The knife flew toward King Alfred—
but Jhonathan caught it mid-air.
Without hesitation, he spun it and blocked Goja's incoming strike.
Steel clashed against steel.
"I won't give up," Jhonathan said firmly.
"…For the sake of Levincia."
Goja's expression didn't change.
She broke the knife in her hand like it was nothing.
Then—
she drove twin laser daggers straight into his side.
Again.
And again.
And again.
She didn't stop.
Not even when the ground cracked beneath them.
Not even when the air itself trembled from their force.
Jhonathan exhaled slowly.
Then—
his aura shifted.
Phase 2: Mastery.
Golden light faded.
A calm, light-blue aura replaced it—steady, controlled, absolute.
"…I see."
Goja muttered.
Jhonathan moved.
One clean punch—
and Goja was forced to release him, thrown back across the plaza.
The entire stage shook.
Goja wiped her mouth, smiling.
"…Arise."
The ground split open.
A shadow formed.
Ornstien.
But wrong.
Distorted.
Empty.
A shadow version stood before them.
"I managed to kill one of the Swords," Goja said calmly.
"…Now if I kill you… you'll become mine too."
The shadow Ornstien raised his hand.
The sky tore open.
Meteor after meteor began falling toward Elenor.
Impact alarms screamed across the city.
Then—
the dead began to rise.
Not fully alive.
Not fully gone.
Something in between.
Goja's domain twisted reality into despair.
But Jhonathan didn't step back.
Not even once.
"…Nothing is hopeless," he said quietly.
He removed his torn armor.
Standing fully exposed beneath the falling sky.
Then he ran.
Straight into the chaos.
Every step forward shattered incoming destruction.
Every breath sharpened his resolve.
The battlefield turned into apocalypse—
and Jhonathan became the only constant moving through it.