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“I’ll fight you until the truth breaks through the curse,” he said. “And if I die doing it… then so be it.”
They charged again—two souls entwined by fate and fury, clashing in a storm of fire, memory, and blade.
The clash continued with the thunderous clash of their weapons echoing like war drums. Kaito spun mid-air, igniting Phoenix Fireball-2, and hurled it downward. It struck the floor, exploding into a fiery bloom that illuminated the chamber in blazing gold.
The Flame Warden darted backward, flapping her skeletal wings. “You’re still holding back, Kaito. Why?”
“Because I know you’re in there,” he growled.
But suddenly, the flames parted—and another presence arrived.
From the broken shadows near the throne, a shattered mirror began to reassemble, piece by piece, as if unseen hands stitched it together.
The Flame Warden froze.
Kaito narrowed his eyes. “What the hell is that?”