The end of the Battle in the Dark
Skotadi stood firm, dark flames twisting around him, shaping into an intricate armor that radiated a cold, almost suffocating power. His gaze was steady, as though nothing could break his composure.
"Let's end this," he said, his voice unwavering, a stark contrast to the intensity of the battle.
Igetis, his Phoenix Soul blazing with fiery energy, charged forward, his blade swinging through the air with precise power. "You have no chance of winning," he called out, his voice full of conviction. "It's just bad luck that we share the same power. This fight is all about strength. And you don't have enough of it."
The clash of fire and shadow sent shockwaves through the forest, each impact creating sparks that scattered into the darkness. Igetis felt the heat of his own flames as they collided with Skotadi's dark fire. But despite the power he wielded, Igetis couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Why is he fighting this way? His thoughts spiraled even as he fought. Curiosity? Exploration? What's his real purpose here? I was just drawn into this conflict. Skotadi... he's not a simple enemy. If he weren't a chaos seeker... maybe we could've been allies. Maybe I wouldn't have to face him in this endless struggle.
His doubts flickered like fleeting shadows, and just as quickly, they were erased by the immediate danger of the battle.
"Don't overthink in battle," Skotadi's voice sliced through his thoughts, as sharp and relentless as the flames he wielded.
Igetis gritted his teeth. "Then I'll take this fight seriously," he said. "You're not even trying to win. What's your real goal here, Skotadi?"
Skotadi smirked, his flames intensifying, wrapping around him like a dark cocoon. " Why you're not fighting with all you got igetis I don't want to use my full power against sommone not serious what makes you keep your power hidden.
The fight raged on. Every swing of Igetis' sword, every flash of flame, was met with Skotadi's shadowy counter. But it was clear now that Skotadi wasn't just fighting—he was playing with Igetis, watching him struggle with a detached amusement that only fueled the fire within Igetis. What is he after? Why does he remain so calm, so unconcerned about winning?
Before he could question further, a figure stepped out of the shadows, its presence like a cold breeze that swept through the battlefield.
Igetis' gaze sharpened. "You… You were with the shadows that Theo and Evangeline handled."
Skotadi chuckled darkly. "His skills are brilliant—running, scheming, and hiding. The perfect assets for someone like him."
Igetis' grip on his sword tightened. "You just won't stop, will you?"
The shadowy figure, now fully visible, stepped forward and placed a hand on Skotadi's shoulder. His voice was emotionless, almost detached. "Let's go," he said, his tone a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.
Igetis watched as Skotadi, unbothered, began to retreat. There was no sign of frustration or the typical rage of someone losing. Why does he seem so unconcerned about losing?
As the darkness began to engulf them, Skotadi turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Igetis. "Losing... It's part of the process. Trying again, and again, until I reach my final goal. That's how I fight."
With a final smirk, he vanished into the shadows, leaving Igetis standing alone in the forest.
Igetis stood still, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his sword still gripped tightly in his hands. The sounds of the battle faded into the background, replaced by a heavy silence. He stood there for a moment, trying to collect himself, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
So, this is how it ends... he thought bitterly. A fleeting battle that revealed nothing. He's not just a warrior; he's something more. And I still don't understand what drives him .hear he knows more about what happened iv been lazy on the investigation.
Theo and Evangeline appeared beside him, both looking serious as they took in the aftermath of the fight.
"Let's go," Theo said, his voice firm as always. "We need to report to the Sages. No one saw the black fire, thanks to the barrier we set."
Igetis hesitated. He could feel the weight of the decision pressing on him, but his resolve had solidified. "No," he said, his voice a low but steady command.
Theo's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'no'? We need to report."
Igetis turned to face them, his gaze unwavering. "We're not telling the Sages. Not this time." About what happened here i will explain later.
Both Theo and Evangeline exchanged a glance, surprising evidence on their faces.
"What?" they said in unison, their voices a mix of confusion and disbelief.
"I don't trust them. You will know when the time comes very close" Igetis' words hung in the air, final and unyielding. "We're not reporting this. Not everything needs to be under their control." Not any more.
Theo opened his mouth to argue, but Evangeline placed a hand on his arm, silencing him. She looked at Igetis, her expression softening, but her gaze was still sharp. "You know this could have consequences, right?"
Igetis nodded, his eyes darkened with the weight of his decision. "I know. But sometimes, it's better not to play by their rules."
Theo said how we going to hide it
Evangeline replied with a smile on her face to him and she said the sages meeting is almost over and they have the colosseum After that.
The Colosseum Roars
The Colosseum was alive with the roar of thousands of spectators. The air was thick with anticipation, their shouts and cheers reverberating like thunder through the vast arena. At the center, the match referee raised his voice, his words slicing through the chaos.
"The Sages are here to witness the glory of the fighters!"
A ripple of energy passed through the crowd as they recognized the significance of the moment. Warriors stood ready, weapons drawn, their hearts racing, each one determined to prove their strength.
"Let the fight begin!"
But amidst the excitement and fervor, one knight stood apart from the others. His posture was weary, his thoughts distant as he observed the chaos unfolding. His crimson-red hair caught the light of the torches, and his expression remained unreadable despite the palpable tension in the air.
One of the Sages, a figure with sharp eyes and a calculating gaze, turned toward him. "You were absent during our meeting, Nikos, Adonis, and Dinos."
At the mention of their names, the three warriors stiffened, their expressions betraying their unease. Nikos, with his striking red hair and piercing eyes, exchanged a brief glance with his companions. Adonis, with his perfect features and sleek black hair, stood tall beside him, his posture betraying nothing. Dinos, wild-haired and silent, shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering between the Sages.
Adonis was the first to speak, his voice smooth and controlled. "We were patrolling the city as usual."
The Sage studied them for a moment, his sharp gaze lingering on each of them. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Liar.
Though the word wasn't spoken, its weight was felt in the silence that followed.
The Sage finally nodded, his expression neutral. "You look tired. Get some rest after the match."
The other Sages continued their conversation, their demeanor relaxed and casual, almost like ordinary people rather than figures of great power.
But Nikos wasn't fooled. His gaze flickered between them, his instincts screaming that something wasn't right. His lips parted before he could stop himself. "Shadows…"
In an instant, Adonis and Dinos reacted. Adonis gripped Nikos' shoulder, pulling him back, while Dinos pressed a hand over his mouth, silencing him.
The tension between them was palpable, a moment of vulnerability that could have easily been noticed. Had the Sages heard? Had they seen the warning in Nikos' eyes?
The match began, the noise of the crowd drowning out the brief exchange. But Nikos knew—one careless slip, one unguarded word, could change everything.