As Miguel realized that his prey had been stolen, he once again experienced the painful sensation of betrayal.
"Not again, not again, not again!"
Miguel was in a state of uncontrollability, consumed by the intensity of hatred towards those who had betrayed him. His sword, an extension of his wrath, vibrated in his hands as drops of blood splattered the ground, bearing witness to the fury he channeled through it.
"I won't forgive. I won't forgive you!"
"No one cares about your feelings."
"No one cares! No one cares!"
For a brief moment, Miguel managed to keep his composure, but suddenly tears began to well up in his eyes. A deep frustration overtook him, a sense of inadequacy in the face of the betrayal he had suffered.
As he released all the pent-up energy within his body, his tears fell like drops of anguish and despair. Miguel cried with an overwhelming intensity, as if he were emptying his soul of all emotions, as if he were facing an emotional storm, as if there were no tomorrow.
"Disgusting! Let's end this. Nena."
"Yes, Nina."
Nina assumed an attacking stance, crossing her arms determinedly with her hands open near her face. In an impressive movement, she channeled her energy, and from her hands burst forth blue flames, creating a hypnotizing spectacle of light and heat.
Meanwhile, Nena took a starting position, her body enveloped in an aura of intense heat. It was as if every cell in her being was alight, and a mist of embers and smoke rose from her body, as if she were immersed in a fiery combustion.
The atmosphere around Nena became a visual testament to her fervent determination, as if she were a walking furnace.
Nena didn't hesitate, moving with remarkable agility and speed toward Miguel, who was still overtaken by tears. Her crescent kick came like a lightning bolt of fire, catching Miguel off guard and knocking him headfirst to the ground with a dull thud. The force of the blow and the swiftness of the action left Miguel momentarily stunned.
Taking advantage of the gained upper hand, Nena channeled her determination into a powerful punch aimed at Miguel's abdomen, sending him backward like a puppet out of control. The impact was so intense that the air seemed to vibrate with the strength of the collision.
However, Nena didn't let Miguel touch the ground. In a continuous motion, she rushed toward him once again, her astonishing agility allowing her to execute a two-legged flying kick with lethal precision. Miguel was propelled backward even farther this time, as if he had been struck by a supernatural force.
The scene was imbued with tension, the energy of the clash filling the air as Nena showcased her skill and determination without hesitation, maintaining pressure on Miguel and employing a series of impressive moves.
"Crossed Blue Flames!"
Nina adeptly summoned her abilities, unleashing a fiery attack in the form of crossed flames. The powerful stream of crossed fire was directed with impressive accuracy, hitting Miguel head-on.
"Ready, one less man in the world."
"One less! One less!"
As Miguel lay unconscious on the ground, his sword continued to emit a mournful sound, an agonizing melody that echoed in the air. Meanwhile, the consciousness of the sword seemed to transcend its inanimate nature, revealing a deep and unbreakable bond with its possessor.
Realizing that her beloved showed no signs of recovery, the sword made a bold decision. Moving with a sort of self-will, it abandoned the inertia that normally kept it fixed in place and, with an ethereal glow, slid across the floor toward Miguel.
The blade, once an extension of Miguel's hands, now seemed determined to share its master's fate.
"I love you! Miguel!"
Although immersed in unconsciousness, the essence of the message seemed to penetrate the barriers of Miguel's mind. A feeling of profound understanding, of emotional connection, took hold of him, and tears began to silently slide from his eyes.
However, this time, the tears were not bathed in anguish, but rather in an emotion so pure and deep that he had rarely experienced: happiness.
The message resonated within him, echoing with a clarity that couldn't be denied. That word, so simple and powerful, reverberated in his heart in a way that transcended words. And, though Miguel had heard that word before, this time he felt a full and undeniable conviction of its truth.
"Thank you, Kritina. I love you too."
The words flowed from his newly awakened lips, laden with an intensity that echoed the depth of his emotions. His eyes, once closed, now opened to the world with newfound clarity, as if the act of speaking those words had dispelled the last shadows of his consciousness.
"Let's become one in joy and in sickness, until death do us part."
"Yes, Kritina, I accept!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she moaned.
Kritina's blood began to boil again, causing her body temperature to rise. This internal heat triggered a surprising process, giving rise to a heart made of blood that materialized in the sky. An incredible and visceral spectacle, as if emotions themselves were shaping the reality around her.
As the blood heart formed in the firmament, the echoes of the passionate cry of "I love you!" filled the air repeatedly. Each cry was an explosion of deep feelings, a genuine and overwhelming expression of love that resonated like an emotional call spreading across the universe.
Lying on the ground, Miguel watched this celestial spectacle in awe, his eyes fixed on the sky as his mind and heart were filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude.
It was as if the connection between them transcended the barriers of reality, manifesting in a visual display that could only be described as magical.
In the face of this impressive demonstration of love, Miguel felt a sense of deep and indescribable connection with his beloved, a connection that went beyond the physical and touched the essence of their souls.
"Kritina, be only mine."
"What's this?"
"Love! Love!"
The blood flowed swiftly, a dense red stream that found its way to Miguel's mouth. He had no time to react, as the viscous liquid entered his mouth, bringing with it a sensation of heat and intensity that couldn't be ignored.
As the blood was absorbed by his body, the groan that had echoed earlier abruptly ceased, as if their fusion had reached a climactic moment.
When the internal transformation was complete and the last trace of blood was assimilated, Miguel rose from the ground. His eyes now gleamed with revitalized energy, and he began to walk with deliberate steps, a slow and calculated pace that indicated renewed confidence in each stride.
As he walked, Miguel made a bold decision. With determination, he began to shed the worn-out clothes, discarding one piece after another until only the bottom fabric remained.
His gesture was both a display of authenticity and a release from the constraints that had held him for so long. Miguel was freeing himself, not only from the worn clothes, but also from the inhibitions that had confined him.
With his chest bared, he displayed a symbol of his renewed strength and determination. Each movement, each action, seemed to resonate with a new sense of purpose, as if he were emerging from a cocoon, transformed by an inner journey of self-discovery.
The surroundings reflected this change, and Miguel moved forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead, as the winds whispered his journey of renewal.
"Disgusting man."
"Ah! A man! A man!" she said, covering her eyes.
Miguel's internal transformation was complete. The emotional turmoil that had plagued him had given way to a deep serenity.
The discovery of true love and the merging with his beloved had brought an inner peace he had never imagined possible. The inner battle had turned into acceptance, and doubts had been replaced by unwavering certainty.
With this newfound balance, Miguel was free from the internal turmoil that had tormented him. He had become one with his beloved, a fusion of hearts and souls that transcended the adversities they had faced.
There was no room for uncertainty or self-criticism anymore, only the clarity of who he was and the certainty of what he shared with those he loved.
Looking at the twins, a smile lit up Miguel's face. It was a smile that reflected the fullness he now felt, an expression of genuine and deep joy.
"Let's continue."