That night, Basalt Veins was a breathing hell. Thick, choking black smoke gathered to flood the mine's corridors, creating a suffocating atmosphere that seemed capable of seeping into the soul. The air they breathed felt like pure poison; it was sharp, burning, and gnawing at their lungs. Dull blasts echoed from the depths, shaking the damp, slippery stone walls that appeared as if shrouded in fear. The last flickering torchlight from the trapped human soldiers blinked with desperate hope, struggling between the scalding rocks and the bubbling pools of greenish liquid, the remnants of hell spewed forth by the guardian monster. The soldiers, their bodies cloaked in tattered and charred protective robes, fought to survive behind the rubble. They stifled painful coughs, feeling the cold grip of fear crawling within their bones.

  Then, she stepped in. Marduk Serapion descended into the chaotic mine corridor, her deep blue robe swirling beneath the light of her magic, shimmering with the same hue. Her presence was overwhelming, as if she could banish the toxic air, if only for a moment. Her piercing gaze cut through the darkness, challenging anyone or anything that hid within the poisonous fog. The sound of her calm, steady footsteps echoed, seeming to dispel the whispers of fear that enveloped her astonished soldiers.

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  Marduk halted in the center of the room, staring straight ahead, penetrating the thick darkness. Her voice was heavy and calm, bolstered by warm magic that seemed to embrace this oppressive atmosphere. “Hamdan! Are you hiding behind the pile of corpses and your own foul creations? Or perhap

  Marduk halted in the center of the room, staring straight ahead, penetrating the thick darkness. Her voice was heavy and calm, bolstered by warm magic that seemed to embrace this oppressive atmosphere. “Hamdan! Are you hiding behind the pile of corpses and your own foul creations? Or perhaps this is truly your fate? To be the mistress of this putrid corridor, a place where even the most dreadful of creatures hesitate to draw near?”

  From behind a towering spiral stone pillar, Hamdan suddenly emerged. Her emaciated form nearly fused with the living armor made of bone and metal that clung tightly to her, her three large eyes glowing with a sickly green light. A terrifying Corrupted Basilisk slithered around her, hissing with a dreadful sound that could freeze blood in one's veins, while thick poison dripped between its sharp teeth.

  Hamdan replied in a hoarse voice, laced with cutting mockery. “Oh, you came alone, Marduk? The heroine from above? Or perhaps you are so burdened with sin that you dare to believe you can face the entirety of the Basalt Veins by yourself?”

  Marduk offered a thin smile, an expression that seemed to barely touch the depths of her heart. She plunged her staff into the ground, and the resonant hum of magic echoed in this cold chamber. “Did you think I would cower before your pathetic poison? I have reduced cities to ash, Hamdan. I have drunk in more death and despair than the amount of your blue concoctions throughout your pitiful life.”

  The basilisk stepped forward, opening its jaws to release a thick purple mist. Several human soldiers caught too close fell like dried leaves, their bodies freezing suddenly, their screams muffled by the layer of toxic slime enveloping them.

  Hamdan gently stroked the head of his basilisk, his voice taking on a satisfied tone laced with cruelty. “You can see it for yourself, oh champion. No sacred magic or prayer can save them in my domain. The underworld belongs entirely to me. And I—I am the poison.”

  Marduk stepped forward, her body now shielded by a swirling ring of blue fire, protecting her from the spreading toxic mist. “You keep talking about a new world, Hamdan. About an evolution. Yet everything you touch is destined to rot and decay.”

  Hamdan laughed, his voice hoarse and discordant. His three eyes narrowed cunningly, a cruel glint flashing within. “Dec decay is an inherent part of evolution, Marduk! You and your feeble humans are far too slow to grasp this reality. The universe does not care for good or evil. It favors only the strongest, indifferent to who must sacrifice their life first to achieve that.”

  Marduk swiftly gathered her strength and hurled a crackling blue fireball towards the basilisk. The colossal beast spun quickly, trying to evade it, but the blazing flame managed to catch the tip of its tail, forcing the creature to shriek in horrific agony. Hamdan did not stand idly by; she retaliated with a spray of poison from the palm of her hand, melting the stone wall beside Marduk as if it were mere wax touched by flame.

  Now her voice was filled with a cold rage, Marduk threw down the gauntlet, “Your basilisk may be great, Hamdan, but my desire to witness your ruin is far more formidable. Look around you—this corridor is destined to become your grave this very night!”

  Hamdan leapt onto a higher stone, the spiral armor on her body began to shift and merge, forming sharp claws and menacing spikes. “A tomb, or perhaps a womb for a new world that shall be born, oh heroine? You speak of will, but who will bestow meaning upon that will if all names have perished and faded into oblivion?”

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  One of the remaining human soldiers, Lieutenant Gared, shouted from behind the rubble in a tone of despair. “Lady Marduk! Our forces cannot hold out much longer—the poison thickens! We cannot breathe!”

  Lady Marduk nodded quickly, her eyes sharply fixed on Hamdan. “Hold fast behind me! Do not inhale the air directly—make use of the remaining elixir, seal any open wounds!”

