The roaring chants of the crowd showed no end, no slowing down. Flags waved, banners danced in the heat, and the announcer screamed with all his soul.
As Myke calmly farmed souls, he heard footsteps creeping from the jungle. He paused. Calculated. Distance. Timing. Possibility.
"AyLex," he muttered.
A greatsword tore through the leaves—he dodged cleanly. Chains whipped out from Myke’s arms, bladed and swirling like a storm.
“Perfect,” AyLex grinned—and lunged.
The crowd erupted. The moment they’d waited for.
The Battle of the Yarhs.
Myke leapt over AyLex’s sweeping blade, dodged low, and aimed his dagger straight at AyLex’s head. AyLex caught him mid-air and spun—flinging Myke into the earth, blade first.
Myke rolled back. Recovered. Spun like a whirling wheel.
AyLex blocked with a grunt—then slammed his greatsword into the ground, raising stones and soil in a seismic wave.
Myke shattered it with brute force, only for AyLex to surge through the dust and knock him back.
“You’ll never surpass me, Myke Yarh!” AyLex cackled.
“MING!” Myke shouted.
A shot rang out—AyLex glitched, leaving his clone to take the bullet. Another shot—AyLex dodged effortlessly, rolled, faked death, and sliced across his own shoulder just to sell it.
“Coincidence?” AyLex smirked.
Suddenly—Kana appeared at Myke’s side, dual blades flashing.
She aimed for his neck—but Ying’s foot landed square in her chest, kicking her away.
Ying stood by Myke. Tears still lingered in her eyes.
Myke placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Breathe, Ying... just breathe.”
“Heh,” AyLex scoffed. “You act like Mya’s still here.”
“She’s dead, by the way,” Kana added with a cruel smile.
“Who’s Mya?” Ying whispered.
“His dead fiancée. He left her behind,” Kana said.
Ying froze.
Her eyes. Her hands. Her whole body—shaking.
“That’s not true!!” Myke roared, lunging at AyLex and Kana with fury.
And then—
Hennah appeared, laughing like a storm.
Jug. Ming. Valirion had arrived.
“TEAM FIGHT!!!” Hennah screamed with a maniacal grin.
From the other side—
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Dhark. Sonnie. Grug.
Jashash was ready.
“Join in,” whispered the echo in Ying’s ear.
And she did.
She lunged forward—into the madness, into her team.
Caster 1: "IT'S A TEAM FIGHT!!!"
Caster 2: "HERE WE GO!!!"
The clash no one asked for.
The sacred war everyone prayed would return.
Valor’s sword.
Sparking blades.
Fiery chants.
Abyssal flame.
A beautiful nightmare.
Valirion and Jashash—clash in madness.
Ying immediately parried each blade that rained from Sonnie and Kana. Myke swept the area, carving space between enemies. Hennah locked in a battle of chaos and sorcery with Dhark, her screams echoing between firebursts and warcries. Ming stood calmly at the rear—deliberate, focused, disrupting Jashash's every advance with a single bullet at a time.
AyLex swung his greatsword in broad arcs, carving a radius of dread. Kana and Sonnie flanked Ying, keeping her away from Myke. Dhark, in the shadows, whispered spells—warping Hennah's mind.
"FUCK YOU!!" she screamed, still casting through the torment.
Jug brawled with Grug like twin titans, fists echoing like war drums.
This wasn’t just war.
This was execution.
"Turrhh Gralrrr Farghhhh!!" Dhark roared, body twisting—growing larger, darker, void-mass expanding.
"Fhulgha Shawlhe!" Hennah shouted, slamming her palm into the earth. The ground cracked, and fire surged like tidal waves—lava rushing straight at Dhark.
It slammed him full-force.
His flesh peeled.
Bone showed.
He screamed—a pitchless, empty howl from the void itself.
"JUGGY BOY!!"
"WHAT?!"
She grabbed him. They flew skyward.
"PUNCH HIS FUCKING FACE!!"
"YOU LOOK UGLY, MISTER DHARK!! HERE—HAVE SOME OF MY COSMETICS!!" Jug bellowed.
Hennah set his fist ablaze mid-air. Jug reeled back, the—punched Dhark’s skull with volcanic force.
Explosion.
Smoke.
Void downed.
Ming, watching silently, adjusted her scope.
Kana and Sonnie—lined up perfectly.
“One shot. Twice deadly,” she murmured.
Fired.
One bullet.
Two skulls pierced.
They dropped—clean.
Ying, still catching her breath, turned—
Grug stood before her.
"Please! Stop this madness!" he begged, lowering his hammer. "We could be together. We could start again, my love. Right?"
Ying’s eyes narrowed—burning with rage and memory.
“Don’t… you ever dare to call me... ‘love’.”
She hurled her spear.
Grug caught it, chuckled weakly—
Until he realized—
The spear turned to embers in his hand.
And Ying was already behind him.
Her real spear punched through his chest.
He choked. Blood spilled.
She leaned close, whispering into his ear:
"You shouldn’t have stood still… ‘love’."
She ripped the spear free, twirled it, flicked his blood off in one motion.
Then, without a word—
she spat in his face
as he crumpled to the ground.
As Myke and AyLex fights off, Myke's arm begins to bleed with the rusted chains he wrapped on. His blazing eyes focus on his brother's face, locked on eyes, and pushes his limits.
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LET MYA ALONE!! YOU LET MYA CRY ALONE! YOU LET YOUR OWN MAIDEN, MING AND HENNAH TO BE WITH YOU MORE THAT MYA! THAT'S WHY SHE LEFT!!" AyLex laughed out loud. "YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!"
"Stop...giving...FALSE...STATEMENT!!" Myke screamed and his chains went two into four, and glitch clone into ten, explodes and it keeps multiplying as AyLex hits one of them.
Every chains almost breaks his blade as he parries it, then he stomps his feet, giving a full gravity that make the crowds felt it too.
As Myke's glitches deletes, and his chains breaks, he land on the ground. As he tries to stand up, AyLex walks to him, he stands, giving another last blow from air and swing it down.
As Ying noticed, she immediately rush towards it to save Myke. "MYKE!!!"
And as she's there, her neck hits by AyLex's giant blade. "YING!!"
Suddenly, a burning blossom, burning from within. The spear soon blaze, and her hair flow softly. "Protect...my blossom..my cinders," the final echo of Mya.
The spear swings upright, flames tailing within, cinders flies with embers above, breaking AyLex's blade but not a whole. He stands back, looking at Ying.
Her eyes lowered, yet her spear is firmly hold, her head of modesty, her spear of focus, the flames of ignition challenge, her grip of strenght. Her beauty of her dance. "Shgulha.." she ignites twenty glitches clones in cinders, and lunges on AyLex, like a dancer that wields the blade.
AyLex parries her attack, and thought it'll be easy, but her flurry attack was unstoppable, and she gave no sign of exhaustion and struggle. She's calm as her eyes glares below.
As Myke look at Ying's Dancing Cinders, his memories runs. The day where a woman use to dance with her spear, the flames like petals falling from the tree, and the footwork that never seen awkward. "Mya..." his tears runs. He sees Ying, as his final glance of Mya dancing along with the fire....one last time.
