Prince Ando stepped aside at the edge of the arena and directed a magical strike toward the sky.

“Air Crystal!”

He activated his technique, causing a whirlwind to appear in the sky, and devastating storms began to unfold throughout the area. These were not ordinary winds; they were cursed winds that weakened the magical energy in the surroundings, except for the user's energy.

The winds were extremely destructive and catastrophic; fortunately, the arena and the spectators were separated by a magical barrier, something Ando had noted before activating the technique.

Shane, covering his face with his arm to shield against the winds, said, “This is amazing. Your technique is a bit showy.”

With a gesture of his sword, the prince intensified the air to the point that it turned into cutting blades, which began to injure Shane across his body.

“It’s over now,” the prince spoke confidently in a majestic manner amidst the storm, while Shane struggled to defend himself as the attacks came from all directions, and his bleeding and wounds worsened.

The soldiers began to wonder if Shane was in trouble and whether they should change the plan, but they continued to observe the fight and follow orders nonetheless.

Shane tried to gather his strength despite the effects of his wounds and the diminishing level of magical energy he could unleash.

“Red Spider!”

Shane revealed bloody spider limbs, though they were not at full power. He tried to use the blood he was losing from his wounds as a means to slightly enhance the strength of the technique as a backup solution.

“You think I’m finished, huh?” Shane said.

He then launched a direct attack and re-engaged in combat with the prince. The two continued exchanging attacks and defenses, with Shane being the weaker party in the confrontation.

Minutes passed in this state until the intensity of the air began to diminish, and the cutting power of the winds weakened, reducing their harmful effects.

The prince suddenly felt tired, realizing he wasn’t well and couldn’t fend off Shane’s attacks as he had just a few minutes ago. He retreated to the edge of the arena, breathing heavily and struggling, then collapsed to his knees, coughing up blood.

At that moment, Shane smiled and laughed mockingly, saying, “What’s wrong, little prince? Are you tired already? Do you want to take a break? What happened to your strong winds? Haha!”

The prince replied, struggling to breathe and coughing, “It’s poison. When did you do this?”

Shane retorted mockingly, “Since the first wound you took in the fight. The outcome was decided from the beginning, as I told you before. How does it feel to be powerless and weak? No matter what you do now, the poison will ultimately finish you.”

The prince strained himself, attempting to rise, then made a nearly invisible swift move and attacked with his sword, but Shane dodged the attack and struck the prince on the head with his elbow, knocking him to the ground.

However, the prince grasped the ground with his left hand and leaped, raising his right hand to concentrate his energy into a weapon shape and lunged at Shane’s heart, but it struck the lung instead and didn’t severely injure Shane because Ando’s grip was weakened by the poison.

Shane pushed the prince’s arm away and pressed down hard until he broke it, causing the prince great pain. He then looked at him with a devilish smile, saying, “Look at you trying your last desperate attempts. Don’t forget the symptoms of the poison; they will only get worse. This is truly amusing.”

The prince quickly pulled out a fire bomb with his other hand and exploded it in Shane’s face, igniting him in flames. Then he kicked Shane hard and quickly retreated to another side of the arena, forming a small rock wall to temporarily shield himself.

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Shane screamed after brushing off the flames, his face suffering some burns, “How annoying! How long will you keep running? But it doesn’t matter; the poison will end you anyway.”

There was one thing Prince Ando had not tried yet.

After the collapse of the Great Building of Realms, in the middle of the fires and destruction left by the war, while the conflict continued with the forces of "Eien Hakai," King Eisan confronted the leader known as the General.

King Eisan spoke with a smile and calmness, “What a mess you’ve made here.”

“Hmm, Wind King, you don’t seem like you came to fight.”

“Did you figure that out? You’ve gained experience in the field of war quickly for your age.”

“So what brings you here anyway? Don’t worry, I’m not interested in attacking your kingdom at the moment.”

King Eisan laughed, “I know you won’t attack; time is against you. Arthur’s return is imminent.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was summoned here by a direct order from the three rulers. Guess what they want?”

“Support to stop us.”

“Wrong. The Great Building’s affairs are over. They are now exploiting the opportunity to settle scores with some opponents from the kingdoms. Think about it: why summon the Wind King, the Demon Prince, and others to fight in chaos caused by a war that has already ended?”

“Then why do they want to get rid of you? What’s the benefit of telling me this?”

“Because I know a lot about Arthur and the sealed Gates of Heaven.”

The General’s expression changed at that moment, and he continued to listen.

“Especially the last gate of heaven that has been monitored. I also gathered information about all of them thanks to a network of agents in the three realms. But what happened is that we were betrayed by the dragon Riga due to the contract with him; he has the ability to hear and know everything that members of the Wind Clan think, or as they like to call us, the Lower Wind Clan. Apparently, the dragon has decided to abandon the Lower Clan and only ally with the Upper Clan.”

“So how will they get rid of you?”

“For the members of the Lower Clan, the royal family of the kingdom, the dragon will indeed dispose of them through the curse. As for me, the situation is a bit different because I possess the Winds of Darkness; I can reverse the effect of the curse on myself. The same applies to my son; the curse doesn’t affect him, but he will likely be used as a front to rule the kingdom.”

At that moment, a terrifying figure approached; it was the ruler of the Underworld.

King Eisan said, “Look, it seems he has indeed come.”

The General drew his weapon and prepared to fight, “We will protect you in exchange for the information you possess.”

“No need for that; I’m not interested in staying alive to see my clan die one by one. My fate is already sealed; they will pursue me no matter how far I run.”

He continued, “Therefore, I will make their nightmare a reality. Take these manuscripts; they speak of Arthur’s Circle of Eternity and also the secrets of some entities of the Gates of Heaven. You won’t find this information anywhere else.”

“Listen, in years to come, I will attack the kingdoms, and your kingdom may be part of it, even if your son is the ruler. But don’t worry; I will try to avoid harming the innocent as much as possible.”

“Did I tell you not to attack? Do as you wish regarding my son; my role has ended with training him to be independent. I don’t care which path he takes afterward. just don't harm the innocent people because they have nothing to do with these problems”

The king handed the General the manuscripts and said, “I wonder how they will react when they learn from the dragon that the secrets of eternity have indeed fallen into the hands of ‘Eien Hakai.’”

At that moment, the General departed with his forces, and then the Demon Ruler of the underworld arrived, where he killed the king and searched for the manuscripts in his corpse but found nothing.

“He took them already. Damn it!”

The battle between Shane and Prince Ando approached its climax.

In the moments Ando was hiding using the wall magic , he pulled out a piece of paper bearing strange symbols in the celestial language and began to recite incomprehensible words. He demonstrated his ultimate move, the Winds of Darkness, the fangs of the dragon Riga, pieces of the original spirit.

“Ah, it seems you’ve finally come out, rat. What’s this? A desperate final technique? No matter; I’ll make sure to bury you here now.”