Morfrey, still with his face against the damp ground from the torrential rain, struggled internally with a storm of thoughts and emotions. The revelation that the beggar, until then disdained by him as fragile, was in fact an entity of immeasurable power, shook the foundations of his existence. "How can I, an avatar of Avarice, feel so diminished, so vulnerable before someone who seems so insignificant?", he reflected, his pride wounded and his identity questioned.
Beside him, the man remained motionless next to Kal, speaking to him in whispers that seemed to carry the weight of eras. Despite Kal's apparent imminent death, his whispered words insinuated promises of healing and renewal. Morfrey, still unable to comprehend the full extent of what was happening, observed the scene in perplexity, as time resumed its course, initially with an almost imperceptible slowness, as if resisting the resumption of normality.
Noticing the gradual resumption of temporal flow, the man contemplated the battlefield with a gaze that transcended the present, foreseeing a future in which his power would be unlimited. "I do not yet have strength to shape the dimensions of this land to my full will, but that day will come," he prophesied, an unshakable determination marking his words.
Aware that his moment of direct influence was fading, the man turned his attention to Kal, touching his chest with a hand that seemed to emanate light and life. Against all expectations, vital energy flowed from the man to Kal, closing wounds and restoring the strength of the young warrior. "Grow and develop, brother. The end of all things is where we will meet again," he said, his words laden with a promise of reunion and shared destiny.
With these final words, the man vanished into the air, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with mystery and a sense that the fabric of reality had been altered. Morfrey, now slowly rising, his mind in turmoil, and the others, beginning to recover from the shock, looked around, trying to assimilate the magnitude of what they had witnessed. Kal, now healed, was rising, his expression a mixture of confusion and new determination, like someone who had been touched by a destiny greater than anyone could imagine.
Morfrey, shaken and agitated by the recent humiliation and revelation of his own insignificance, is now consumed by a fervent desire to ascend beyond his current condition. He fervently believes that the key to achieving undisputed divinity lies in Kal's vital energy. Driven by this obsession, he advances with renewed impetus, determined to usurp the power he perceives as his divine right. However, his approach is forcibly interrupted by the intervention of Relon and Lilla, who, alongside Katara, Kohaku and Clara, form an unshakeable defensive wall. They place themselves before Kal with a fierce determination, forcing Morfrey to hesitate in his offensive.
Meanwhile, Kal, touched by an entity of incalculable power, perceives the emergence of a new force within himself. Still recovering from the effects of this transformation, he feels a deep connection to the divine power, an understanding that goes beyond the simple possession of strength. With a touch, he shares this revitalized energy with Lilla and Relon, causing both of them to be enveloped by a celestial power aura, "I have learned that my power was given to me to be shared, not kept only for myself!". Kal's words echo with a newly discovered truth: power is more potent and meaningful when shared for the benefit of all, not kept for the benefit of a single individual.
Witnessing this demonstration of generosity and unity, Katara, Kohaku and Clara are equally imbued with the divine strength, preparing them for the impending confrontation. United, they become the embodiment of resistance against Morfrey's tyranny, ready to challenge his selfish vision of power.
The preparation for the final battle unfolds with the tension of a bowstring about to be released. Kal, Lilla and Relon, now imbued with divine power, face Morfrey, their gazes laden with challenge and determination. Behind them, Katara, Kohaku and Clara remain ready, their presence a testimony to solidarity and collective strength. The confrontation that is announced is not just a physical clash, but an ideological battle between Morfrey's desire to dominate and Kal's conviction in shared power as the source of true strength.
In this setting laden with meaning, the story advances towards a climax where the outcome of the battle will determine the future not only of the characters, but of the very world they inhabit. The approaching battle promises to be not only decisive, but emblematic of the choices and values that define true heroism and true tyranny.
As the battlefield was defined, a palpable tension enveloped the combatants, the rain continued to fall heavily, covering the entire battlefield. Kal, now revitalized and imbued with a renewed purpose, faced Morfrey with unshakeable determination. By his side, Lilla, Relon, Katara, Kohaku and Clara formed a united front, each emanating a divine aura, reflecting the power shared by Kal.
