Raden's cardiac muscles palpitated with fervor as he approached the threshold of Ryoma's abode, ruminating on the Japanese warrior's illustrious reputation for martial prowess. Notwithstanding the trepidation he felt, Raden's unshakable resolve remained intact. As he unsealed the portal, he was greeted with the vista of a man standing on the balcony, his colossal hands clutching a goblet of exquisite wine. The gargantuan size of his metacarpals was awe-inspiring, capable of delicately supporting the container between his dactyls and pollex. The conjectures circulating about his prodigious ability to engage in pugilistic bouts now appeared entirely credible to Raden.
"So, you have arrived," inquired Morgan, his tone inquisitive. However, Raden remained silent, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword's Blade. Morgan took a final sip of his wine and regarded Raden with a smirk playing on his lips. "Do you believe that you possess the capability to vanquish me?" asked Morgan sardonically.
An ominous surge of energy emanated from Morgan, rendering Raden immobile and causing him to experience an overwhelming sense of nausea, prompting him to consider fleeing the impending battle. Despite this, Raden maintained his composure, though he was forced to double over and clutch his abdomen in agony.
"Run away with your tail between your legs, and I shall spare your life," jeered Morgan mockingly.
Determined to maintain his pride and dignity, Raden struggled back to his feet, a trickle of blood running from his mouth as he spoke with steely resolve. "I am a man of pride and honor, and I shall not falter," he declared, his voice firm and resolute.
Raden Grabs his Sword and Attacks Morgan with all his Might.
Pariera and Ryoma were fighting Bravely. Pariera, A royal was barely standing in the fight but so was Ryoma. Both of them had a long strike extending from his hips to his shoulder. Ryoma's resolve of Helping Raden was the only thing that kept him going all the way here.
Pariera was taken aback as the unknown samurai relentlessly pushed him back, seemingly unfazed by his opponent's superior reputation. As the moon cast its luminous rays upon the hall of the building, Pariera seized an opportunity to strike against Ryoma, severing both of his wrists and rendering him incapable of wielding his weapon. Enraged and humiliated, Ryoma's warrior's pride was grievously wounded as he unleashed a furious tirade against Pariera, branding him contemptible vermin and declaring his very existence a dishonor to the samurai's code.
Despite the gravity of his injuries, Pariera chuckled in amusement and launched a final, fatal thrust at Ryoma's gut, anticipating the end of the duel. However, to his utter amazement, Ryoma summoned his willpower and crawled toward his katana, which he grasped in his mouth, issuing a bold and unyielding challenge to Pariera for a rematch.
"Never underestimate the unwavering resolve of a true samurai!" bellowed Ryoma with a fiery determination that belied his grievous wounds. Despite being relentlessly driven into a corner by Pariera, Ryoma refused to surrender, fighting on with every last shred of his being. However, in the end, it was Pariera who emerged victorious, relishing in his triumph over his opponent.
But just as Pariera was about to dispatch Ryoma, an arrow imbued with flame soared through the air, striking Pariera squarely in the head and bringing about his instantaneous demise. Ryoma let out an enraged scream, his pride wounded and his humiliation profound. He turned to see an elven girl, who had no choice but to intervene, unleashing a devastating final blow against Pariera to ensure that Ryoma's honor was preserved.
The moment was charged with intense emotion as Ryoma, standing victorious over his fallen foe, contemplated the cost of victory and the sacrifices made to preserve the warrior's code. At that moment, he vowed to carry on the legacy of the samurai with greater determination and honor, a testament to the unbreakable spirit of the warrior.
On the Other Hand, Raden was fighting Morgan. He was being pushed again and again. He was bleeding profusely because he had withstood the mighty blows of Morgan. This is futile! You an imbecile! Your blows are weak and are not capable of tearing through the fabric of reality. Raden takes a sigh and smiles
Despite enduring heavy wounds and the relentless onslaught of Morgan, Raden refused to yield, standing firm against the might of his opponent. Blood flowed freely from his wounds as he braced himself for the next blow, his unwavering determination burning bright within him.
But despite Morgan's best efforts, Raden stood steadfast, enduring the blows that were meant to break him. At that moment, Raden let out a sigh, a wry smile crossing his face as he contemplated the futility of Morgan's efforts. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, his words ringing with an unshakeable confidence that sent shivers down Morgan's spine.
Raden Takes a very weird stance. He grabs the sword with only one hand. He somewhat Felt as if he had seen it somewhere in his war Days. Just as Morgan takes a step, Raden at an unimaginable speed cut his chest causing him to bleed. Without another moment, Raden tries to stab him but His blade Was caught by Morgan it was suicidal as Raden cut through his finger and kicks him in the face. Raden hadn't shown his full capabilities to that point but now he had no choice.
A single strike of his blade split the building in half. Morgan Realized that Raden was not to be taken as a Joke now. He realized the Prison incident in the Capital and the Attempted Prison Break were all Raden.
Raden crimson eyes looked terrifying at the midnight and he drags His sword with the single intention of bringing the monster in front of him to his knees
With each strike, the sound of clashing steel reverberated throughout the night, a testament to the intensity of the battle between Raden and Morgan. As the two warriors locked blades, it was clear that they were evenly matched in strength and skill.
