The Entrance of the Two Flames
Sang and Zoick stepped forward onto the battlefield — their auras blazing like raging fires of destiny.
The arena, which had been a restless storm of noise, fell into a sacred, trembling silence at their presence... and then erupted.
The crowd roared so fiercely that Eldrin caught a glimpse — a fleeting image — of a figure shrouded in light...
(A memory? Or a vision? Keyokthai Shammroy... his face hidden.)
Eldrin smirked to himself, a glint of nostalgia and pride flashing across his face.
Meanwhile, Werner scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain:
Werner: "Two fools! You still think you can defeat me?"
The Illusion of Numbers
In a flash, Werner activated his Myronyx power, splitting into fifty perfect clones.
Zoick braced to attack — but Sang stopped him, raising a calm hand in front of him.
Sang (serious whisper): "He's splitting... but none of those clones hold real power.
Watch closely. His body manipulates blood cells and hormones — copying forms, not strength. Attack too hard, and he'll only get stronger."
Zoick (confused and frustrated): "Man, what are you even saying?!"
Sang (smirking slightly): "Physics, Zoick. Non-Newtonian physics."
Zoick (almost shouting): "BRO, why are you giving a physics class NOW?!"
Sang: "It's simple. He's using Oobleck."
Zoick (blank stare): "Oobleck??"
Sang (calm but firm): "A liquid that becomes solid when you strike it hard. Hit softly — and it lets you sink.
We need to be gentle. Controlled. Slash lightly — and they'll fall apart easily."
Zoick (grinning): "Then let's dance, bro."
The Counter Strategy
Swords were summoned — crafted of crystal blades with tree wood handles, gleaming under the light.
With elegance and lethal grace, Sang and Zoick sliced through the clones,
swift horizontal slashes breaking the illusion apart, one after another.
Zoick (laughing): "Man, they're falling like leaves!"
Sang: "Keep going. Horizontal strikes with just enough power."
Within minutes, the fifty clones were nothing but fragments in the wind.
Werner watched, stunned.
Werner (thinking, panicked): "What?! They adapted so fast?!"
The crowd was electric.
Earian: "YEAH! Go on!!"
Rohdan: "That's my boys!"
Upanor: "Cut him down, Sang, Zoick!"
Selia: "Incredible!"
Azira (grinning): "They're unbeatable together!"
Lyra (nodding firmly): "This... this is real strength."
Sylin (wide-eyed): "Amazing..."
The Tides Turn
As dust swirled, Sang disappeared in a flash — reappearing behind Werner, sword aimed for the kill.
Werner barely blocked — his sword clashing with Sang's burning blade.
From the other side, Zoick struck, forcing Werner into a desperate defense.
Their fire and beast swords howled across the arena, the ground cracking under the shockwaves, sparks flying into the storming sky.
Suddenly — a thunderous explosion.
All three warriors skidded backward, blood dripping from fresh wounds.
The arena held its breath.
Werner Unleashed
Werner gritted his teeth. Rage twisted across his face.
Clenching his hand, he summoned a metallic cube — from it, he drank a shimmering, dangerous fluid.
In an instant —
BOOM!
His aura exploded, a storm of violent energy tearing across the field.
Before Sang could react, Werner struck —
a brutal, relentless onslaught that slammed Sang against the arena walls.
Each blow came faster, heavier.
Sang struggled to defend — his legs trembling under the weight.
The group screamed, helpless.
Selia (worried): "Sang!"
But Eldrin remained still, watching... waiting for something to awaken.
The Fall of Hope
Sang, battered and bleeding, staggered to his feet.
Sang (weak, desperate thoughts): "This... this can't be my end. I promised... I must stand."
But Werner showed no mercy.
With a chilling calmness, he turned toward Zoick —
and kicked him mid-air, followed by a brutal flurry of punches that crushed Zoick into the earth.
The ground shattered. Zoick lay unmoving, barely conscious.
Sang (shouting): "NO!!!"
Werner (cold and merciless): "Now it's your turn... kid."
Sang, broken and weak, tried to raise his sword.
But his legs gave out — he collapsed, helpless.
The group watched in horror.
Werner raised his blade, ready to end it.
As the sword swung down —
Sang's body, drained of all strength, simply... fell.
Lifeless.
The arena plunged into silence.
The world seemed to stop.