The sky tore open like fabric being ripped by invisible claws.
Purple mist spilled out of the crack, cold and thick, stretching across the Empire's skies. The towers reacted first. Their spell frames glowed blue in warning. Defensive barriers shimmered. Soldiers rushed onto the balconies. Civilians froze where they stood.
Rykaou sprinted across the courtyard.
Rykaou: Emperor. Something is entering our world.
Dark appeared on the central balcony, cloak shifting behind him. His presence alone steadied the air for a moment, but even his aura could not fully push back the strange pressure leaking from the crack in the sky.
Dark: It is not Sukojo. Something else.
The crack widened.
Stone steps formed inside it. A long bridge of black ribs stretching down from a different world entirely.
Creatures walked across the bone bridge.
Some had four arms.
Some had crystal spines.
Some had metallic skin that reflected faint blue light.
Some looked like living vapors trapped in glass shells.
A few resembled beasts mixed with humanoid forms.
They were not an army.
They were refugees.
At the front walked their leader. Eight feet tall. Skin black like volcanic rock. Blue glyphs burned across his body. His eyes carried no whites, only a deep cyan glow.
He stepped forward slowly. Every step shook the bridge.
Visitor Leader: Are we upon the Seventh's territory.
His gaze spread across the Empire. Soldiers tightened grips on weapons. Civilians backed away.
Then his eyes landed on Dark.
The entire group recoiled.
Visitor 1: Him. No. That is the scent. That is his face.
Visitor 2: Why is he here already. Why is he alive in this world.
They whispered frantically. One fell to his knees, trembling.
Visitor Leader raised a shaking hand toward Dark.
Visitor Leader: Emperor Dark. You look like him. You carry his shape.
Dark's expression did not change.
Dark: Explain that sentence.
Visitor Leader swallowed hard.
Visitor Leader: In our world... you existed. But not like this. Not with restraint. Not with rationality. Not with compassion or empire or future. Our Dark was ruin given form. A monster with your face.
Rykaou stepped forward, confused and tense.
Rykaou: Our Emperor is nothing like that. Watch your mouth.
Visitor Leader shook his head.
Visitor Leader: You misunderstand. We are not afraid of you. We are afraid of what wears your shadow.
Dark's eyes narrowed slightly.
Dark: What do you mean.
Visitor Leader pointed at Dark's shadow on the stone floor.
Visitor Leader: That. It trembles. It is reacting to us. Like it remembers feeding on worlds.
Dark looked down.
His shadow was shaking like something beneath it was clawing upward.
Before anyone could react, a golden flare erupted in the sky.
Heat rolled across the Empire. Soldiers and civilians shielded their faces. The visitors collapsed instantly.
Enra arrived in a pillar of pure sunlight.
Enra stepped into the air as if it was solid ground, hands folded behind his back, expression calm, bored, absolute.
Enra: Hm. I leave for a single hour and your world is overrun with frightened insects.
Rykaou glared.
Rykaou: They are refugees. Their world collapsed.
Enra: And so they run here. Of course. Everyone runs toward light when their own fire goes out.
He walked forward, each step shaping sunlight beneath him.
He looked at the visitors with polite disappointment.
Enra: Rise. You are trembling at the wrong Emperor.
The visitors remained frozen.
Visitor Leader: Pride Emperor. Forgive us. We thought the Destroyer walked among you.
Dark stepped forward slightly.
Dark: Who is the Destroyer.
Visitor Leader shook as he spoke.
Visitor Leader: He carried your face. Your hair. Your power. But twisted. Warped. He came from the deepest rift of our world. His existence shattered our sky. His aura erased gods. He walked across continents and they died under his steps. He was... Dark without a soul.
Enra exhaled softly.
Enra: So he appears here too. What an annoyance.
Cron frowned.
Cron: You all talk like this is normal.
Enra: It is not normal. It is simply expected. Every Emperor has the potential to fall. When an Emperor falls too far... he becomes a calamity. A scar in reality. A version of himself with no restraint. No emotion. No human definition.
Dark: A version of me.
Enra: Yes. You. But without hope or morality. Without bonds. Without hesitation. Pure force of will shaped by instinct and destruction.
He lifted his chin slightly.
Enra: A Dark who chose to live only to wipe existence clean.
Rykaou's jaw tightened.
Rykaou: Is he alive.
Enra smirked faintly.
Enra: Alive is not the right word.
Before anyone could speak again, the ground shook violently.
A cold wind rose from beneath Dark's feet.
Something inside his shadow pushed upward.
