Orimo ran, every heartbeat thundering in his chest, adrenaline blazing. The air around him seemed to hum with tension as he closed the distance to Ryujin Hibuko.
"Scum!" Orimo yelled, his voice raw with anger and disbelief.
Morgan Tarek's eyes narrowed, calm and calculating. "What's up with this brat?" he thought.
With a sudden burst, Orimo leapt into the air. His arms were shrouded in black Aegis Mantra, crackling like living shadows.
Boom! He crashed down onto Morgan, a violent surge of energy radiating from the impact. Morgan's sword intercepted instantly — metal clashing, sparks flying.
"Wait… you're the Devil Reincarnate — Orimo Kuzan! You took down my facility!" Morgan's voice was calm but sharp.
Before Orimo could react, Morgan moved with lightning speed, slicing through the air. The sword tore into Orimo's chest. Swish! Blood erupted, spilling across the ground. Orimo collapsed to his knees, choking, gasping, crimson staining his armor.
"Agh!!!" he screamed, pain cutting through him like fire.
Morgan's eyes were cold. "Imprison and torture him."
Ryuki dashed forward, blades drawn, fury burning in her gaze. But Yura stepped in, placing a hand firmly on her shoulder.
"Not now. We have a plan to take him down and save Orimo. Wait."
Reluctantly, Ryuki sheathed her swords, the tension in the air palpable. Orimo lay unconscious, captured after a single, decisive slash from Ryujin Hibuko — Morgan Tarek.
The battlefield fell silent, the only sounds were the soft crackle of his black aura and the distant wind — a storm of consequences just beginning.