Orimo knelt, barely conscious, blood seeping from his chest. His vision blurred, every breath a struggle. Suddenly, a woman appeared before him, ethereal, almost unreal. She touched his shoulder and whispered,
"I will give you power."
Before he could respond, she vanished. Orimo's eyes flared red, horns sprouting from his head. Black wings tore free from his back, claws elongating and sharpening. His body radiated raw, untamed energy.
Morgan Tarek stepped back, releasing a surge from his cursed necklace — BOOM! The blast rippled across the battlefield.
Equa Rome froze, horror etched across his face. For a moment, he bowed his head, whispering,
"What's your order, my master?"
Morgan's voice cut through the chaos:
"Kill Orimo Kuzan."
Orimo's King's Mantra erupted uncontrollably, carving scars into the very ground beneath him.
Rome snapped out of his trance. With renewed clarity, he unleashed his own power, breaking the cursed control over 3,000 of Morgan's soldiers. The battlefield shifted — now 3,100 rebels faced 16,810 of Morgan's forces.
Orimo surged forward like lightning incarnate, claws tearing through the air. Morgan sidestepped, sending another wave from his cursed necklace to seize Orimo's will. Orimo bowed his head, teetering on the edge of submission.
"What are you doing, Morgan?!" Rome yelled, his voice echoing over the chaos.
ZZNGH! A surge of King's Mantra radiated from the sea, spiraling through the battlefield and shattering Morgan's control over Orimo.
The tide of war teetered once again, and Orimo rose, eyes burning, ready to reclaim the fight.