Shadows writhed violently around the island, twisting into countless spears of darkness. Diamante's grin faltered as the shadow spears pierced him from all sides. With a swirl of black ash, he vanished, leaving only the echo of his maniacal laughter lingering in the crimson-lit air.
Before Orimo could catch his breath, a thunderous blow slammed into his arm. "You will never win, Orimo Kuzan!" Diamante's voice boomed, shaking the very ground beneath him.
Orimo gritted his teeth, pain flaring through his body, as Ryuta Konan appeared from the shadows, wielding the Eternal Demon Blade — Ragyor. The steel caught the moonlight, its edge gleaming like a streak of night itself.
Thud! The sword collided with Orimo's arm, forcing him back, teeth clenched, blood dripping from his lips. "He's not even alive… yet he's stronger than me?" he muttered through gritted teeth. The island cracked beneath their immense power, black energy flaring violently across the landscape.
Diamante slammed his weight onto Orimo, pinning him to the ground. "You rats… can never defeat me. Lick my boot! Rehahaha!"
Orimo struggled, the taste of iron in his mouth, the weight of darkness pressing down. Then, from the swirling air above, a sudden slash cleaved through the tension — a blade born from the wind itself. Swish! Orimo's neck stung as blood sprayed across the shattered ground.
He landed, battered, dripping crimson. "Never… let your guard down…" he whispered, eyes narrowing with resolve.
Diamante's laughter roared, echoing through the island like the growl of a storm. "Exactly. You'll never survive this…"
The clash of dark energy, the smell of ozone from the crackling air, the glint of steel under the blood-red moon — the island itself seemed alive, witnessing the deadly ballet of two unstoppable forces.