  Hamdan waved her hand in disdain, and the basilisk attacked once more, its jaws opening wide as it spewed toxic mist directly at the human forces. Its voice boomed and echoed, “None shall emerge alive from here without Gamma’s permission! Annihilate them all!”

  Lady Marduk stepped forward, swinging her staff as blue flames danced in the air, forming a massive wall of heat that held back the wave of poison. She leaped toward Hamdan, her magic and physical strength merging into one brutal and unexpected strike. “You have a fondness for poison, don’t you? If so, relish the heat of this hell!”

  Hamdan dodged nimbly, her sharp spiral claws ricocheting off Marduk’s fiery magic. The living armor on her back trembled, sprouting new sharp spines. “You’re merely prolonging your own death, Marduk! This corridor has belonged to me long before you were even born—and it will remain mine long after you turn to ash!”

  Marduk redirected her magic toward the ceiling of the mine, striking the fragile stone formation until it triggered a massive landslide that buried the basilisk beneath. The colossal beast roared in hysteria, its earth-shattering voice echoing against the dark walls enclosing that place, while its body was trapped among the scorching debris that fell.

  Lieutenant Gared, her eyes glinting in the fog of smoke, shouted in a hoarse voice, “Attack now! She’s distracted!”

  The remaining human forces swiftly moved, hurling their rune-spears at the ensnared basilisk. Some of the spears disintegrated, shattered and undone by the venom seeping from the monster's body, while others struck firmly into its thick scales. Hamdan, enraged and undone by her own desperation, lashed out with her claws toward Marduk, as if attempting to reclaim lost control.

  “How dare you destroy my most magnificent creation!” she shouted, her voice burning with pent-up hatred.

  Marduk intercepted the attack with a wall of roaring flames, glaring at Hamdan with fiery eyes full of loathing. “You have never created anything, Hamdan. All you do is destroy, infecting every soul you touch with your corruption.”

  The basilisk writhed violently, its spiny tail sweeping across one of the human soldiers, turning his body to stone in an instant. Red blood stained the rock, and the air grew thick with the chaos unraveling. Hamdan leapt from the back of the basilisk, landing squarely amid the remnants of the human forces, unleashing lethal venom from her spiraled hands.

  In a maniacal tone, Hamdan howled: “You are all nothing but weaklings! This new world demands fresh blood!”

  Lieutenant Gared, groaning in pain, struggled to keep his breath as rigidity spread throughout his body. “Lady Marduk! We cannot hold out much longer—fall back, or... we shall all be trapped here!”

  Marduk gazed at the raging Hamdan, then turned her gaze to her remaining troops. A heavy decision forced its way into her mind. “Gared, pull all soldiers to the north! I will hold them back here—get anyone still able to stand out of this place!”

  Gared, with the last of her strength, dragged the remaining soldiers, battling desperately to exert every ounce of power to pull them from the heart of the lethal poison. Marduk once more confronted Hamdan, her gaze resolute, fueled by a burning fighting spirit. She slammed her staff into the ground with all the strength she had left, and blue magic erupted with a thunderous roar, illuminating the entire corridor with blazing fire and blinding light. Hamdan was hurled backward, his body struck by the force of the magic, shattering part of his spiral armor into jagged pieces.

  Hamdan, breathless and gasping, moaned in agony. “You... will never... win...” His voice was barely a whisper, yet it brimmed with unyielding hatred.

  Marduk stepped forward slowly, aware of how her own body was beginning to weaken from the relentless drain of magic. “Victory? In this hellish corridor, there will never be a winner. Only names will remain etched on these walls forever.” Her voice was deep and firm, echoing among the ruins.

  Hamdan struggled fiercely to stand, green blood flowing heavily from the corner of his mouth. “I... am Gamma... I... am poison to this world...” His voice was hoarse, each word sounding as if pulled from the depths of his wounded soul.

  Marduk advanced, closing the distance between them, her gaze fixed upon Hamdan's three eyes, which shimmered with despair. “You are not the poison you think you are. You are merely a wound that will not heal—a reminder of this grim reality.”

  The basilisk roared in pain, trying to lift its shattered body. Yet, Marduk's fire surged forth, swift and blazing, striking the creature's head, burning away all remnants of life until only bones remained. The poison that flowed from its lifeless body now spread viciously throughout the mines, transforming the dim corridors into a creeping stream of death. Hamdan collapsed to the ground, his breath faltering as life slipped away.

  Hamdan whispered, “I... am not... afraid of death...” His voice was full of resolve, even as it grew weaker.

  Marduk took a deep breath, then gently closed Hamdan's three eyes with her scarred hands. “Perhaps... that is the only thing you can take pride in during these final moments.”

  The remaining human soldiers managed to escape from the Basalt Veins, collapsing between exhaustion and pain; some of them had lost their sight, while others coughed up blood. Marduk was the last to step through, the corpse of Hamdan slung over her shoulder—a symbol of the war that had yet to end, yet one curse had been broken this night. The Basalt Veins now lay submerged in silence, with only the crackling of embers and the boiling poison left behind. Here, there were no winners. There were only those who survived—and the names of those who would never truly be erased from the memories of this world.