Victor said.

Selene didn’t let go. ”It’s not just that. Celeste is gone.”

Victor froze. ”What?!”

He turned quickly, eyes scanning the room. Where Celeste had once stood, now there was only a chunk of ice shielding Cylien, who lay wounded on the ground.

”She must’ve escaped after Cylien got hurt protecting her,” Selene said. ”She’s probably chasing after him too... just like my sister.”

Him was clearly Amael here.

”Then we follow them!” Victor said.

He bent his knees to leap—only for a thunderous explosion to erupt just outside the castle walls. The shockwave sent a blast of wind roaring through the shattered window.

”Victor!”

In a flash, a figure tackled him to the ground. They both hit the floor hard just as debris rained from the ceiling where Victor had been standing.

”Urggh...” He groaned, dazed. ”S–Sirius? Are you okay?!”

Sirius grunted, his back searing with pain. ”Y–Yeah... just a little crispy...”

”Sirius!” Sephira’s voice rang out as she rushed toward them, fresh blood staining her blade. She had just finished off the last Hybrid in her path and sprinted over, worry etched across her face.

She dropped to her knees beside him, reaching into her belt pouch and pulling out a small crystal vial.

”Stay still,” she said, uncorking the container. She poured the shimmering contents over Sirius’s back. He hissed in pain but didn’t resist.

His body was already trying to heal—the perks of vampiric regeneration—but not fast enough. Not in the middle of this warzone.

Victor’s gaze fell on Sirius just as he shifted, trying to sit up despite his wounds. His back had already begun to knit itself together, the charred flesh healing unnaturally fast—but something caught Victor’s eye.

’Wait... what is that?’

Etched into Sirius’s skin, just beneath the scorched remnants of his coat, were strange crimson markings. They pulsed faintly, like glowing embers, as if something stirred within.

”What... what is that on your back–”

”We have to help Amael and John. There’s no time to waste,” Sirius spoke up standing up.

”No! You can’t!” Sephira stood up. She looked at him, trembling. ”You’re in no shape to fight—it’s too dangerous!”

”Sephira...” Sirius whispered, turning to her. His hand reached out slowly.

Sephira’s fingers slipped into his, clutching tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he’d vanish.

”P–Please... don’t leave me,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. Her eyes shimmered with tears she didn’t let fall.

Victor clenched his fists.