The battlefield lay in eerie silence, broken only by the faint rustle of the wind carrying the stench of war. In the center of the chaos, Nicholas stood tall, but it wasn’t his presence commanding the moment—it was Abron. Dark tendrils of shadow coiled around their shared body, pulsating with energy. Nicholas’s usual golden aura had dimmed, replaced by the ominous black-and-red glow of Abron’s dark magic. The hilt of their sword radiated with heat, crackling with energy that mirrored their unyielding determination. Nicholas had specifically decided they use a sword and supplement their attacks with the help of Abron's magic because he wanted to test out the results of his training with Varak. He was done just relying on Abron's power and watching he defeated people with the power belonging to another person.This was his chance to shine and he was going to take every advantage of it. Xeno smirked, his crimson eyes glinting with malicious intent as he drew his obsidian blade.

Nicholas stood amidst the battlefield, blood still staining his chest from Hinnel’s earlier strike, his breathing ragged yet determined. He glared at Yuki and Leon, his piercing eyes darkened with Abron’s power. Sparks of dark energy coiled around him, crackling like a violent storm on the verge of eruption. Leon stood with his arms folded, fire swirling around him in a display of confidence. Yuki’s smirk was sharp, his fingers dancing with faint traces of portal magic. “You should fall back while you still can,” Nicholas warned, his voice a low growl. “I’ve become one with Abron. That means no mercy. Not for you, not for Hinnel, not for anyone who stands in my way.” "Is that your way of telling us to go all out too?" Yuki asked, his smug face causing Abron's anger to rise up even more than it had been before."There's no need to warn any of them" Abron said, his fingertips begining to light up with dark magic as he prepared for another range of attacks. "If you do that, you'l

The battlefield stood still for a brief moment, the tension thick enough to cut through. Abron’s silver eyes glimmered as he stepped forward, his grip tightening on his obsidian blade. Beside him, Nicholas's dark energy swirled like an ominous storm, his gaze locked onto their opponents. Yuki stood confidently, his crimson cloak billowing in the wind. Beside him, Leon’s fiery aura illuminated his sharp features. The two radiated an air of power and control, their synchronized movements an unspoken testament to their deadly synergy. All the days and weeks they had spent training rigorously led to this moment. “You don’t stand a chance,” Yuki said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You might’ve survived this long, but now? You’re in our world.” "Don't be deceived to think you would actually be able to defeat me" Abron said, his eyes moving between the foes that stood in front of him. Leon cracked his knuckles, flames dancing along his fingertips. “Let’s see if the so-called

The Final Reckoning The air crackled with energy, the battlefield glowing under the fiery light of destruction. Yuki and Leon stood side by side, their auras intertwining as they unleashed their combined might. They were going for the kill even more than before and they were prepared to use whatever kind of power left they could muster.They could feel their mana gradually depleting and it only meant they needed to put an end to the battle as soon as possible. Across from them, Nicholas and Abron readied themselves, their fused strength radiating like a dark star. The silence between them was heavy, a pause before the storm. "Are you ready for what's coming?" Abron asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.Nicholas knew what he meant and although he had avoided it all through the battle, he knew he had no other choice than to do what Abron said. "I'm ready" Nicholas replied, his grip on his sword tightening. Yuki smirked, his voice echoing across the wasteland. “Still hold

The battlefield trembled as a dark, malevolent energy surged from Abron. Nicholas staggered back, clutching his chest as a searing pain shot through him. He tried to fight through the pain that was threatening to tear them apart but it was proving impossible to stop what was beginning to feel like torture. He watched in horror as Abron’s body began to convulse, his once-mighty frame writhing uncontrollably. “Abron! What’s happening to us?” Nicholas shouted, his voice strained with panic. Abron’s eyes, now glowing a sinister shade of crimson, locked onto Nicholas. “I… I can feel it… the darkness… it’s ripping me apart!” Abron roared, his voice a tortured blend of agony and rage. Suddenly, a blinding flash erupted between them, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. When the light subsided, Nicholas gasped. Before him stood two figures: one was Abron, his body fully restored, his aura radiating pure destruction; the other was Nicholas, now in his own physical form, his body tr