Orimo's fists clenched, shadows flickering violently along his arms.
"Shut up," he said coldly.
"You don't know anything."
Diamante's laughter rolled across the island like thunder, shaking the trees, the soil, the dead air itself. Behind him, spirits gathered — kneeling, whispering, bowing — their hollow eyes fixed on Orimo, their silent devotion a testament to the terror Diamante commanded.
The ground cracked.
Ryuta Konan charged first, obsidian-black blade Ragyor screaming as it cut through the air.
From above, Arata Kuro leapt skyward, gripping his massive spear, the heavens trembling with his descent.
Behind them, Uruma Nithel's body expanded, transforming into a towering golden titan, radiating ancient authority.
Three legends.
Three calamities.
Shadows twisted violently.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
Dark spears erupted from the ground, piercing straight through Ryuta, Arata, and Uruma — their forms freezing mid-attack.
A slash formed in the air.
Swish!
It grazed Diamante's face, blood tracing slowly down beneath his red glasses.
Diamante chuckled, unfazed.
"You could never win against legends," he said.
"They are eternal."
{Flashback — Inside the Necklace}
Ventrax's voice echoed, calm but absolute.
"You will face beings that are pure spirits," he said.
"They cannot be killed."
A pause.
"Use your King's Mantra."
"Erase their existence."
{Back to the Present}
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Diamante's punches rained down like falling meteors, each strike shaking the island to its core.
Orimo staggered back, boots carving trenches into the soil.
"I get it now…" he murmured, eyes sharpening.
"He's not real."
Another punch descended from above—
Orimo vanished.
He reappeared behind Diamante in a breath.
"He felt off from the start."
The shadows around Orimo stilled.
His presence deepened.
"I win," Orimo whispered.