Neraxis laughed like a maniac, his voice tearing through the battlefield as he stood amid ruin—absolute dominance incarnate, the strongest of all time, in all of history.
Then—
A shadow.
At the edge of the smoke.
Neraxis' four eyes froze.
Two green lights flickered within the darkness.
For the first time in centuries, sweat slid down Neraxis' face.
That's not possible…
I killed you.
I stopped your heartbeat.
I felt it.
The smoke slowly cleared.
Neraxis' voice hardened, sharp and low.
"Draven… Kael?"
His jaw clenched.
"Just what kind of monster are you?"
He took a step back.
"I stopped your heart. I shredded you to pieces… and yet you still stand."
A figure emerged.
Kael Draven—bloodied, broken, yet upright.
He smiled.
Not a relieved smile.
Not a human one.
A madman's smile.
Kael stepped forward.
"Neraxis," he said calmly, "you forgot something."
His smile widened.
"I'm the strongest."
The air trembled.
"Let's finish what we started."
Then—
His smile vanished.
His eyes turned pitch black.
His voice fractured, glitching, overlapping like a haunting echo—half human, half something else.
"I will win… this duel."
Neraxis' mind raced.
What is this…?
Did he survive?
Or—
Has Kael Draven been reborn as a Vital Spirit?