Horaid stood tall, his presence heavier than the battlefield itself, and a faint, satisfied smile crossed his face as he looked over the chaos.
"My army is complete now."
His voice carried calmly, as if the destruction around him meant nothing. Then he turned slightly.
"Let's return to the war."
Far from him, in the heart of the battlefield, Koga and Kowarik moved in sync, their bodies merging in a controlled fusion. Energy pulsed around them, unstable at first, then slowly settling into something sharper… more refined.
Kowarik's voice broke the tension. "How did Gawa do it?"
Koga didn't hesitate. "That technique isn't simple. You need at least seven seals mastered… and three internal transformations."
Kowarik's eyes narrowed slightly, focusing.
"And after that?"
"You balance everything," Koga replied. "Your pride. Your strength. Your patience. Your emotions. If even one outweighs the others… it fails."
Kowarik stayed silent for a moment.
Then, quietly, "I understand now."
He began immediately.
One seal… then another… until all seven activated in sequence. The air around him shifted with each one, growing heavier, more controlled. Then came the internal transformations—one, two, three—his energy folding inward before expanding again.
Time passed.
Hours.
Sweat ran down his face, but he didn't stop.
And then—
Something clicked.
His aura stabilized.
Perfectly.
Kowarik opened his eyes.
Without a word, he moved alongside Gawa. Their synchronization was different now. Cleaner. Sharper. Their combined presence pressed against the battlefield like an invisible force.
They attacked together.
This time, their power surpassed what it had been before.
Even the Million Seal reacted.
A deep, distorted voice echoed from it, uncertain for the first time.
"I… am being controlled… but… I cannot identify by whom…"
The truth remained hidden.
Elsewhere, far from the direct fighting, the leaders of the nations observed the war with growing concern. One of them spoke, her voice tense despite her composed posture.
"This war must end soon… if it continues like this, the destruction will become irreversible."
Another leader exhaled slowly. "At this rate… rebuilding will be nearly impossible."
Back on the battlefield, Gamiki stood near Horaid, his expression conflicted.
"Leader… why didn't you turn me into a Holja?"
Horaid didn't answer immediately.
Gamiki continued, his voice quieter now. "You love the taste of humans. I should've been… useful to you. Food… or one of them."
Horaid finally looked at him.
"Why ask that now?"
Gamiki's eyes dropped slightly. "Because I'm human… and you kept me alive."
A brief silence passed.
Then Horaid spoke, almost casually. "I wanted to try something different for once."
He paused, then added, "And I didn't regret it."
The answer was simple.
But it carried weight.
Back in the chaos of battle, Mejura had entered the war for the first time. His movements were rough compared to the others, but his determination was clear as he clashed directly with the Holja forces.
Meanwhile, Koga and Gawa faced the Million Seal once again.
But it had changed.
It had evolved.
Its third form.
Its presence alone distorted the surrounding space.
Gawa stepped forward, his expression firm.
"It's time."
Kowarik glanced at him. "What are you planning?"
Gawa didn't look back. "I'll use the Owa technique."
Kowarik's eyes widened slightly. "That's not—"
"It's an absolute defense," Gawa interrupted. "Unbreakable… unless the opponent exceeds ten thousand kilometers per second."
He took a breath.
"But it has conditions."
Kowarik stayed silent, listening.
"First… it drains all my energy."
Gawa's voice remained steady.
"Second… the opponent must possess overwhelming power."
A pause.
"And third…"
He looked forward.
"I die."
Kowarik's expression hardened. "Then why use it?"
Gawa stepped forward.
"Because we've already separated."
And then—
He activated it.
A dense, immovable force surrounded him, like an invisible wall of absolute resistance. He moved toward the Million Seal, striking it repeatedly. Each hit carried immense weight, but the Seal couldn't touch him.
Not even once.
Time stretched.
An hour passed.
The Million Seal began to weaken.
Cracks of instability appeared within its form.
It was close to destruction.
But—
Gawa's energy was nearly gone.
His movements slowed.
His breathing grew heavier.
And in that moment—
A new presence appeared.
"Brother… what is this?"
Kowarik turned instantly.
"Towarik?!"
Towarik stepped forward, scanning the battlefield in disbelief. "I didn't even know there was a war."
Kowarik didn't waste time. "Then join us."
Towarik smiled faintly. "Of course."
Elsewhere, the leaders watched the situation escalate further.
One of them spoke urgently. "Gawa is exhausted. This war has lasted over two months."
Another leader turned toward the others. "We need to act."
Then the leader of the First Seal Village spoke decisively.
"Kowarik and Towarik will attack together."
He paused.
"They have a technique… the Sealed Fusion. It's time they use it."
Back on the battlefield, Kowarik stood beside his brother.
Their energies began to align.
Towarik looked at him seriously.
"We don't have a choice now…"
The air around them started to tremble.
Something greater was about to be unleashed.