The void quaked as the New Oath of Bonds surged through Kento's body. The power wasn't wild like the Twisted Oath, nor fragile like the Old Oath—it was alive, breathing with the rhythm of every heart that still believed in their promises. Threads of silver light wrapped around his arms, each one pulsing with voices of oaths once forgotten but never truly broken.
Across the battlefield, the Oathlord of Ruin—one of the most feared generals of the Twisted Oath—stepped forward. His presence cracked the void beneath his feet, each step tearing pages from the Cosmic Archive itself.
"So, the boy dares to craft his own vow…" the Oathlord's voice was thunder, but laced with curiosity. "Then I shall be the hammer that tests its worth!"
With a roar, he swung his colossal blade, forged from shattered promises. The strike was heavy enough to crush entire worlds.
Kento raised his hands instinctively. The silver threads surged outward, weaving into a shield. The blade collided, and the void exploded in light and sound. Furi and the Child of the First Promise were thrown back by the shockwave, but Kento held.
Not just held—he pushed back.
The silver threads lashed out like serpents, wrapping around the Oathlord's blade, then his arm, then his entire body. Each thread whispered fragments of old vows: friendships, loves, regrets, and dreams.
The Oathlord roared, straining against the chains. "These… these are nothing but illusions!"
Kento's eyes burned.
"No—they're bonds. And bonds are stronger than lies!"
He pulled, and the threads dragged the Oathlord to his knees. But the enemy's power surged again—dark flames of broken promises erupted, burning the threads one by one.
The clash became a storm: silver against black, vows against lies, hope against despair.
And as the void trembled, the Cosmic Archive itself whispered:
"A new page is being written…"
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