Back in the cemetery,
Prince stood with two attacks from either one of Kuroyami's clones, a tempest in front of him and a male stirred behind him.
"Prince," Duke said, "it's time to use our final form."
"No," Prince answered, "it's too soon."
"Then what should we do?" Duke called out.
Duke, on the other side of the battlefield, clashing blades with his most beloved, briefly looked over to Prince.
"Shoot a beam of light into the maelstrom!" Prince cried.
"That will only pierce the maelstrom, what about the tornado?" Duke gasped.
"No matter," Prince said, gritting his teeth, "just do as I say!"
Thrusting his blade into the air, Duke sent out a shockwave of light, piercing into the heart of the male storm.
"Shadow replicate," Kuroyami said, his voice filled with disbelief. "Impossible! Light has no shadow. It should be impossible for him to replicate that beam of light."
