Throne of the Queen of Chains

“That power… it’s divine! That shouldn’t exist!”

“I exist outside your limits,” Kaito spat. “And I’m just beginning.”

Kaito focused on the battlefield, then called upon a soul—his father’s.

A phantom formed beside him. Tall. Silent. His father, Hiroto Asura, in spectral armor, holding a golden glaive.

“Fight with me, Father.”

The phantom nodded and charged, slashing through incoming cursed chains like a storm.

Sanzi cast Binding Light, freezing Aseroth in place for a brief moment. Kaito dashed in, spinning with his sword cloaked in Phoenix Fireball-2, slashing straight into Aseroth’s chest.

Aseroth screamed, staggering.

“You may have her power, child,” he hissed, blood dripping black. “But you do not understand her mind. Morrivha was born from the screams of gods. She is beyond your reach!”

Kaito raised his blade again, now glowing with soul and flame.