Morlock × Oungan
Sparks burst from the golden sword as Oungan strikes with slashing blows, each swing carrying power enough to split a mountain. Morlock blocks with his black staff, sparks flying, the ground cracking beneath their feet.
Behind them, Poseidon kneels on one knee, his hand pressed against his old wound, panting heavily.
Garok grins with bloodthirsty delight. His eyes fix on Oungan, seeing his defense wide open. Like a starving wolf, he lunges forward, seizing Oungan's shoulders to pin him in place.
Garok (in a demonic voice):
"Now, old man!!!!!!"
Morlock raises his staff, a beam of black magic bursting forth, piercing through the chests of both Oungan and Garok.
Oungan screams, blood exploding from his chest as he staggers back in shock, his eyes widening.
But Garok only laughs hysterically, licking the blood from his wound. His body regenerates before everyone's eyes, flesh knitting together, the injury vanishing as if it had never been.
Meanwhile, Oungan collapses to the ground, his breathing slowing, his eyes dimming, before he loses consciousness…
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Oungan's Memories (Childhood)
Darkness swallows the battlefield, then shifts into an old scene…
A small boy grips a wooden sword, sweating as he swings clumsily. Before him stands the shadow of an old man, his features unclear, parrying the strikes with ease and correcting them with harsh movements.
Grandfather's voice (echoing, distorted):
"Strength without discipline… is a burden to its wielder. Learn how to fight… or you will be the first to fall."
The boy rises again despite exhaustion, swinging the wooden sword with determination.
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Memories of Adolescence – Knight Academy
Now Oungan is a teenager, standing in a training yard at the Knight Academy. Around him are other young men, each holding their weapon.
Among the competitors: Poseidon, Hades, and Semifel. The competition burns, sweat and sparks flying, their eyes blazing with passion.
The instructor shouts:
"You are the generation that will decide the future of the kingdoms… Fight as knights, or walk away as weaklings!!!"
Oungan smirks, blocking Hades' strike before countering Poseidon with a quick maneuver, while Semifel stands tall, watching with sharp eyes.
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Before the War
Oungan stands on the edge of a rocky cliff, wind whipping through his hair. Before him is Poseidon. The tension between them is palpable.
Oungan (calm but sharp):
"Poseidon… join me. This war is pointless, I won't be a tool in the hands of kings."
Poseidon folds his arms, his tone firm:
"And what do you propose? That we betray our oath and rebel?"
Oungan (with suppressed fury):
"It's not betrayal… it's justice! The kings are nothing but vile old nobles who delight in starting wars. And the soldiers? Just simple villagers… who die without anyone remembering their names!"
He steps closer, his eyes burning with defiance:
"Let's overthrow them—you and I. We'll form an alliance with Semifel. Even Hades has agreed."
Poseidon (sternly):
"No, Oungan. We are knights, not traitors."
Oungan explodes, screaming in rage:
"Then… when the war begins, know this—I will be your enemy!!!"
Poseidon (coldly):
"If that's your path… I won't hesitate."
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Back to the Present
Oungan lies on the ground, his body soaked in blood, his consciousness drowning in a whirlpool of memories.
Poseidon stares at him, shocked, shouting hoarsely:
"Damn it!!!"
Athena, blocking Ambaros's massive spear with her weapon, cries out:
"We are in trouble!!!"
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Battle of Ashura × The Four Birds
Ganesha swings his massive mace, bringing it down on Ashura's head like a black meteor.
Ashura blocks with his six arms, sparks flying, the ground trembling from the impact.
His three faces speak in one furious voice:
Ashura: "What a dangerous foe you are… you damn elephant!!!"
Before he can catch his breath, Elythia lunges, her spear piercing into his shoulder with immense force.
At the same time, Falkoris and Dragmor unleash a combined strike, a destructive wave crashing toward him.
Ashura leaps back in time, evading, blood dripping from his wounded shoulder.
Ashura (panting, retreating):
"This will be… far too difficult… it almost feels… like my end!!!"
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Battlefield – Athena & Poseidon versus Morlock, Garok, and Ambaros
Chaos reigns across the field.
Oungan lies motionless on the ground, his body drenched in blood.
Poseidon staggers, breathing heavily, his spear heavy in his hand.
Athena clashes against Ambaros's giant spear, sparks lighting the air.
Athena (angrily shouting at Poseidon):
"You'll only get in my way like this… your body is in ruins!!!"
Morlock (coldly, raising his black staff):
"The second is about to fall…"
Ambaros (laughing, slamming his colossal spear):
"No, no, no… two more are about to fall!!!"
Garok (cackling madly):
"Hahahahaha!!!"
At that moment, something strange happens…
Oungan's body on the ground begins to twitch.
His fingers move… then his arm.
Slowly… he rises to his feet, blood pouring from his chest and mouth, but wearing a crooked, deranged smile.
His eyes gleam with dark madness, his grin widening further.
Oungan (hoarse but savage):
"I'm… not finished yet…"
He wipes the blood from his chin with his hand… then lets out a deep, chilling laugh, as if echoing from the abyss.
Then… he drives his sword into the ground with all his strength.
Oungan (calmly):
"Mana Zone!!!"