The space between dimensions… a land untouched by the laws of reality. No gravity, no time, no logic. Only pure chaos, and a sky forged from the shadows of ancient screams.
In the heart of this madness stood Sajibro, clad in black robes, facing two of his most dangerous foes: Raizen… and his enhanced version, Raizen-Ita. A blend of hatred and madness—twins of ruin.
"No one interferes."
Sajibro's voice rang out as he sealed the realm, leaving the commanders behind. Even Arthur, despite his power, obeyed his command.
Raizen spoke first, his voice echoing through the shattered walls of the dimension:
"I fear I'll break your throne twice... once with my body, and once with my copy."
Raizen-Ita laughed maniacally, his eyes gleaming with corrupted energy:
"We will tear the blade of your imagination and forge a gateway from your blood."
But Sajibro didn't reply. He merely raised his hand, summoning an entirely new blade:
The Blade of the Fallen Throne.
A sword pulsing with an ancient aura… leaving trails of ash in the void itself. Forged from renewed imagination, shaped by the wielder's intent. When it strikes, illusions collapse around it.
The battle began.
Raizen struck first:
> "Black Memory Storm!"
Spears made from treacherous memories impaled the mind to paralyze the foe.
But Sajibro shredded them with a single roar, followed by his counterattack:
"Shards of the Throne!"
Blows of royal essence shattered Raizen's defenses and pushed him back.
Raizen-Ita charged in:
> "Time Distortion – Collapse Leaps!"
Attacks from moments that hadn't yet occurred.
But Sajibro soared into the sky and shouted:
> "Manifestation of the Seven Realms!"
Seven circles appeared, representing the commanders, transforming into blades of light merging into the core of the throne blade.
> "Absolute Imagination Explosion!"
The strike split the void.
Raizen screamed.
Raizen-Ita lost an arm.
But the two foes merged… and a new being emerged:
Raizen-The-One.
Stronger. Purer in his shadow. His voice echoed in dual tones:
"Sajibro… this is the beginning of your end."
But Sajibro, blood dripping from his face, replied:
"And I haven't even begun."
The blade transformed into a twin-bladed spear—the form of Silent Doom.
Raizen-The-One used his technique:
> "Storm of the Banished Entities!"
Souls he betrayed in the past sank their fangs into Sajibro's consciousness.
But Sajibro spun in a circle, his spear tearing through the void, and said:
> "You want me to remember? Then remember who set the throne ablaze."
Then he shouted:
> "Annihilation of Identity!"
A line of black light tore through the entities, burning them to their roots.
Raizen-The-One followed with:
> "Guilt Reflection – Specter of the Supreme Blame!"
Mirrors revealed Sajibro's sins, forcing him to fight himself.
Sajibro fell to his knee.
But he laughed.
A cold laugh—like a blade.
"I've been seeking this feeling since I returned… The broken throne? I'm the one who broke it."
He raised the spear, and behind him appeared an imaginary circle with seven glowing points.
> "Power of the Wounded Kings – Final Throne Seal!"
His spear transformed into a tri-star blade, each point holding a commander's memory.
> "Tide of Resurrection!"
A wave of energy swept through the dimension.
Raizen-The-One screamed.
His body tore apart, his shadows crumbling.
But he didn't die.
Half of him remained, crawling, screaming:
"I am the eternal shadow! You cannot… erase… me…!"
But Sajibro stepped forward.
His face held nothing but stillness.
He said:
> "But I can. Because you're not a shadow… you're a failure."
Then he plunged the tri-star into his chest. But this time, he didn't just stab.
> "Explosion of the Fallen Throne – Final Version!"
The spear shivered, transforming into a series of precise blades, tearing Raizen from within.
Raizen's scream was final.
His eyes dimmed.
His body shattered, then exploded into ash—irrecoverable.
Nothing remained.
No shadow.
No specter.
Raizen was truly dead.
Sajibro returned to the center of the arena.
He closed the dimensional realm.
Raizen's ash fell like rain.
He took his final steps toward the gate.
And as he exited, the ground bowed beneath his feet.
He calmly said:
> "The throne isn't broken yet… but all who tried to break it are dead."
Chapter Twenty-Five ends... and for the first time, gray skies above the Palace of Shadows began to rain.