The death of his grandmother unleashed something within Zen Felix—something he had never felt before. Rage. Sorrow. Emptiness. All of it twisted into a churning black storm that erupted from the depths of his soul. His once-soft white hair darkened into an inky black, as if shrouded in eternal night. Even his skin dimmed, absorbing shadows like he was no longer human—but a being born from the brink of ruin. His breaths grew heavy, his heart beat slow, yet a violent energy surged within him, boiling with no end.
This wasn't just anger.
This was awakening.
A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. Black mist began to pour from his body, curling outward like a living shroud, engulfing the entire city of Pafilia—a shadow of death descending upon its prey. No one could run. No one could hide.
In his lavish palace, Dorstan laughed carelessly, surrounded by handmaidens, a goblet of red wine still clutched in his hand. The music, the flirtation, the decadence—they all stopped when a breathless guard stumbled into the room, eyes wide with terror.
"Master! The city… it's being swallowed by a black fog! It's not natural—this fog, it's evil, it's—"
Dorstan raised an eyebrow and smirked dismissively. "It must be Gerson the Ghost. He loves playing tricks on small towns like this. Nothing to worry about."
"But, sir… Gerson is—"
"Enough! I don't care!" Dorstan snapped, hurling his goblet against the wall. Red wine splattered like blood. "As long as my treasures are untouched, don't bother me with this nonsense!"
But then… the temperature dropped. The laughter of the handmaidens died in their throats. A strange wind swept through the windows—thick, suffocating, unnatural. And then… the ground trembled.
Above the sky of Pafilia, a figure floated amid a vortex of flame and shadow. He was no longer Zen Felix—not entirely. His crimson eyes glowed like embers in the void. Without hesitation, he descended toward Dorstan's estate, where jewels and riches piled like monuments to greed.
The moment his feet touched the floor, black fire erupted from his body, crawling across every wall and corner of the estate.
Priceless gems began to melt in the blaze. Guards who saw it fled without a fight. They knew.
This was no ordinary foe.
This was no longer a man.
Dorstan burst through the grand doorway, still wearing his silks, his face ashen with horror. Their eyes locked.
And for the first time in his life, Dorstan felt it—true, raw fear. Not of death, but of something far worse.
"Wh-who… who are you?" he stammered.
Zen Felix gave no answer. His hand rose slowly, and the black fire began to coil around Dorstan's body. But then—something unexpected.
The flames did not consume him outright.
Instead, they responded… resonating with the darkness within him.
"No… no, this can't be…" Felix whispered to himself.
Through the awakened sight of the Oragon Dragon, he saw it clearly—these were the flames of annihilation, flames that revealed the true essence of every soul. To his eyes now, good burned white… and evil burned black.
And Dorstan?
His fire was blacker than night, a searing sign of how deeply corruption had sunk its roots.
Zen Felix didn't hesitate.
He had found his first target.
Dorstan fell to his knees, trembling. "Please! Mercy! I'll give you anything! I'll worship you! I'll make you a god!"
Felix said nothing.
He stepped forward and pressed his hand to Dorstan's chest.
Then it began.
An agony unlike anything Dorstan had ever imagined tore through him—not merely pain, but the compounded suffering of every soul he had wronged. Their cries rang in his ears. Their wounds, their sorrow, their torment—now turned back on him, multiplied a thousandfold.
"AAAAAAGH! STOP! PLEASE!" Dorstan screamed, blood-tears streaming down his bloated eyes. But there was no mercy in Felix's gaze.
He pulled.
He drew the black fire from Dorstan's body, ripping out every trace of evil festering in his soul.
Dorstan stiffened.
His breath caught.
And in mere seconds…
He crumpled to the floor—drained, hollow, lifeless.
Zen Felix looked down at him for a moment. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Dorstan's body was engulfed in black flame, reduced to nothing. No ashes. No bones. Just void.
Without looking back, Felix raised his arm again. The fire swept through Dorstan's palace, consuming every treasure, every memory of tyranny. Not a single guard was spared. Not a single coin remained.
Above the city, the sky had turned dark, and Pafilia stood frozen, watching the fall of its cruelest ruler.
From a distant rooftop, Gerson the Ghost watched in silence, eyes filled with something rare—regret.
"I've made a terrible mistake…" he murmured before fading into the shadows, leaving behind a city cloaked in sorrow and ruin.
The skies over Pafilia that day were darker than anything ever seen.
Zen Felix—no longer conscious in his human form—hovered above the city, his eyes glowing a deep, burning red as they gazed downward. Below him, black flames crackled from the bodies of those tainted by evil—each flicker a mark of sin, a sign that darkness had taken root deep within their souls.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand. In an instant, the flames surged higher, engulfing the sinners. Screams of agony echoed through the streets as every soul consumed by the fire was forced to relive every act of cruelty they had ever committed. It was as if a mirror had been held up to their worst deeds—and they were burned alive by their own wickedness. Their bodies disintegrated, leaving nothing but ash carried away by the wind, blending into the thick, black fog.
People ran without direction, screaming, begging for mercy that would never come. Only those whose hearts remained pure—those whose souls glowed with a white light—were left untouched. Of the thirty thousand people who once lived in the city, only five thousand remained, trembling as they watched a destruction they never thought possible.
As the black mist began to lift, Zen Felix felt his strength begin to wane. His body grew weak, his chest trembled as though about to burst. With a final breath, he plummeted from the sky like a dying star, crashing hard into the earth. His skin—now darkened beyond recognition—no longer bore any trace of the boy he once was. Not even he understood what he had become.
After what felt like an eternity of unconsciousness, Zen Felix awoke. Cold air pierced his body—but he wasn't sure whether it was the night chill or the emptiness now echoing inside him. He looked at his hands. His skin, once familiar, had turned jet-black. It was as if he were nothing more than a shadow, hollow and formless.
He stood slowly. His steps were unsure. No one recognized him. He didn't even recognize himself.
Naked, yet shrouded in a lingering black mist that clung to him like regret, he walked into an abandoned clothing shop. With trembling fingers, he picked out a set of all-black garments and dressed himself in silence. Then, his feet carried him back to the one place that had once meant everything: his grandmother's small home.
It was quiet now. No voice calling his name. No scent of warm oat porridge greeting him at the door. Only silence. Only death.
With his own hands, he dug into the earth—creating a grave for the only person who had ever loved him. Each scoop of soil felt like it was being torn from his heart—heavy, painful, unforgivable.
When his grandmother's body finally rested beneath the earth, Zen Felix knelt beside her grave, his gaze empty as it lingered on the simple headstone.
"I'm sorry, Grandma…" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I lost control... I…"
There was no reply. There never would be.
He looked out at the city, now still and hushed. A place that should have been filled with life, now haunted by silence and fear. Five thousand souls remained—each of them afraid of him. Zen Felix understood he could not stay. To them, he was no longer a boy. He was a monster—something even more terrifying than the injustice they had once lived under.
Without a second thought, he made his way to the harbor. The waves crashed softly, as if mourning with him. He climbed into a small boat, letting the wind carry him away from Pafilia, away from everything he had once known.
Staring blankly at the endless sea, Zen Felix watched as the shadow of Pafilia faded behind him. All that remained was regret, and one undeniable truth:
He was no longer human.
He was no longer the Zen Felix he once knew.