The battlefield erupted in chaos. Fists slammed into flesh, swords clashed with thunderous clangs, and the storm above mirrored the fury below — lightning tearing across the sky as the Ashveil Pirates descended onto the Navy Headquarters.
High above, seven Seraph Admirals hovered, their white cloaks billowing, masks expressionless, eyes unreadable. Uruma's hands trembled slightly, worry etching his face.
"Carry out the execution," he commanded, voice sharp.
The executioners raised their blades — Zzngh! In an instant, they collapsed, knocked unconscious. Uruma's eyes widened in disbelief.
From the battlefield, Dravon Solmere's gaze was ice-cold. "It was his King's Mantra," he muttered under his breath.
Seraph Admiral Seraphel Dawn descended, boots striking the ground with a resounding thud, wings of radiant light unfolding from his back. His voice rang out sharply:
"Ashveil is interrupting."
With that, he swung his hand, releasing a slash made of pure light, cutting through everything in its path. Kenny's eyes narrowed, anticipating the attack. He reacted immediately, the blade colliding with his own dark power. Sparks and energy rippled across the battlefield as the two forces collided in a blinding explosion.
Simultaneously, Silka from the Ashveil Pirates cut mercilessly through the Navy's ranks, striking fear into every soldier that crossed her path.
Kenny's palm glowed, a Square Black Hole forming — a void of darkness tearing at reality itself. Seraphel Dawn swiped at it with his wings of radiant light, but the dark slash disintegrated before it could connect.
Ascending higher into the stormy sky, Seraphel Dawn unleashed Wrath of Ascension, arrows of searing light raining down. Kenny vanished and reappeared behind him, landing on the blood-soaked ground, bleeding from a shoulder wound.
"This is the end," Kenny murmured, eyes narrowed. Seraphel Dawn hovered above, wings radiating divine brilliance.
"You will die, Ashveil," he warned, the light around him slicing the battlefield like judgment incarnate.