Soon, three pillars of energy erupted into the highest reaches of the sky, their radiance so overwhelming that every Royal Blutlinie on the battlefield—regardless of allegiance—turned toward them in unison.
Silence fell for a fleeting instant.
Then tension surged.
There had been no decisive victor in the clashes below. The battlefield of Royal Blutlinie remained in chaos, neither side able to claim dominance. And so, everyone understood the truth without needing to say it aloud:
Whoever won this battle… would decide the fate of the war.
That realization pushed every warrior to the edge.
High above, the auras of the three figures—Red King, Nirvana Crown Prince, and Eternal Soul King—rose higher and higher, climbing beyond previous limits until the very fabric of space trembled under their pressure.
Then—
They moved.
Like comets streaking across the void, the three shot toward one another.
