The battlefield shook with the force of Kira's unleashed power. Shadows, animated by the blade once held by Sage, struck with surgical precision. Every Sovereignty boy, including Korran, Yuujin, and the rest, was forced back, their defenses collapsing under the phantom onslaught.
Korran's attacks were blocked before they even left his hands. Yuujin's Eclipse Null distorted reality around him, attempting to nullify the phantoms, but the shadows bypassed it effortlessly, flowing through the cracks of his defense. Jayze's blood tendrils snapped like whips, yet each one was severed mid-air, disintegrating into nothing as the King of Phantoms' authority over matter asserted itself.
The arena itself seemed to bend to Kira's will. Dust and debris circled in perfect choreography around him, shadows coiling like serpents that obeyed every thought. There was no panic in his expression—only the calm, unshakable presence of a being who had once ruled beyond life and death.
One by one, the Sovereignty boys fell. Korran was thrown through the air, landing in a crater carved by phantom energy. Yuujin's Eclipse Null flickered and failed, leaving him vulnerable to a strike that pinned him to the ground. Only Jayze remained, crouched at the far edge, his eyes wide but unwavering, blood tendrils coiling defensively.
"Your time is over," Kira said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself, "This isn't a fight… it's a reckoning."
Jayze's blood flickered, his aura surging as he prepared his final gambit. But before he could strike, the arena shimmered, and a new figure appeared—tall, imposing, radiating authority beyond comprehension. An enforcer sent by Seraphyn, the Absolute Arbiter herself.
Kira felt it immediately—a suffocating presence, a weight pressing against his memories. He staggered as fragments of his power flickered like dying embers. The enforcer spoke, voice soft but absolute:
"Memories unauthorized. Certain experiences must be sealed to preserve order."
The enforcer reached out, and Kira's mind trembled. Memories of past battles, of his reign as the King of Phantoms, even his knowledge of Sage's technique—all flickered under the invisible hand of authority. Only one thing remained untouched: his bond with Sage.
Before Kira could fully react, the enforcer vanished as quickly as they appeared, leaving him weakened but alive. The battlefield fell silent… save for Jayze's deliberate, quiet footsteps.
Kira's senses were dulled, his body fatigued from the drain of memory sealing. He tried to raise the sword, but his reflexes lagged, his authority diminished. And that's when Jayze struck.
The attack was precise, merciless—a culmination of everything Jayze had held back until this exact moment. The blood manipulation he had restrained, the full force of his offensive capability, all unleashed in a single, lethal strike.
Kira staggered, his phantom-infused shadows flickering and dissipating as the blow connected. Pain unlike any he had ever felt ripped through him—not just physical, but a void where memories and authority used to reside. He fell to his knees, the sword slipping from his grasp, clattering against the stone floor.
Jayze stood over him, eyes cold, expression unreadable, as the last remnants of Kira's unbound power ebbed away. The arena held its breath, the aftershocks of the fight vibrating through every corner.
And in the silence, one truth remained undeniable: the Sovereignty had finally claimed their victory, and Kira, the King of Phantoms, had fallen—not by might alone, but by the careful orchestration of power, timing, and intervention.
Yet, somewhere deep in the recess of his mind, untouched by Seraphyn's enforcer, his connection with Sage remained, a fragile ember amid the ruins of his empire.
The battlefield was quiet, the air thick with the aftermath of devastation. Only Jayze moved with measured steps, leaving Kira alive but broken, and the stage was set for a new reckoning—one where the bonds that mattered most might yet ignite a resurgence.