Hard.
The shadow expanded unnaturally, stretching across the stone like tar. The visitors screamed. Soldiers backed away.
Cron's aura snapped open.
Cron: Emperor. Something is waking underneath you.
Dantero gripped his katana.
Dantero: That is not normal shadow behavior. That is possession behavior.
Enra did not move. He only watched.
Enra: No. This is emergence. He is trying to crawl out of your history.
Dark stepped back.
The shadow bulged.
Something punched upward.
A massive black gauntlet burst out of the stone, claws scraping the ground. Then another. Then a knee plated in jagged armor. Then the full helm surfaced, shaped like a dragon skull woven from onyx and molten metal.
A towering figure dragged himself out of Dark's own shadow.
Destroyer Dark.
His armor pulsed with red veins of awakened Ryo Magic.
Dark Malevolence crawled across his plates like living smoke.
A massive naginata dragged behind him, blade etched in runes that glowed like burning coals.
He stood fully on the stone, eight feet tall, chest rising in slow breaths.
The visitors dropped to their faces.
Visitor Leader: Not again. Not him. He should not exist. This world is doomed.
Dark stepped forward.
Dark: What the hell are you.
Destroyer Dark slowly lifted one hand to his helmet. He slid it off.
Underneath, his hair was split between pure white and pitch black.
Long. Messy. Untamed.
His right eye was a glowing red slit, a long scar carved down from forehead to cheek.
A faint aura leaked from the scar like smoke.
Destroyer Dark looked at the real Dark.
Destroyer Dark: So this is what I could have been. Controlled. Small. Human.
He smiled faintly.
Destroyer Dark: Pathetic.
Rykaou swallowed hard.
Rykaou: He looks like you... but stronger.
Enra tilted his head slightly.
Enra: Not stronger. More liberated. There is a difference.
Dark's expression hardened.
Dark: Why are you here.
Destroyer Dark rested the naginata on his shoulder.
Destroyer Dark: To take back the future you wasted. To reclaim the path you abandoned. To remind this world what you could have become.
Cron stepped forward.
Cron: Emperor. His energy is wrong. It feels like your aura, but mixed with something diseased.
Destroyer Dark did not look at him.
Destroyer Dark: That is Dark Malevolence. The magic born from despair given purpose. It is the breath of a world that dies screaming.
Dantero stepped back.
Dantero: Alright. That is definitely a problem.
Destroyer Dark took one slow step forward.
The wind died.
The birds vanished.
The air thickened like oil.
Destroyer Dark: You are not worthy of the throne you hold. You rule a single world. I erased twenty. You cling to humanity. I devoured mine. You seek balance. I seek truth.
He lifted the naginata, eyes glowing.
Destroyer Dark: I am the Dark who survived every disaster. The Dark who never fell in love. The Dark who never hesitated. The Dark who embraced ruin. I am everything you fear you could become.
Dark stared at him, steady and cold.
Dark: And what do you want from me.
Destroyer Dark smiled wider.
Destroyer Dark: Everything you have.
The Empire fell silent.
No breath.
No movement.
No sound.
Even the wind refused to pass between the two of them.
Destroyer Dark lowered his naginata from his shoulder, letting the blade drag across the stone floor. Sparks jumped from the ground as the edge carved thin glowing lines into the bridge. Each spark bent toward him as if gravity itself belonged to him.
Enra's expression shifted for the first time.
Not fear.
Not concern.
Recognition.
Enra: Hm. This version... he is closer to extinction than creation.
Cron whispered under his breath, voice trembling.
Cron: No. This aura... it is not like Sukojo, not like the Devourer... it is something worse. It is... emptiness that learned how to walk.
Destroyer Dark did not look at anyone except Dark.
Destroyer Dark: You built an Empire. You built peace. You built bonds. You built a name.
He lifted his chin slightly, eyes narrowing.
Destroyer Dark: I built nothing. I kept nothing. I wanted nothing.
His voice lowered into a raw, empty growl.
Destroyer Dark: And a creature with nothing loses nothing.
He stepped closer.
The ground cracked beneath his boots, a spiderweb fracture shooting across the courtyard in perfect silence.
Dark raised his aura slightly, the shadows tightening behind him.
Dark: You talk like you deserve something.
Destroyer Dark: Deserve? No. I do not deal in words like that. I deal in inevitabilities.
He tapped his chest once, lightly.
Destroyer Dark: You and I share the same design. The same bones. The same potential. But your path was softened by people. By warmth. By purpose.
