Youth stood frozen, his crimson eye blazing with anger as the memories of Flient's atrocities resurfaced. The image of his father's death replayed in his mind, fueling his rage. With a guttural shout, he roared,
"RevolForm: GUST!"
In an instant, his form shifted. His spear glowed with vibrant blue energy as his Gust form materialized. Without hesitation, he charged at Flient, swinging his spear with all his might. Flient, unfazed, raised his sword and blocked the attack with ease. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, the sound echoing through the battlefield.
Flient countered with a powerful slash, catching Youth off guard. The blow sent Youth flying backward, landing with a thud. He quickly got back to his feet, blood dripping from a cut on his side. Their eyes locked in a silent challenge.
"I'll kill you!" Youth shouted, launching himself at Flient again. Their weapons met in a flurry of attacks and parries, the force of their strikes shaking the ground beneath them. Youth gritted his teeth, realizing that Flient was faster and seemed to anticipate his every move.
"I'll overcome him. This ends now," Youth thought to himself, stealing his resolve. As their weapons clashed once more, a massive shockwave rippled through the area, scattering debris.
The two warriors stared at each other, eye to eye. Flient's lips curled into a smirk.
"So… you've grown up now, huh?"
Beneath his mask, Youth's normal eye widened in shock. Those words ignited his fury further, and he swung at Flient with renewed aggression. But Flient dodge every attack effortlessly, his movements calculated and precise.
"You may be grown now, but you still act like a child," Flient taunted. Youth lunged forward, attempting to stab Flient with his spear. But Flient caught the tip of the weapon with two fingers, stopping it dead in its tracks. Youth's eyes widened in disbelief.
With a sneer, Flient yanked the spear from Youth's hands and hurled it away. He followed up with a swift thrust of his sword, piercing Youth's abdomen. The blade drove through his body, emerging from his back. A strangled cry escaped Youth's lips as pain wracked his body, forcing him to revert to his Grade 2 form. Flient pulled the sword out and kicked Youth to the ground.
As Youth lay bleeding, Flient leaned in, removing the eyepatch that covered Youth's fused gem. He examined it with fascination. "Fascinating… It completely merged with you. Not bad, Gordon," Flient mused, almost admiringly.
Youth clutched his wound, blood seeping between his fingers. Flient's gaze turned cold. "Even with that, you're still not even close to me," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "And now, I will kill you—the same way I killed your father."
Flient raised his sword, ready to deliver the final blow, when a blast of magic surged toward him. Reacting swiftly, Flient dodged the attack, the magic scorching the ground where he had stood.
It was Sequana.
"You're gonna pay for that!" Schneizal shouted, charging at Flient with his massive sword. Vriede and Sequana engaged the Cloud knights, keeping them at bay while Schneizal went head-to-head with Flient.
Despite his strength and determination, Schneizal quickly realized he was outmatched. Flient caught the strike of Schneizal's giant sword with one hand, holding it effortlessly.
"I admire your bravery, boy," Flient said mockingly, before delivering a devastating punch to Schneizal's chest. The impact knocked him unconscious, his body crumpling to the ground.
As Flient prepared to finish Schneizal off, a slash of energy streaked through the air, forcing him to step back. Youth had returned, now in his Grade 3 form once again. His glowing crimson eye burned with renewed intensity.
"You will face me! So I can kill you myself!" Youth declared, his voice resolute.
Flient smirked, his sword at the ready. "Very well." He launched himself at Youth, their battle resuming with unrelenting ferocity.