“Two Paths, One Fate”

The Final Battle Begins – Liebe vs. Ezryel

Two warriors. Two different paths. But only one would emerge victorious.

With a calm but piercing gaze, Rioji stepped into the center of the destroyed arena. His eyes moved from Liebe to Ezryel, and his voice left no room for doubt.

Rioji (with a firm voice):

"This is the final duel. Two warriors, two paths – but only one will be victorious. Fight with everything you have. Honor the battle. Honor the arena. Honor yourselves."

He stepped back, raised his hand, and brought it down in a decisive motion.

Rioji:

"Begin!"

Rex (watching closely, sharp-eyed):

Neo (grinning slightly):

"I wonder who will win. This is going to be exciting."

Kirah (leaning forward):

"They have both changed. This won't be an ordinary fight."

The Arena Awakened.

The ground trembled. Stone plates shattered, collapsing into the depths or rising dangerously high. A distorted screech echoed through the arena – as if it were a living entity.

Ezryel did not move immediately. No lightning, no impulsive attack. Instead, he slowly raised a hand.

A deep rumble moved through the ground.

With a single motion, he tore massive rocks from the underground, making them orbit around him like a protective wall.

Then came the wind – not wild, but precisely controlled.

Liebe (watching, calm):

"He has changed his style. More control. More precision."

A test.

Liebe lunged forward.

His strike cut through the air – directly at Ezryel.

But a shield of stone shot up.

Ezryel smiled – then, suddenly, an air blast exploded.

At that moment, the ground trembled again. A deep chasm cracked open.

The arena attacked.

Liebe jumped, but Ezryel was faster.

A direct hit to the side.

Pain surged through his body. Not the ribs. This time, directly into the liver.

Kyro (clenching his fists):

"He's fighting smarter this time. But Liebe will figure it out."

Nia (quiet, thoughtful):

"He's using the arena as a weapon. That's… different from before."

Liebe staggered slightly but immediately regained his footing. No hesitation. His movements were fluid, flowing – he countered instantly.

His hand struck Ezryel's shoulder joint with the full force of his resonance. A dull crack.

But the arena shifted again. Metal plates moved, and a wall of massive pillars suddenly shot up from the ground, separating them for a brief moment.

Ezryel didn't even flinch. On the contrary – his grin only grew wider.

Ezryel (confident, challenging):

"Not bad. But I'm not finished yet."

Lightning crackled. But Ezryel held back.

Liebe (calm, but determined):

"He wants control. But control alone doesn't win battles."

Kirah (narrowing her eyes):

"Now he's forcing Ezryel to react. Let's see if he has an answer."

Neo (thoughtful, serious):

"This will be a turning point… or the end."

His tattoos flared.

Every strike, every step – pure resonance.

Ezryel dodged – but Liebe was faster.

💥 A flat palm struck his chest, knocking him back.

💥 The second strike hit his leg, just below the joint.

Ezryel fell to one knee. His breathing was heavy. Blood dripped from a wound on his forehead.

One final attack – Liebe raised his hand for the decisive blow.

Then…

The Arena Reacted.

Suddenly, the entire ground tilted as if a massive lever had been pulled. Both fighters lost balance for a brief moment – just long enough for the amulet to awaken.

A dark whisper echoed in Ezryel's mind.

"Let go."

"I can make you stronger."

His body… no longer obeyed him.

Then –

⚡ Lightning flashed wildly through the arena.

💨 Wind sliced through the air like razors.

❄️ Ice spread at an alarming speed.

🌍 The earth cracked open as if it were being torn apart from within.

But this time, the arena responded.

Nia (shaking her head):

"This is… no longer a fight. This is a natural disaster."

Kirah (tense, voice hard):

"Liebe has no choice. He has to end this now."

Kyro (with a dark gaze):

"He's destroying everything – including himself. Just like me."

Structures changed within seconds.

A new tower of metal and stone formed beneath Ezryel, launching him upward.

Liebe realized the danger. He had to finish it.

His tattoos burned.

Rex (quietly):

"So this is it. His true power."

Neo (slowly nodding):

"He can't fully control it… but even that is enough."

Kirah (respectful, but serious):

"That's the real difference between them."

But even a fraction of it would be enough.

Thousand Strikes of Zenith awakened.

A colossal resonance entity rose behind him – shapeless and boundless. No weapon. No sword. Only pure momentum.

Ezryel reacted – but this time, he could not dodge.

💥 One strike. Two. Three. Ezryel was sent flying through the arena.

💥 Five. Ten. Twenty. The ground shattered under the force.

The arena moved with them – platforms shifted, adapting to the energy.

The final impact.

A shockwave spread through the arena.

But Ezryel did not fall immediately.

His body still twitched, a final spark in his eyes.

His last attack – A lightning strike, aimed directly at Liebe.

💥 Their forces collided.

The arena shook so violently that parts of the outer walls collapsed.

A blinding flash filled the space.

Then… Silence.

Ezryel fell.

Liebe remained standing.

Then, Rioji spoke.

Rioji (with a firm voice):

"The winner of this battle… is Liebe."

Kyro (quiet, determined):

"I will surpass them both."

Liebe exhaled heavily.

He straightened up, took a deep breath, and spoke:

Liebe:

"A man can control lightning, command the winds, shape ice, and shatter the earth. But without self-control, he will always be a pawn to the forces he sought to master."

Then he, too, fell to his knees.

Kirah (softly):

"Even in victory, he reminds him of what truly matters."

Nia (slowly nodding):

"He falls… but not as a loser."