His scar pulsed faintly.
Destroyer Dark: Mine was sharpened by screams. By blood. By the knowledge that everything you protect... can be destroyed by the next breath you take.
He pointed at Dark's Empire.
Destroyer Dark: You built a home.
He tilted his head, smile twisting slightly.
Destroyer Dark: I prefer ruins.
Dantero swallowed, gripping the handle of his blade tighter.
Dantero: This guy... he isn't fighting for power. He's not fighting for survival. He's not fighting for territory. He's just—
Enra finished for him.
Enra: He is fighting because existence annoys him.
Destroyer Dark's eyes flicked to Enra for half a second.
Destroyer Dark: Pride Emperor. Still glowing. Still loud.
Enra smiled faintly.
Enra: Scourge without allegiance. That is what you are.
Destroyer Dark's smile widened.
Destroyer Dark: I do not destroy for gods. Or for thrones. Or for concept. I destroy because creation deserves to fear something.
He turned back to Dark.
Destroyer Dark: And you... Emperor... are the only version of me that still clings to hope.
Dark: And you came to erase me?
Destroyer Dark: No.
He raised the naginata.
Destroyer Dark: I came to erase everything that made you weak.
His aura exploded outward.
Not bright.
Not chaotic.
Just overwhelming.
Dark Malevolence surged out like a plague. Buildings withered. Metal rusted. The sky dimmed. The visitors collapsed into trembling heaps.
Rykaou couldn't breathe.
Rykaou: He is... pressure... like Astaroth... but colder... emptier...
Destroyer Dark spoke softly, like explaining to a child.
Destroyer Dark: Your greatest flaw, Emperor... is that you stopped evolving. You started protecting. You grew comfortable. You grew warm.
He stepped close enough that their foreheads could nearly touch.
Destroyer Dark: I am here to cut the warmth out of you.
Dark shoved him back with a burst of shadow, but the Destroyer slid only two feet, boots screeching against the stone as he halted effortlessly.
Dark: If you think I'm going to let you walk into my world and—
Destroyer Dark cut him off.
Destroyer Dark: I do not walk into worlds.
He spun the naginata once, the air cracking around the blade.
Destroyer Dark: I tear them open.
And then I carve my name into the empty space.
Enra gave a low, impressed exhale.
Enra: Hm. A monster that even the sun would struggle to scorch.
Destroyer Dark's eyes flickered back toward him.
Destroyer Dark: Silence, candle flame. I did not speak to you.
Enra's smile vanished for one instant.
Dantero's eyes widened.
Dantero: He just talked to Enra like a random civilian.
Destroyer Dark didn't care.
He looked at Dark again.
Destroyer Dark: You are the only version of me still pretending to be human.
He leaned forward.
Destroyer Dark: And nothing disgusts me more than wasted potential.
Dark didn't move.
Dark: You want my throne.
Destroyer Dark: No.
Dark: You want my power.
Destroyer Dark: No.
Dark: Then what is it.
Destroyer Dark's grin stretched, slow and feral.
Destroyer Dark: I want to kill the part of you that still feels.
A chill crawled across the entire Empire.
Dark's aura sharpened.
Dark: Then come and try.
Destroyer Dark inhaled deeply, as if savoring the moment.
Destroyer Dark: Gladly.
He lowered his stance.
Naginata behind him.
Shoulders tilted.
Scar glowing.
Eyes burning.
The same stance Dark used in his most vicious battles.
But corrupted.
Perfected for destruction.
The ground exploded beneath Destroyer Dark's feet the moment he moved.
He shot forward like a cannon shell breaking reality.
Dark barely crossed his arms in time.
Impact.
A shockwave ripped through the entire courtyard.
Stone shattered.
Windows imploded.
The visitors were blown back like insects caught in a storm.
Dark skidded across the floor, boots carving black lines through the stone.
He caught himself at the edge of a cracked pillar.
Dark's aura flared.
Dark: Tch.
Destroyer Dark didn't give him a second.
He appeared behind him instantly, naginata swinging in a clean arc meant to decapitate.
Dark ducked.
The blade sliced the entire pillar in half.
Dark countered with a punch, shadows erupting around his fist.
Destroyer Dark caught the punch by the wrist.
Caught it.
Effortlessly.
Destroyer Dark: Weak.
He tightened his grip.
Dark's bones cracked.
Dark gritted his teeth, pivoted, and slammed his knee into the Destroyer's ribs.
Destroyer Dark didn't move.
He didn't even react.
Destroyer Dark: Try again.
