The air was still for a heartbeat.Oban stood across from Nijack, the two staring each other down in the cracked, endless dimension. The light here flickered like dying stars, and the floor beneath them trembled with every step they took.
Oban gripped his vampiric blade tightly, his breath heavy but steady. His eyes burned crimson.He muttered under his breath, "Today, I won't forgive you, Mr. Nijack."
Nijack smirked — the same grin Aijack once had, but darker, twisted."Forgive?" he echoed mockingly. "You think forgiveness means anything in a broken world like this?"
He lifted his hand, and from the crawling darkness beneath his feet, a long, jagged blade rose — black as void, humming with soul energy. The air distorted around it.Their weapons met with a flash.
CLANG!A shockwave erupted — violent enough to split the air and send cracks racing across the dimension's walls. The ground tore open like paper, and still, neither moved back an inch. Sparks scattered like rain between them.
Oban snarled, forcing Nijack back and then dashed in — swinging his mace in a brutal arc.Nijack tilted his head slightly, dodging effortlessly. The weapon tore through the ground, sending chunks of debris flying.In the same instant, Nijack vanished — his shadow stretching behind Oban.
"Too slow."
A solid punch smashed into Oban's ribs, sending him tumbling across the cracked plain. He rolled, skidding to a stop, coughing blood but forcing himself up. His wounds closed quickly, his vampiric regeneration kicking in. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Impressive," Nijack said calmly, walking forward. "Still standing after that. You might last longer than i expected
Oban's eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare talk about me.
He blurred forward again, their blades meeting in rapid flashes.Steel against steel.Shockwave after shockwave.Every hit shook the sky.
The two figures disappeared, reappearing across the battlefield in blinding speed — clashing at different angles, the air filled with afterimages. Each strike was faster, sharper, louder. The endless dimension trembled under the pressure of their power.
Oban's movements were fierce — raw strength, pure instinct. Nijack's were cold, precise, and effortless.It wasn't just a fight — it was dominance.
"Not bad, vampire boy," Nijack said mid-swing. "But you still fight like a beast. No rhythm. No control."
Oban roared and swung his mace again — this time catching Nijack's shoulder. The impact cracked through his armor and sent him flying back a few meters."Control this!" Oban shouted, dashing in for another hit.
But Nijack vanished again — melting into his own shadow.From behind Oban, a whisper echoed.
"Behind you."
Before Oban could turn, Nijack's blade sliced through his Flesh, cutting deep across his back. He gritted his teeth, spun, and slammed the vampiric blade downward, but Nijack blocked it easily, twisting his sword until it hummed with a strange aura.
The color around them distorted.The air grew heavy — thick with energy that made the dimension shake.
"What the hell…?" Oban muttered.
Nijack lifted his blade, and the dark light gathered around it. "Soul Resonance," he said softly. "The power that eats your strength and turns it into mine."
A burst of energy exploded outward, forcing Oban back. His Body started to dim, its crimson glow fading. He stumbled slightly — his knees weak for a moment.His life force was being drained.
"You… you bastard," Oban growled, pressing his blade into the ground to hold himself upright.
Nijack walked forward, eyes gleaming with calm amusement. "You really thought you could face me on equal ground? Oban, you're strong — but your soul is still chained by guilt. By weakness. You want to protect, I only want to conquer. That's the difference."
Oban spat blood. "You talk too much."
With a roar, he pushed through the pain, his body glowing faintly red as his regeneration burned faster than ever. He lunged again, his blade screaming through the air. Nijack parried, but this time, Oban's raw strength pushed him back several steps. The ground shattered beneath their feet.
They clashed again — faster, harder. Nijack's precision met Oban's fury in a deadly rhythm. Every swing, every strike carried the weight of their hatred.
Oban suddenly shifted his footing, faked a swing, and brought his vampiric blade upward — slicing across Nijack's chest. Blood splattered.Oban smirked. "Guess your control isn't perfect either."
Nijack looked down at the wound, unbothered. Then his smile widened — unnerving and cold."You still don't get it."
The wound began to close — flesh knitting itself together unnaturally."Do you think I bleed like humans?" Nijack said, stepping closer. His voice was a whisper now — but filled with authority. "I'm not bound by body or bone. My soul is the blade. My body… is just a shadow."
Oban's eyes widened. He stepped back, realizing what that meant.This wasn't a fight against a man — it was a fight against something far beyond.
Nijack's blade started to vibrate — glowing with eerie light. "You've done well to entertain me this long. But playtime's over."
He raised the sword high, and black lightning spread across the dimension.Oban braced himself, slamming his vampiric blade into the ground and forming a blood barrier. The lightning hit — crashing like thunder — shattering the barrier into shards of red mist. Oban was thrown back, body skidding across the ground.
"Still alive?" Nijack asked, walking toward him again.
Oban groaned, forcing himself to stand. His body shield was cracked, blood dripping down his arms, but his eyes still burned bright.He lifted his weapon and said, "I'm not done yet."
He swung again — one final, desperate attack.The clash shook everything. Dust and smoke rose high, covering them both.
For a moment, silence.Then — a shadow moved within the smoke.It wasn't Oban.
Nijack stepped forward, barely scratched, his blade humming as he rested it on his shoulder. "You've got spirit," he said. "But you're already breaking. You just don't want to admit it."
Oban's breath was ragged, but his glare never wavered. "Keep talking… maybe you'll convince yourself."
Nijack chuckled. "You remind me of my brother — too stubborn to see reality."
He suddenly appeared behind Oban again, faster than before, his blade raised for the finishing blow. "Let me end your suffering."
But before the strike could land — a golden light burst between them.
Klein.
In an instant, he appeared, his energy radiating like heat against the darkness. He caught Oban's arm, pulling him back just as Nijack's blade slashed through where he had stood a heartbeat before.
Oban stumbled but caught his breath, looking up in shock. "Klein?! What the hell are you doing here?"
Klein didn't answer at first. His eyes were fixed on Nijack, analyzing him quietly.Then he said, "Hey… isn't he—""Yes," Oban cut in, his voice low. "He's not Aijack. He's his twin. But worse — corrupted. He's the one pulling every string behind this chaos."
Klein clenched his fists, aura flaring faintly. "So he's the main culprit, huh?"
Nijack tilted his head, amused. "Ah… so the savior finally arrives. Another fool standing in my way."
He raised his sword again, grinning. "Why don't you both come at me then? Show me your strength. Make this fun."
The air thickened — energy rippling through the shattered dimension.Klein and Oban stood side by side, their auras rising, light and shadow clashing in the void between them.
Klein smirked faintly. "You ready, Oban?"
But it doesnt mean we are freinds Dummy
Oban smile and said I understand...
Then Oban tightened his grip on his weapon. "Yeah. Now Let's finish what he started."
Nijack's shadow spread wider, crawling across the cracked ground like a living thing. "Good," he whispered, eyes glowing like embers. "Now show me… your full potential."
The scene froze — the three of them locked in that moment, tension heavy enough to crush the air itself.
And with that—