Morfrey, perceiving the turning of the tide, advanced with implacable fury, his form moving with supernatural speed. The battle began with a clash of forces, the sound of metal against metal echoing through the air as lightning and thunder danced across the stormy sky.
Kal, leading the attack, delivered precise and powerful blows, each movement harmonized with those of his allies, who moved as a single being. Lilla and Relon, protecting the flanks, repelled Morfrey's advances with a combination of skill and brute force, while Katara, Kohaku and Clara cast powerful spells, creating barriers of protection and long-range attacks that lit up the field with explosions of light and color.
Morfrey, however, was no easy adversary. His ability to manipulate darkness allowed him to absorb and redirect the energy of attacks against him, creating a game of mortal chess where each move could be the last. The battle intensified, with Morfrey unleashing waves of dark energy, trying to breach the defenses of the resistance.
At a critical moment, Kal and Morfrey found themselves at the center of the battlefield, the direct confrontation between them laden with meaning transcending the physical. It was a battle of wills, a dispute over the fate of the world. Kal, with the clarity of his purpose and the shared power pulsating through his veins, faced Morfrey with a ferocity equaling his adversary's, each blow an affirmation of his refusal to cede or give up.
The battle culminated in an epic confrontation of magics and swords, where light and darkness collided in a dazzling explosion, lighting up the night sky and sending shock waves across the battlefield. At this moment, Kal and his friends' unity and shared power shone brighter, a testimony to the power of collaboration and shared faith in the common good against the shadows of tyranny and despair.
As the battle between Morfrey and Kal escalated towards a dramatic climax, Morfrey's black scythe, a weapon of unimaginable power, met Kal's sword in a clash that echoed with the sound of eras colliding. With a devastating blow, Morfrey broke Kal's sword, a symbol of hope and resistance, and cast the young man and his allies to the ground, one by one, like leaves swept away by a merciless storm.
At this moment of despair, Katara, the priestess of light, heroically sacrificed herself, placing herself between Kal and Morfrey's fatal blow. Her last words, a reminder of her sacred duty to protect the light, echoed in Kal's heart, marking the beginning of a profound transformation within him. Seeing Katara falter, the reality of sacrifice and loss were engraved in his soul, awakening a fury threatening to consume him.
However, Daat's wisdom, like a beacon in the storm, illuminated his mind, reminding him that true strength lies not in fury but in serenity and the power that comes from clarity of purpose. With this realization, Kal rose as a figure of power and determination, his divine mana emanating from him in waves challenging the very rain, purifying the air with his presence.
When facing Morfrey again, Kal was no longer the same warrior; he had been transformed, transcending his former self. The battle that followed was a spectacle of power and speed, with Kal dominating the battlefield, his presence a burning flame of hope.
Morfrey, noticing Kal's unexpected ascent, proclaimed his divinity and invulnerability "There is no weapon forged in this world capable of defeating a god, Kal!". But his words rang hollow in the face of Kal's incandescent determination. The final showdown between them promised to be more than a fight for survival; it was a battle for the soul of the world, a confrontation between the desire for domination and the struggle for freedom and light.
Ellanon, the High King of the Elves of Elaria, and his warriors galloped swiftly towards the capital. Sensing the proximity of his destiny, the king's sword began to glow intensely, a clear sign that decisive moments were lurking. Aware of the sword's profound meaning, Ellanon accelerated, leaving his companions behind, propelled by the certainty that the hour he had anticipated for so long had finally arrived.
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Meanwhile, in the capital, the confrontation between Morfrey and Kal reached a peak of tension and power. Morfrey, facing Kal's incomparable strength, revealed his most terrible weapon. Planting the black scythe in the ground, a macabre ritual unfolded: a circle of blood and bones surrounded the capital, and a shadowy, malign energy began to spread. A wind of death blew, carrying ancient and profane words. Suddenly, a crimson carmine light bathed the capital, culminating Morfrey's blood magic, amplified by his darkness. "All the people I killed, it was never just to kill... I always wanted to free them from the suffering and evil of this land!", proclaimed Morfrey, revealing the shadowy purpose behind his acts.
