The Ark Of Rhongomyniad And The Graves

"Hear my oath to grant me the Spear of the King. The power of the Britannia flows within me, tethers me to the ends of the world, and shines its holiness on my enemy. These are the promises I've made to wield such a masterpiece of weapon that rivals Excalibur:-"

The winds surrounding Nasima started to become aggressive while turning into lines of gold, and an orb appeared in her opened palms.

"The curtains draw to their closure one final time. Let the stage be set, and the story progresses to its final arc. A tragedy, a romance, a tale about the Gods Of Death all across History!" said Duncan, while matching Nasima's growing power.

"I will never commit murder. I will never commit treason. I will give mercy to those who ask. I will help the women if trouble arises. I will never commit harm against women. I will never take up battles that are lesser than God or the Domain. I will fear God and maintain His Church..."

"No matter which God you believe in, there will always be one that represents Death itself... So may Death scatter across the plains..." Duncan chanted as he allowed the Ankou to control his body.

"We're all stories in the end... So let's make this a good one and live the best life out of it. Once death creeps up behind you, there's no turning back. Because when the Ankou comes, he doesn't leave empty-handed," murmured Duncan.

However, the two males were in perfect unison as they shifted their feet toward the left. Duncan saw the Ankou's lockets and quickly used his right arm to grab them, causing the Sotabas to appear around him. The Ankou smiled as he forced Duncan's hand to grip on those lockets tightly.

The grave markers glowed in a luminous green light as more started to surround the arena. Duncan held up the scythe above his shoulder and the weapon's blade exploded into colors of green and dark purple Elemental Energy. But it was a far cry compared to what Nasima was drawing out.

The orb in her hand exploded and morphed into a gigantic golden spear, floating in midair with streams of wind Elemental Energy woven into the weapon. Nasima then gripped the weapon's handle and aimed the spear at Duncan while pulling her arm back to prepare for the throw.

"Might Of Ventosus: Anchor the Light into the World and Raise The Winds... Rhongomyniad!" yelled Nasima, launching the spear at Duncan.

"Final Frame: Graves of the Round Table," said Duncan calmly as he brought down his scythe.

The twenty-four Sotobas inscribed with the Knights of the Round Table hurled across the battlefield with the massive slash of Elemental Power that came out of the Ankou's scythe. Each Sotoba has the power of the Knight that is engraved on it.

As the two spells clashed against each other, Ashley and Tomoe grabbed onto the kid and moved away from the pit. Mavislin and Z were still at work when the final clash happened, prompting them to turn to look out the window.

But the Old Chapel was confident that both kids would turn out okay, so the two Founders continued their work. Meanwhile, Ashley was getting irritated with the running motive of using the Knights of the Round Table amongst the children.

"At first, it was the twins... Then Amani and now Nasima! Are all these related to the Knights of the Round Table by some magical link?!" asked Ashley as he was getting quite upset with the fight below them.

The children hid behind Tomoe in fear as Ashley gripped his rifle so hard that dents appeared on the barrel. The Kitsune was confused at why Ashley was so angry, but before he could question, the Slayer appeared behind them.

"Oi! What are you doing here?" asked Tomoe.

"Are you kidding? Do you want me to face the clash of a Holy Lance and a Grim Reaper's scythe at ground zero?! Are you out of your mind?! I value my life, thank you very much! Anyways, the two kids down there are powerful enough to survive the blast, so I'll wait up here."

Down at the bottom of the pit, both kids had jumped from their spots to provide the physical strength to overpower the other's attack while using their spells as cover. In the heart of the lights display, Duncan and Nasima were trying to destroy each other's weapons.

As the Holy Lance started to crack, Nasima feared for the worst as Duncan grinned widely.

"You may have exceeded my expectations, but you are still the group's baby. Time to sleep and concede defeat, Nasima Vermillion," said Duncan as he pushed forward his scythe, shattering the Holy Lance.

"That's okay... Everyone's better than me..."