The Monarch of Primal stood in the center of the battlefield, his massive form radiating pure dominance.
Then—
"GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
His thunderous roar shook the battlefield.
The students glanced at each other, no words needed. They already knew what to do.
Jin stepped forward, pulling out a card— but this one was different.
It was black as the void, its surface depicting a dark, jagged sword surrounded by eerie flames.
He held it up, his voice commanding:
"From the depths of hell, I summon you—
AREWAGON, THE DEMON KING'S SWORD—DRAW!"
As he unsheathed the blade, a wave of suffocating darkness pulsed from it.
The sword was pure black, its surface jagged and cruel, every inch of it designed to tear flesh apart.
The moment Jin gripped the hilt, his hands began to bleed. The sword demanded sacrifice.
But Jin didn't flinch.
"This is the least I can do since my deck isn't complete," he muttered to Monkey Mic.