He headbutted Dark so hard the sky flickered.
Dark flew back, smashing through three walls before rolling to a stop. Dust exploded everywhere.
Rykaou couldn't breathe.
Rykaou: W-what is this... he's toying with him...
Dantero looked sick.
Dantero: This ain't a fight. This is... slaughter.
Dark rose from the rubble, wiping blood from his mouth. His eyes sharpened.
Dark: You want destructive force. Fine.
Shadow tendrils erupted behind him, twisting like spears.
Dark shot forward.
His fist collided with Destroyer Dark's palm.
Boom.
The force cracked the courtyard, sending tremors through the entire Empire.
Destroyer Dark's fingers closed around Dark's fist again.
Destroyer Dark: Still soft.
Dark surged shadows up his arm and blasted him point-blank.
Destroyer Dark didn't dodge.
He let the blast hit.
When the smoke cleared, his armor was glowing hotter.
He looked energized.
Destroyer Dark: Pain feels nostalgic.
He blurred forward.
Dark's eyes widened.
Destroyer Dark appeared behind him, grabbed the back of Dark's skull, and slammed his head into the ground.
Then again.
Then again.
Then again.
Each slam cratered the stone further until the entire courtyard became a spiderweb of destruction.
Rykaou yelled.
Rykaou: STOP!
Destroyer Dark didn't even look at him.
He lifted Dark by the neck, dangling him like he weighed nothing.
Destroyer Dark: Why do you hold back. Even now. Why do you refuse to be what we were born to be.
Dark choked, shadows swirling desperately.
Dark: Because I'm not you.
Destroyer Dark's grip tightened.
Destroyer Dark: Unfortunately.
He threw Dark straight into the castle wall.
The marble shattered like paper.
Dark fell through the dust, landing on one knee.
Dark gasped, vision blurring.
Destroyer Dark walked toward him slowly.
Predator pace.
No rush.
No hesitation.
Destroyer Dark: You built a throne. I burned mine.
You made allies. I made graves.
You wanted to rule. I wanted everything broken enough to be interesting.
He raised the naginata.
Destroyer Dark: And I will not leave this world until I rip out the part of you that still calls itself human.
He vanished.
Dark barely saw the blade coming.
He ducked.
The naginata sliced a mountain in the distance clean in half.
Rykaou stared in horror.
Rykaou: That... that didn't even touch the mountain. The air pressure alone...
Destroyer Dark appeared behind Dark with a punch cocked back.
Dark reacted on instinct, spinning with a shadow kick.
Their strikes collided.
Another shockwave.
But Destroyer Dark overpowered him easily, sending Dark rolling across the courtyard again.
Destroyer Dark walked forward as the battlefield trembled under each step.
Destroyer Dark: Fight harder.
Dark coughed blood.
Destroyer Dark: Fight like you still want to live.
Dark rose, shadows gathering.
Destroyer Dark: Or I will start killing everything you built until you finally snap.
Dark's eyes widened.
Dark: Don't touch my Empire.
Destroyer Dark smiled.
Destroyer Dark: Then stop me.
They clashed again.
Dark threw everything he had.
Rapid strikes.
Short-range teleportation.
Raw physical dominance.
Every hit was parried.
Every slash reflected.
Every burst smothered.
Destroyer Dark adapted instantly, countering each technique like he had already mastered it centuries ago.
Destroyer Dark: Predictable.
He kicked Dark in the chest.
Dark's ribs caved in.
Dark flew backward, bouncing off the stone like a broken doll.
Cron screamed.
Cron: ENOUGH.
Cron tried to intervene, but Enra silently extended one hand in front of him without looking.
Enra: Do not interrupt. This is Emperor business.
Cron froze.
Destroyer Dark stood above Dark's broken body.
He placed one boot on Dark's chest.
Hard.
Dark gasped, the weight crushing his lungs.
Destroyer Dark leaned forward.
Destroyer Dark: And now we reach the moment you fear most.
Dark struggled to rise, but the Destroyer pressed harder.
Stone cracked beneath them.
Destroyer Dark: The moment someone stronger than you reminds you that your throne... was borrowed.
He pressed down harder.
Dark choked.
Destroyer Dark's voice lowered.
Destroyer Dark: You are not a True Emperor. You are a survivor pretending to be royalty.
That's when Enra moved.
Not fast.
Not rushed.
Just decisive.
Enra appeared behind Destroyer Dark, one leg raised casually.
Then he brought it down.
Enra crushed Destroyer Dark into the ground with his bare heel.