Confronted with this revelation and Katara's sacrifice to protect him, Kal found himself in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. "We thought the deaths were to create a ritual to break the divine barrier of the fox village!", he exclaimed, seeking to understand Morfrey's true intentions. Morfrey's response was a mixture of mockery and revelation: "Do you really think I'm so naive!" followed by a cold laugh and the announcement of his most devastating magic: "9th Circle Forbidden Magic: Absolute Death!".
As soon as Morfrey unleashed his forbidden magic, the dark wind that previously permeated the capital turned sinister red, a harbinger of imminent disaster. In an instant of pure horror, all living beings within the city limits fell dead, their lives reaped by Morfrey's implacable magic. For unknown reasons, Kal and Lilla remained immune to this terrible fate, finding themselves isolated amid a sea of desolation and death.
While Lilla desperately called out for her brother Relon, now one among the countless fallen, Kal remained static, his heart seized by shock and confusion. The magnitude of the magic Morfrey had invoked was unimaginable, 9th circle magic whose devastating power left Kal stunned and desperate. The resistance, which until then had fought with hope and determination, was now effectively annihilated, leaving only them two as witnesses to the catastrophe.
Morfrey, with a shadowy laugh echoing through the silenced city, raised his black scythe, a symbol of his triumph and the death he had brought. Announcing his intention to absorb the souls of the dead, he proclaimed himself on the verge of becoming more powerful than ever before, a being beyond comparison to Kal or any other. "Thousands and thousands of souls, with their spirits imbued with my power, now I will absorb them and become more powerful than you, Kal..." Morfrey's words were a direct challenge, a declaration that the battle, although already devastating, was far from over.
With a scream that seemed to summon the very foundations of being, Morfrey cried: "People of Nannu, hear the voice of your King, and come to me!" By absorbing the souls of the dead, an even darker aura began to emanate from him, a terrifying vision of corrupted power and absolute despair. Kal and Lilla, now the last bastions of resistance, faced not only the immense loss of their companions, but the growing threat of an enemy strengthening with each life he took.
In this scene of despair and uncontrolled power, Kal and Lilla found themselves facing a critical choice: to succumb to fear and mourning for the fallen or find within themselves the strength to face the growing darkness. The battle to follow promised to be not only a confrontation of forces, but a definitive test of the human spirit against the shadow of absolute despair.
As desolation took hold of the capital, enveloped in a shroud of death and shadows brought by Morfrey's devastating magic, Kal found himself lost in a sea of doubts and fears. He questioned whether, in the face of such magnitude of shadow power, there would still be room for light to prevail. By his side, Lilla faced the abyss of despair, witnessing the loss of her brother Relon, a reflection of the devastation that had befallen what remained of her family and, by extension, of her hope.
Amidst this almost palpable darkness, the arrival of Ellanon, the High King of the Elves of Elaria, emerged like a beacon of hope. His entrance into the city was not just a march; it was a declaration, a challenge to the darkness now spreading. The sword he carried, Dawnbreaker, known for its legendary power, began to glow with an intensity that cut through the gloom, a harbinger that the fight was far from over. This glow, reminiscent of the first ray of sun after the darkest of nights, promised renewal and awakening.
Approaching Kal, Ellanon perceived the singular connection forming between the young warrior and Dawnbreaker. Touching Kal's shoulders, he felt the sword vibrating and inclining towards him, an almost tangible yearning of the weapon to be wielded by Kal, to fulfill its purpose alongside a true hero. It was as if destiny, woven with threads of light and shadow, was about to be rewritten by Kal's hands.
By giving Dawnbreaker to Kal, Ellanon spoke the words "Let the awakening be fulfilled!", marking not only a moment of transfer of power, but also of recognition and acceptance of a path Kal was destined to follow. When Kal gripped the sword, a spark of light was born, growing until it enveloped him completely, a visible manifestation of the dawn to come. This light transported Kal to a place beyond time, atop a mountain where he encountered Domeh again, a meeting symbolizing the crossing of paths between Kal's past, present and future potential.
This moment of encounter with Domeh atop the mountain, under the light of the dawn the sword promised, offered Kal not just a glimmer of hope but also the promise of a power capable of facing the shadows Morfrey had released. Kal's journey, now intertwined with the magic and legacy of the elves through Dawnbreaker, set the stage for a battle not just for the immediate fate of his land but for the very fabric of reality, threatened by the shadows of despair and the voracity of corrupted power.
