The Arena of Fate
The entire group stood at the edge of a colossal battlefield, staring ahead in awe.
Sang whistled under his breath, "Sheesh… this is way bigger than I imagined, man."
As they stepped forward into the stadium, a roar of cheers and shouting washed over them — the name "Earian!" echoing through the air like thunder.
They looked up — every seat around the massive arena was packed with townsfolk, eagerly awaiting the spectacle.
Zoick smirked, nudging Sang,
Zoick: "Looks like the whole damn town showed up."
At the center of it all, a monstrous anchor (an announcer monster) bellowed with a booming voice,
Anchor: "Finally! The last hope of Zius has entered the arena! It is none other than... Earian!"
The crowd erupted again, chanting Earian's name like a heartbeat of hope.
Just as Sang was about to step closer, Eldrin grabbed his arm roughly, yanking him back.
Eldrin (low voice): "Stay hidden. Not yet. Don't expose yourself."
Solemnly, the group moved to the benches behind Earian, letting the champion stand alone under the blinding spotlight.
The Lord of Zius Descends
Suddenly — silence.
A cold wind howled across the stadium, sweeping up dust into a swirling storm.
Through the haze, two glowing eyes emerged… footsteps slow, heavy, merciless.
The anchor trembled visibly, stuttering into his mic,
Anchor (in terror): "T-The… Lord of Zius… Lord Werner!"
As the dust cleared, a monstrous figure stood tall before Earian — muscles carved like stone, dark armor cracked with ancient power.
The stadium shook with fear.
Earian's fists clenched with pure hatred. His breathing sharpened.
Werner simply chuckled with arrogant pride.
Werner (mocking): "Kid… I'll give you one chance to run. Otherwise, you die here."
Earian's voice roared back with defiance,
Earian: "I'll show you who's going to die today!"
With that, Earian launched forward — striking, slicing, throwing everything he had.
But Werner moved like mist, dodging without effort, each of Earian's blows missing by inches.
Earian's strikes grew desperate, wild, exhausted.
Without warning, Werner disappeared — and with a flash, slammed a brutal punch into Earian's gut, sending him hurtling backward across the ground.
Werner walked slowly towards him, sword unsheathed, smirking,
Werner: "This... will be the last sight you see in this world."
He raised his monstrous blade high — ready to sever Earian's head clean off.
A Distant Court Stirred
Far away, in the dark realm of Threxius' Empire, a message arrived.
The General bowed before his lord, Threxius, and spoke solemnly,
General: "Lord… the spy's message has reached us."
Threxius, seated in shadow, simply raised a hand — signaling to play it.
A holographic image of the spy appeared, his voice filled with urgency:
Spy: "Lord, I conclude it's him. Request immediate meeting in the Abyssal Nexus."
For a long, tense moment, Threxius remained silent — thinking, calculating.
Finally, he whispered,
Threxius: "Summon them all. The Court must assemble immediately."
The command echoed through the empire, stirring the dark powers of Threxius.
The Battle Reignited
Back in the arena — Werner's sword whistled downward...
but before it could touch Earian, a shockwave tore through the air!
From the smoke, ethereal spirit hands shot up and caught Werner's blade.
Earian opened his eyes, stunned.
Werner (furious): "Who dares?!"
In an instant, a storm slapped across Werner's face. A surge of ice exploded beneath him, piercing into his armor.
Roots tore up from the ground, battering his body.
A furious wind hurled him higher, while a crystal spike shot from the earth, stabbing him midair.
As Werner twisted helplessly, a burning flame kick from Rakhad struck his chest — and launched him down, smashing into the arena floor.
Just as Werner struggled to rise, a sonic blast shattered his ears, flinging him brutally into the distant arena wall.
In the settling dust —
Rakhad, Lohirian, and the rest of the group stood shoulder-to-shoulder before Earian, facing the monster lord.
The stadium exploded into wild cheering!
Rakhad pointed at Werner, declaring boldly,
Rakhad: "You'll have to battle all of us now!"
The Monster Splits
Werner wiped the blood from his mouth, then laughed coldly,
Werner: "Battle all of you? Hah! I'll finish you with a single move."
Suddenly, his monstrous body twisted — splitting into one hundred copies of himself, each radiating deadly power.
Werner (grinning): "I'm a mage too… the Myronyx Mage."
The revelation struck like lightning — gasps echoed from the crowd.
Each clone pulsed with energy equivalent to ten powerful beings.
The battle erupted violently.
The group clashed with the sea of Werners — blow after blow, spells cracking the sky, earth splitting under their feet.
But whenever they destroyed a clone, its dissipated power triggered even more copies.
Sang (gritting his teeth): "You were right, Master. I'm still too weak..."
Zoick (grinning): "When do we jump in, Master? I'm itching for it!"
Despite relentless fighting — despite slaying five hundred clones — they hadn't even scratched the original Werner.
Fatigue crushed their bodies. Hope dwindled.
Despair at the Edge
Werner hovered arrogantly above the battered heroes,
Werner: "I warned you. No one matches my power."
The boys staggered on shaking legs.
The girls collapsed to their knees, too exhausted to stand.
The anchor spoke in a hushed, broken voice,
Anchor (in sorrow): "The fate of Zius is sealed. There's no hope…"
"We must accept Werner as our King."
But then — Earian, trembling, bleeding — slowly forced himself upright.
Earian (weak but burning): "No… the duel… isn't over yet..."
One by one, the others rose too — bodies battered, but spirit unyielding.
Werner chuckled cruelly,
Werner: "Still dreaming? Fine. I'll give you a final chance."
"Choose anyone from this arena. If your champion defeats me… I'll spare your town. If not... your world falls to me."
His general nodded grimly — issuing commands to seal the gates tight once again.
Anchor (whispering in fear): "This is truly… our last chance."
The Final Stand
Eldrin placed a firm hand on Sang and Zoick's shoulders,
Eldrin (commanding quietly): "Now. Go."
Both nodded, their faces fierce with resolve.
The arena fell into dead silence...
until Sang broke it with a cocky grin,
Sang (shouting): "Hey! The duel isn't over yet!"
Zoick stepped forward, his voice full of fire,
Zoick: "Wanna play with us?"
The crowd held its breath.
The final battle... was about to begin.