Morgan tore through the battlefield, moving faster than lightning itself, slicing the air with lethal precision.
"You've grown stronger," he said, voice calm yet menacing.
Orimo gritted his teeth, eyes blazing. "Why are you doing this to the people, to this country… to everyone? Why don't you just set them free already?"
Morgan's grin widened, shadows flickering across his face.
"Life isn't a series of simple questions and answers," he replied, vanishing like a thunderclap. Lightning slammed around Orimo, shaking the ground beneath him.
In an instant, Morgan appeared before him, sword slicing through the air. Orimo ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike.
"I will kill you!" Orimo roared, throwing a punch that snapped Morgan's head backward. But before he could react, Morgan blurred behind him.
"Demon Fall," Morgan's voice echoed — his blade cut through Orimo's chest as if paper, reopening the scar from their previous encounter.
Orimo collapsed to his knees, coughing blood. "This scar… it hurts like hell."
Morgan advanced, eyes cold. "I will end it now."
Suddenly, black flames erupted around Orimo, crackling violently. Equa Rome stepped forward, adjusting his hat, eyes filled with determination.
"I'm here for my revenge. How dare you enslave me?"
Morgan's grin twisted. "Another small brat… He can drain my lifespan. Dangerous, indeed."
Equa pressed his palms to the ground. The black flames surged beneath Morgan's feet, roaring like a storm. The heat and shadows danced wildly, threatening to consume everything in their path.
Morgan's eyes widened, but his movements were like thunder itself, dodging and weaving with supernatural speed.
"I will kill you too, then," he said, steel in his voice, ready for the next clash.
The battlefield was alive with lightning, flames, and tension — a storm of wills and powers colliding, heralding a war that would shake Emka to its core.