The earth split open beneath the force.
Destroyer Dark's body was driven so deep into the stone that the shockwave flattened everything in a hundred meter radius.
Silence followed.
Enra stood over the crater, sunlight rolling off him like heat from a dying star.
Enra: That is enough.
Dark coughed breath back into his lungs, gasping.
Dark pushed himself up, shadows trembling around him as his bones repaired with slow crackling sounds. His vision steadied. He spat blood onto the scorched stone and looked toward the crater where Destroyer Dark struggled under Enra's foot.
Dark: (thinking) One step. That is all he needed. That is the difference between us.
Enra stood tall, hand raised toward the sun.
Enra: I call upon you, sacred treasure. Obey me.
The sun stirred.
Light bent.
Heat focused.
Solar fire condensed into a single burning point.
A massive weapon tore itself free from the sun and descended through the sky. The air warped around it. Space screamed. Every soldier collapsed from pressure alone.
The weapon landed in Enra's hand as gently as a falling feather.
It was enormous. A golden halberd forged from pure solar essence, its weight density larger than nine worlds combined. Not a single living being could lift it unless the sun itself recognized their worth.
Enra wrapped his second hand around the upper handle.
Enra: Sacred Treasure Enra. A weapon gifted to me by the Sun. Named after me because no other being is worthy.
Light drenched the courtyard.
The ground cracked.
And then footsteps approached.
Slow. Cold. Familiar.
Ancient Sukojo appeared without any sign or ripple, walking toward the group with the same broken crown, the same tattered robes, and the same dead stare that never belonged to anything sane.
Sukojo: Oh. What do we have here.
Enra did not look impressed.
Enra: Sukojo. Return to the verse you came from. That is an order.
Sukojo scratched his jaw lazily.
Sukojo: Hmmm. No.
A line of dark energy cut the air toward Enra, but before it could reach him, the entire attack reduced to ash. Not burned. Not erased. It simply accepted that it could not exist near him.
Enra: Are you attempting to challenge me.
Sukojo: I am not suicidal. I am only watching.
Enra: Then you will stand to the side.
Sukojo tilted his head.
Sukojo: You think you can order me.
Heat rolled from Enra's body.
Sukojo ignited instantly. Skin, bone, and darkness all caught fire. He regenerated continuously, steaming violently as the flames burned him apart and rebuilt him each second.
Sukojo: Alright. Alright. I will stand right here.
He stepped aside.
Dark breathed out, preparing to speak, when someone appeared beside him quietly.
A hand rested on his shoulder.
Sereon Vaize stood at his side as if he had always been there.
He was calm. Perfect posture. Glasses reflecting the sunlight. His presence felt light at first, almost unimportant, but there was a tension in the air that reacted to him, the same tension one feels standing beside someone capable of rewriting their fate without lifting a finger.
Sereon: Emperor. Are you unharmed.
Dark turned sharply.
Dark: What. How did you get here.
Sereon adjusted his glasses with one finger.
Sereon: The world may be large. But I am never lost.
Enra turned to look at Sereon, and for the first time since arriving in the Empire, the Pride Emperor's expression changed. Slightly. Briefly. But enough to show recognition.
Enra: (thinking) This presence. It is subtle. Yet the air responds to it. A manipulator. One who moves unseen. Dangerous.
Sereon smiled at him. Calm. Perfectly polite. Yet something about that smile felt like it played three moves ahead.
Sereon: Greetings. Third True Emperor. Enra.
Enra studied him carefully.
Enra: (thinking) He is mentioned in the forbidden archives. The one who manipulated an entire world. The one who moved kings, armies, and fate as if rearranging books on a shelf. Why is he standing beside the Seventh.
Enra kept his voice controlled.
Enra: Greetings, stranger.
Sereon: My name is Sereon Vaize.
Enra: (thinking) Then it is confirmed. That is the one known as The One Who Manipulated The World.
Enra allowed himself a soft laugh.
Enra: The pleasure is mine, Sereon.
Sereon offered a small bow, hands folded neatly behind his back.
There was a quiet elegance in him. An assurance. The type of presence that never needed power because it had influence. The type that could bend destinies without ever stepping into the battlefield.
Before Enra could question him further, reality cracked.
A tiny fracture appeared, trembling.
Something pounded from the other side.
First punch.
Second punch.
Third punch.
Reality shattered, exploding outward like broken glass pulled by gravity.
A white silhouette jumped through the hole.
Pure white body. Black outline. Blank circle eyes. Straight-line mouth. Aura blooming out like a glitch in creation.
