The Shattered Covenant

A silence descended again—but this one wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, like the weight of time pressing down upon existence.

Morrivha’s presence grew darker, her form shifting into something ancient. Her limbs extended and folded into wings of jagged spirit bone. Her crown became a veil of stars, her eyes now black wells that devoured even light.

Kaito stood unfazed. His own aura pulsed, no longer chaotic but harmonic—resonating with the truth he had accepted. His curse, his power, his pain… all of it now part of his identity.

“I offer you one final mercy,” Morrivha declared, voice echoing through the broken chamber like a symphony of mourning angels. “Kneel. Accept the chains of the Hollow Throne. Rule as my hand, and I shall give her back.”

“You don’t rule fate,” Kaito replied, his voice calm, steady, edged with fire. “And you don’t own her soul.”

Morrivha raised her scepter. “Then you shall die a godless child.”

The Final Duel Begins