Aurelius' gaze sharpened.
The ground beneath Rael and Eon cracked, and a pillar of black and white energy erupted upward, spiraling together like intertwined serpents. Their bodies began to blur, their outlines dissolving as if they were no longer separate beings, and the Death Scythe and Hourglass trembled violently, pulled toward the center of the storm.
Rael and Eon's voices overlapped, not spoken loudly, but spoken with absolute certainty.
"Basic Fusion."
Light exploded.
Darkness followed.
The storm collapsed inward, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath.
Then, standing where the twins had been, a new figure emerged.
Tall.
Cloaked in an aura of death and time.
A Grim Reaper, its form half-shadow and half-glimmering light, holding a massive scythe in one hand and the sacred Hourglass in the other, its presence so overwhelming that even the knights watching from afar felt their knees weaken.
The arena fell silent.