Despite the wounds he had sustained, Raden's determination did not falter. He continued to fight with a ferocity that seemed almost inhuman, his crimson eyes glowing with an inner fire that burned brighter with each passing moment.
Morgan's past truly reflected his current self. His rumors were all true. He was strong and Was a monster when it came to physicality
A fierce incantation escaped Raden's lips as he summoned forth an otherworldly force of unimaginable power. With his arms outstretched and his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, he called upon the greatest of all thunders to spread its fangs upon the world and extinguish the breath of his foe. And then, in a flash of light and sound, a spiral was formed in the sky, piercing through the clouds and unleashing an enormous black lightning dragon upon the earth. The storm that followed was of epic proportions as if the mighty Lord Zeus himself had descended from the heavens to unleash his wrath upon the world. The very climate was changed, as the tempest raged on, unleashing its fury upon everything in its path.
Raden had used all of his remaining energy into this attack but he didn't care as he believed in his sword style. It was a complete disaster. The whole Clesu was to be destroyed if it wasn't blocked by Morgan. It was a deadly attack. It gave Morgan a permanent scar on his face and chest. He was barely standing at that point.
Morgan's exhilaration at the prospect of engaging in fierce combat with Raden was a surprise for him, considering his middle-aged status. With a gleeful shout of 'Fist of BAHAMUT!', Morgan unleashed a barrage of punches upon Raden, which he deftly blocked. The ensuing battle raged on, causing boulders and the surrounding buildings to crumble under the intensity of their exchanges.
Amidst the tumultuous clash, Ryoma and Rook were deemed unable to endure the brunt of the conflict and were evacuated from the scene by Niamhriel. The sheer magnitude of the blows traded between Morgan and Raden rendered the surroundings inhospitable for anyone who sought to come close. Raden, demonstrating incredible stamina and skill, had launched a thousand strikes with his blade, while Morgan had dealt a comparable number of punches in kind.
In the end, Raden both of them barely stood. Raden Prepares for his final Blow. He Grabs his sword double Handed and casts "Unseal the Sins of Sins Horcrux and let him spread his wings upon this great world you created. Let this mortal Ascend his wings upon this great world you created" His sword starts glowing Ominously and he coldly looks at Morgan.
"With each strike, my power grows, My fist a force that overthrows. The strength of mountains I command, My will an unbreakable iron band. My knuckles crackle with energy bright, As I unleash my fists with all my might. By the power of my spirit and my will, My fists are a force that cannot be still." He Chants with his charisma
As the clash of their attacks reverberated through the battlefield, a magnificent spectacle unfolded before the eyes of those who bore witness. The sheer force of their power caused the very air to shimmer and distort, and the ground beneath them quaked with each strike.
The hills that had once concealed the Clesu were reduced to rubble and the ocean beyond was laid bare for all to see. Even the moon itself seemed to pause in its eternal journey as if drawn in by the incredible display of skill and determination that was unfolding below.
Yet even as the chaos raged around him, Raden remained steadfast, his sword clutched tightly in his hand. He had fought with every ounce of his being, channeling his inner strength and willpower into every blow.
And in the end, his efforts had paid off, for he had emerged victorious against all odds. It was a triumph that would be remembered for ages to come, a testament to the unyielding spirit of those who dare to face the impossible and emerge stronger for it.
The feline dropped to his knees in awe as Raden's sword clashed with BloodFyre's, sending sparks flying in all directions. The sheer power and strength emanating from Raden filled the cat with indescribable joy, and he couldn't help but stare in wonder as the battle raged on.
As the dawn broke over the horizon, the once-obscured landscape was revealed in all its glory. Clesu lay before them, now fully visible without the hindrance of the hill. The cat's heart swelled with pride and admiration for Raden, who stood tall and unwavering, gazing out towards the rising sun.
Behind the cat lay, Rook, unconscious and wounded, while Ryoma stood nearby, disappointed by the underhanded tactics of their foes. Despite his injuries, Ryoma refused to back down, using wooden sticks to support his hands and prevent them from collapsing.
As the battle raged on, Morgan's body was vaporized by an unknown force, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Suddenly, without warning, Niamhriel vanished into thin air
With the battle won and the continent freed from oppression, Raden used his blades as support and made his way toward the cat. Despite his injuries, a smile remained on his face, for he knew that he had achieved something truly great - the liberation of a people.
To celebrate this momentous occasion, a grand banquet was thrown all across the city. The air was filled with laughter and joy as the people reveled in their newfound freedom. Ryoma's hands were slowly healing, while Rook had to undergo hospitalization to fully recover from his injuries. Raden, however, was up and standing within a few hours of his fall.
But amidst the celebrations, Raden couldn't help but inquire about the whereabouts of Niamhriel. The cat informed him that she had been released from her duties, for she had done enough and did not deserve to suffer anymore. However, Raden's attention quickly shifted as he learned that Niamhriel's village was now under the control of the Vikings.
Without hesitation, Raden declared that he would help Niamhriel free her village and then escape to safety.