"Domeh, am I dead?" asks Kal
"What is the purpose of all things, Kal?" asks Domeh.
"I still don't know, and I don't think I ever will!" replies Kal, saddening his face.
"As I said to you long ago, this may be your end, if you want it to be," says Domeh.
"I...I understand," says Kal with tears in his eyes, taking on an air of failure and disappointment.
"However, it does not need to be the end, if you do not want it to be," says Domeh.
"I've told you this before, haven't I?" Domeh adds.
Kal remained silent, understanding what Domeh meant to say, raising his head determined.
"I want to be useful to all those I love," says Kal.
"You want to! The last time we talked about this, you used the word 'wanted', you've changed a lot, Kal," highlights Domeh.
Kal just smiled and continued with his steadfast and determined gaze.
"We are very proud of you, Kal. Keep growing, keep coming back here as many times as necessary until you achieve fullness of all things," says Domeh.
"What do you want, Kal?" - asks Domeh smiling.
"I want to keep growing, I want to protect not just the people I love, I want to protect the whole world!" responds Kal
"Then arise, explode and transform everything around you!" concludes Domeh with serenity
With burning determination in his eyes, Kal faces the chaos Morfrey had unleashed. By extending his hand and proclaiming "Enough!", an invisible force interrupts Morfrey's absorption of souls, leaving him both frightened and intrigued. This moment marks a turning point in the battle, a manifestation of the emerging power within Kal, able to counter the spreading darkness.
Moved by compassion, Kal approaches Lilla, lifting her from despair. The gesture of placing his forehead against hers is more than comfort; it is a reminder of the unbreakable bond between them, a kindling spark of hope that rekindles Lilla's determination. Together they invoke the power of restoration, an act of faith and unity that reverberates through the devastation, bringing back to life those who had fallen, symbolizing that as long as there is unity, there will always be the possibility of renewal and hope.
The miracle that follows is a spectacle of light and life. The souls, once condemned to eternal darkness, return to their bodies, reanimating the capital with a breath of life that challenges the death imposed by Morfrey. The rain, now a gentle touch from heaven, washes the scars of battle, symbolizing purification and healing upon the land and its inhabitants.
The peace and tranquility emanating from Kal and Lilla contrast with Morfrey's growing fury and despair, realizing through his arrogance that he still believes himself capable of triumphing. His desperate attack against Kal, however, meets an abrupt end. With an elegant gesture from Dawnbreaker, Kal not only repels Morfrey but also destroys the physical manifestation of his power, the black tower, symbolizing the definitive fall of the tyrant and the triumph of light over darkness. Far from the capital, the man looked towards the city. "All hail the birth of he who has come to rule over all!" he whispers before evaporating with the blowing wind.
As the people rose up, revived by Kal's intervention, Morfrey was seized by increasing fury and despair, his legs trembling under the weight of realizing he could never win. He recognized in Kal the same essence of power as the mysterious beggar, finally understanding the futility of his efforts, even in the face of eternity and the absorption of countless souls. Desperate, Morfrey attacked Kal with various blows. "You don't understand, I'm freeing these people, I am their liberator, they are in a better place!" Morfrey repeated as he attacked Kal.
Kal landed a powerful blow on Morfrey, making him spit blood and double over before him. "Life is unfair, good people die while evils persist, the poor continue dying while the rich gorge themselves on their riches, they are not bound to labor as the poor, nor are they afflicted as they, they are proud and despise all things they consider lesser!" says Morfrey doubled over before Kal. "In truth, I poisoned my heart, I raised my voice imploring the gods for salvation, and when I received no answer I wondered 'Why can I, blessed and elevated to the rank of angels, not ask for help?', and that is when I understood the end of all things," Morfrey continued.
"There is light after here, there is a place after here, I know, I saw it. And it was for that place that all the oppressed and weak should fight, it was for that place. Therefore, I would have to be the hero, the angel who would lead those people to that place of eternal happiness, 'Morfrey ANGELUS Artal Aquarion', the name of the Angel who would lead them there, a death angel!".