The rebels surged forward, clashing into Morgan Tarek's monstrous army. Steel rang against steel, sparks flying as swords collided, the echoes louder than thunder itself.
Eyes burning with resolve, the rebels screamed, cutting through the first wave of Morgan's forces.
"This time… we will achieve freedom!" they shouted.
Orimo lashed out with dual punches, his arms coated in black Aegis Mantra — swish! swish! — yet Morgan moved like a lightning strike, evading with lethal precision.
"You will lose today, Morgan!" Orimo bellowed.
Morgan steadied his breath, exhaling sharply.
"Dragon Pierce!" he roared, sending a sharp, piercing strike slicing through the air. Orimo barely dodged at the last second.
"You darn it!" Orimo yelled, spinning into a powerful roundhouse kick. Swish! His strike cut through the wind, but Morgan sidestepped in a heartbeat, sword poised to counter.
Orimo's eyes widened. "I'm done for real…" he thought, closing his eyes to brace himself.
Boom! Sparks exploded as swords clashed violently.
"What are you doing here, Yura?" Orimo gasped.
"Don't let your guard down," Yura replied, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Morgan stepped back, muttering under his breath. "You rats…"
Orimo leapt into the sky, punching downward with a force that cracked the ground. BOOM! Morgan moved again, swinging his sword in a blur. Swish! Orimo landed behind him and unleashed another punch, only for Morgan to vanish out of range at the last moment.
Orimo muttered to himself, teeth gritted: "What's his problem…?"
The battlefield roared around them, sparks and chaos blending with the thunder above, as the clash of wills between Orimo and Morgan Tarek escalated to a storm of fury.