The rebels surged forward, a small but determined force, charging toward the Land of Clash.
Atop the jagged cliffs, Morgan Tarek stood, his cape whipping in the electric wind, surveying the monstrous army below. Lightning danced across the sky, striking without mercy. Unaware, the spark of rebellion had ignited — and it was turning into a storm.
Back in the cave, Lavender Petal closed her eyes, the glow of her observation necklace illuminating her face. Her whisper carried through the darkness:
"I've seen the future… Orimo Kuzan, please be safe."
Morgan's eyes narrowed as he spotted the ragged army approaching.
"What is this?" he muttered, gripping his sword.
Then, from above, a shockwave slammed into his line. Boom! A punch coated in Aegis Mantra collided with Morgan's sword, sparks flying.
"Orimo Kuzan… how did you break free?" Morgan murmured.
Orimo landed lightly, his aura flaring.
"Because I'm the man who will take you down, Morgan."
"Useless," Morgan replied coldly, eyes gleaming with lethal anticipation.
ZRNN! Waves of Orimo's King's Mantra rippled outward, shattering the mental chains controlling Morgan's soldiers. But the backup army loomed — 20,000 forces ready to crush 100 rebels.
Morgan yelled "You demon child, I won't show mercy!"
Orimo shouted, coating his arms in Aegis Mantra, a confident grin spreading across his face."Bring it on!"
Lightning struck repeatedly, the ground trembling under each bolt. Morgan sliced through the air with terrifying precision.
"Wide Slash!"Swish! Orimo darted aside, barely avoiding the deadly swing, muttering under his breath:
"That was a close call…"
The battlefield erupted — 100 rebels standing against 20,000 elite soldiers, the storm above mirroring the chaos below.
Who would emerge victorious? The world itself held its breath.