My Sovereign Terraraptor roared as I dove forward, smashing through a ring of golden light cast by Luciel's halos.
Time slowed around me as Valkyria's wings beat once more, compressing temporal fields into deadly edges.
Solar Rook unleashed a blinding pulse of stellar heat that warped the chamber's metal walls into glass.
Exousia, the walking apocalypse, plunged two cosmic lances through the collapsing ceiling, trying to impale both me and the Red Mecha in a single blow.
But I was no longer just Damien Bloodbane. I was fury incarnate. And the Red Mecha… the thing that called me "younger brother"… was more than just an opponent. He was a cursed echo of what I might become.
Or worse—what I had already been.
He surged with red energy identical to mine, but older, deeper, infected by something twisted.
His body regenerated from every wound, but not passively—he devoured attacks, processed them, and spat them back ten times stronger.
