Brand vs Flame – The Battle of Blood Brothers
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⚔️ Scene 1: The First Strike – Fire and Void Collide
The ruined hall shuddered the moment they moved.
Riven's blade, Ignivar, erupted with crimson-white flame.
Caelen's weapon, the Nulllight Blade, pulsed with inverted shadows—light that bent and twisted reality itself.
They collided midair with a sound like thunder breaking chains.
BOOM!
Shockwaves tore through the ancient foundation, scattering memory echoes—guard illusions flickered, banners burst into flame, and the very stones beneath them screamed with ancestral anguish.
Riven spun, driving a flame arc down toward Caelen's shoulder.
But Caelen was faster than before.
Empowered by the Brand of Valtoris, he parried—
his sword leaving behind trails of memory distortion in the air.
Riven's flame sparked across the memory field like a comet's tail—
but for every flame, Caelen answered with silence.
> "You fight like you still believe you're saving something," Caelen growled.
> "I fight because I still feel, Caelen."
Their blades locked.
And for a moment—
They were just two brothers again.
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💥 Scene 2: Bloodline Powers Unleashed
The battlefield twisted.
Caelen raised his left hand—
The Brand of Valtoris glowed brighter, and a sigil formed in the air: a broken crown over burning chains.
> "Memoria Valtoris—Ancestral Invocation!"
Suddenly—dozens of flickering figures emerged around him.
Not illusions.
Bloodline ghosts.
Valtoris ancestors—
Warriors, tyrants, kings, rebels—
All long dead.
Their forms crackled with pale flame and wrath.
Each bore a fragment of Caelen's grief.
Riven's heart beat faster.
> "You're using our bloodline as puppets."
> "I am the bloodline now!"
Riven planted Ignivar into the ground—
> "Then feel its judgment."
He raised his palm—
His own brand, once buried in guilt and sorrow, erupted in golden flame.
> "Ignis Vitae—Soulfire Ascent!"
A flame-pillar shot from the ground—
And from it, stepped one figure.
Only one.
His younger self.
Innocent.
Pure.
Holding a wooden blade.
> "We don't need ghosts," Riven whispered.
> "We need truth."
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🔥 Scene 3: The Dance of Memory and Flame
The battlefield collapsed into flickering sequences—
Every strike they exchanged twisted the landscape around them:
One moment, they were in the courtyard as children.
Then, the pyre where Riven was burned alive.
Then, the coronation hall, with the crown split between them.
Then… the moment Selene kissed Riven for the first time.
Each place… a battlefield.
Each memory… weaponized.
Riven ducked under a ghostly greatblade and slashed Caelen across the ribs—
but Caelen responded by hurling a memory shard that struck Riven straight in the mind.
Suddenly—
> He was reliving the night Caelen wept alone, watching Riven get crowned.
> "You never even looked back…" Caelen whispered, striking.
Riven barely blocked.
> "Because I thought… you were proud of me!"
Their swords sang.
One forged in grief.
One reborn through fire.
And the clash echoed like a drumbeat to destiny.
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💔 Scene 4: Selene's Choice
Above the duel, on a higher balcony of stone, Selene and Lyara watched.
Selene gripped the railing so tight her knuckles bled.
> "He's going to die."
Lyara, eyes glowing with fate-threads, whispered:
> "No.
One of them has to win.
Only one version of this world survives."
Selene turned, voice trembling.
> "But… I love them both.
One by blood…
One by bond."
Tears welled in her eyes.
> "I can't lose either."
Lyara stepped forward.
Her voice cracked, but resolute.
> "Then do something the Threads forbid."
> "What?"
> "Break them."
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🌩️ Scene 5: The Final Clash Begins
Back below, Caelen roared and summoned the Scepter of the First Flame, a massive weapon infused with memory curse and royal pain.
Riven's body ached—Ignivar burned hotter than ever before, but cracks spread along its blade.
> "I didn't want this, brother."
> "Neither did I," Caelen whispered.
Then—
They charged.
A final sprint.
A final cry.
And then—
Everything vanished into flame.
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