In the dimly lit, otherworldly dimension, Ace and Ruta stood facing each other, an air of anticipation between them. Their clash was about to unfold, and it promised to be a dance of blades like no other. Ace, his eyes hidden in shadow, remained an enigmatic figure, exuding an aura of stoicism. He was the epitome of control and restraint. Ruta, her crimson eyes filled with excitement and joy, was eager to engage in another exhilarating battle. As the battle commenced, Ace's movements were deceptively simple. He relied on basic martial arts and fundamental swordsmanship techniques. Every motion he made was precise, calculated, and flawless. There was a beauty in the simplicity of his movements that belied the immense power he possessed. Ruta, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Her attacks were swift and precise, her crimson eyes radiating with an odd joy. She reveled in the thrill of the fight, her movements fluid and unpredictable. However, Ace was not just any opponent. He had transcended the boundaries of his own limitations, and his newfound power allowed him to anticipate Ruta's attacks with ease. With every clash of their blades, they communicated in a silent language that only warriors could understand. It was a conversation of steel and energy, a ballet of conflict that transcended the boundaries of words. Ruta, while eager and joyful, was increasingly outmatched. Ace's control over the battle was evident, and he had moved beyond playing games. He was a force to be reckoned with, a master of the most basic techniques, yet a true genius in their execution. Ace's movements, his strikes, and even his slashes were basic but perfect, embodying the essence of martial and sword arts. The beauty of the battle lay not in the complexity of their techniques but in the simplicity and precision with which they executed each move. Ruta could not help but smile, her eyes shimmering with excitement. For her, this was a thrilling encounter, a test of her own capabilities against a formidable adversary. She relished every moment, even as Ace's true power began to surface. As the battle continued, Ace's mastery became more apparent. With a calm and focused demeanor, he effortlessly predicted Ruta's attacks and countered with astonishing speed. It was no longer a game; Ace was asserting his dominance in a way that was both breathtaking and intimidating. Their duel, though filled with the anticipation of a fierce battle, took on an almost poetic quality. Each clash of their blades and each exchange of blows were imbued with deeper meaning, a profound connection that transcended the realms of combat.
In the end, Ace's control and precision, born from his newfound power, allowed him to emerge as the dominant force. Ruta, while joyful and exhilarated, was ultimately overmatched. Ace had transcended his own limitations and reached a level of mastery that was awe-inspiring. Their dance of blades continued, a testament to the beauty of martial and sword arts, and a showcase of the boundless potential that Ace had unlocked. It was a battle like no other, a testament to the power of determination and the depths of a warrior's soul. In the dimension where Ace and Ruta clashed, the intensity of their battle reached new heights. With each passing moment, the energy surging between them grew stronger, creating a spectacle of explosions and clashes that defied the comprehension of any normal observer. Ace's pace quickened, and with it, the intensity of his attacks. Every slash, every clash, was executed with precision, and each blow inflicted damage upon Ruta. Their movements were so swift that they blurred into streaks of light, making it nearly impossible to see what was happening with the naked eye. As they soared through the air, Ace and Ruta engaged in a high-speed duel, creating a symphony of destruction that painted the skies with brilliance. Their combat was no longer a mere battle—it had evolved into a breathtaking dance of power, where every movement, every strike, bore profound consequences. It was a relentless exchange of blows, each one more powerful than the last. But amidst the chaos, there was a moment of unexpected tenderness. Ruta, with her crimson eyes filled with emotion, managed to grab Ace by the waist. Her voice, for the first time devoid of excitement, held a touch of sadness and gratitude. "Ace, my Prince," she whispered, her lips finding his in a soft, fleeting kiss. Ace, his expression unchanging, replied in a cold, monotone voice. "You're strong." Ruta, tears streaming down her face, let out a cry that was as much an expression of joy as it was of pain. In that brief moment, their connection was more profound than any battle could ever convey. But the moment of vulnerability was short-lived. Ace, with a final, decisive strike, ended the battle. Ruta's transformation was undone, her appearance returning to its former state, and she fell from the sky, her life extinguished. In the aftermath of their intense battle, Ace stood in the otherworldly dimension, gazing down at Ruta's lifeless body. The Queen of Chaos had been a formidable adversary, and her defeat was a testament to Ace's newfound power and mastery. With solemn determination, Ace retrieved the small, ornate box he had used to store Ruta's body. He knew that it was time to put his plan into motion, to keep her body in a state of suspended animation until he could execute his next steps. With care, Ace placed Ruta's body into the box and whispered the incantation. The box's glow enveloped her, and she disappeared into the alternate dimension, where time and decay could not touch her. Ace had a purpose for her, a plan that would unfold in due time. With care, Ace placed Ruta's body into the box and whispered the incantation. The box's glow enveloped her, and she disappeared into the alternate dimension, where time and decay could not touch her. Ace had a purpose for her, a plan that would unfold in due time. Returning to the realm where his allies awaited, Ace knew that he had to conceal his intentions. It was not yet the time to reveal the depths of his strategy. With a reassuring smile, he joined the others, his presence a source of comfort and hope. The celebration continued, but Ace was aware of the weight of his responsibilities. He shared final moments with his comrades, saying heartfelt goodbyes to Yua's lifeless body, unbeknownst to them that he would be departing by nightfall.
As the hours passed and the time for his departure drew near, Ace stood in the moonlight by Yua's side. He whispered his farewell, promising that her sacrifice would not be in vain, and that he would return to protect both worlds. Then came the farewells with the seven Captains and Zara, who had chosen to return to the human world with Kyokuske as her new companion. The bonds they had forged were strong, and their parting was bittersweet. Ace's absence remained a secret, known only to a few. With one final embrace and a silent promise to reunite in the future, Ace slipped away into the shadows, disappearing from their sight. His journey was far from over, and his purpose remained shrouded in mystery. The world was unaware of his departure, but the fate of both realms now rested squarely on his shoulders.