Copi landed with a clumsy hop.
Copi: Huh.
He looked around, confused.
Copi: Did I punch the wrong world again.
Then his gaze found Sukojo.
Copi: Sukojo.
He squinted.
Copi: What the. Why do you feel like Sukojo but also not. Did you get uglier.
Sukojo grinned.
Sukojo: Long time. Do you remember the day I stomped your head in. I am that Sukojo. The one left behind because everyone feared what I had become.
Copi yawned.
Copi: You are still talking. Very on brand.
Sukojo blinked, offended.
Copi turned toward Enra and shielded his eyes.
Copi: Too bright. Holy hell.
Enra: Exactly. Holy.
Copi turned to Dark. And screamed.
Copi: You are still alive. Ha. No way. You actually lived through all that. Bro you are stubborn.
He started laughing.
Then he stopped abruptly.
His head tilted.
He saw Sereon.
The laughter faded into a dead stare.
Copi: What is wrong with you. Why is a human with barely any magic standing here.
Sereon smiled politely.
Sereon: Barely. That is correct.
Copi: Then leave. You are a nobody.
Sereon adjusted his glasses. The lens shimmered.
Sereon: Everything is unfolding exactly as planned.
Copi frowned.
Sukojo's eyes flashed red.
Without warning Sukojo blurred forward and grabbed Copi's face. His fingers sank deep into Copi's skull.
Then the barrage began.
Sukojo's fist smashed into Copi's jaw.
The next punch caved half his face inward.
The third punch ripped off the top of his head.
The fourth punch disintegrated his cheek.
The fifth through tenth reduced Copi's head into something unrecognizable. A mangled cave of broken light and flickering emptiness.
Copi spoke with no mouth.
Copi: I really hate manipulators.
He threw his head forward and cracked Sukojo's nose with a headbutt that sent Sukojo flying.
Copi stood up.
His head reappeared instantly, flawless.
He snapped his fingers.
Sereon was yanked backward by invisible force. He floated toward Copi's hand, which grabbed him by the throat.
Copi: Why you.
Sereon simply smiled.
Sereon: Iriyuka Sygutsu.
His body began to crack like porcelain.
Sereon: Shatter.
He exploded into thousands of reflective shards that dissolved into mist.
Far away, in a silent library within another world, Sereon sat at a table reading. A cup of tea beside him. Glasses reflecting lamplight.
On the open book was the exact moment Copi grabbed his throat.
Sereon: How amusing.
The scene snapped back to the courtyard.
Copi's hands were still frozen in mid-air around nothing.
Copi: What.
He lowered his arms and closed his eyes.
Copi: Copy.
Sereon's illusion magic gathered around him, flowing into his body like liquid light.
Copi: Adjust. Maximum.
The magic fused instantly.
Copi opened his eyes.
Copi: Alright. Who is next.
Enra stepped forward slightly.
Enra: This has wasted enough of my time. Dark shall live. That is the Sun's decree.
Copi: You can get out of here ma—
Copi's head disappeared. Entirely.
Enra: I do not take orders from weaklings. I am Enra. One of the Seven True Emperors.
Copi's head reappeared.
Copi: (thinking) I cannot even react to his power. Insane.
Enra turned toward Dark.
Enra: Live well, Emperor. Walk the correct path.
Enra vanished.
Destroyer Dark rose slowly from the crater.
His eyes burned red. His scar glowed like a furnace. His armor creaked as he straightened.
He stared at Dark.
Destroyer Dark: Lucky. Next time I will not be interrupted.
Dark: I hope you recover from whatever sickness that is.
Destroyer Dark smiled faintly.
Destroyer Dark: Hope. The sweetest sin of men.
He disappeared into shadow.
Dark exhaled heavily.
He turned toward the rubble where Sukojo had landed.
Sukojo stood up and wiped blood from his nose.
Sukojo: What are you staring at.
Dark: You alive.
Sukojo: Do I look dead.
Dantero stretched.
Dantero: Yeah. I am leaving.
Sukojo appeared in front of him instantly.
Sukojo: No you are not.
Sukojo smirked.
Copi called out.
Copi: Yo Sukojo.
Sukojo: What.
Copi: Enra said leave it. We both know we die if we disobey him. I got stronger but I am not touching him.
Sukojo stared for a moment.
Copi: Yet. One day. I will catch him.
Sukojo laughed softly.
Sukojo: Interesting.
To Be Continued.
End Of Arc 1 and Chapter 12.