The triangle dimension trembled. The Eye watched unblinking as Lacolone and Elito faced each other, torn apart, aura flickering. Blood dripped from Lacolone's mouth onto the Sumerian sword. Elito's Eclipse Blade hummed, cracked down the center. Jessica whispered weakly, "One more strike…" The next blow would end eternity.
Lacolone planted his feet, barely standing. His pistol was broken; only his blades remained. Hands trembling, veins bursting under strain. Elito smirked faintly: "Come then. Messiah of blood." The Eye glowed brighter, casting shadows across the arena. No gods, no miracles. Only steel.
Both sprinted, leaving a storm of shattered dimensions behind. Lacolone swung katana left, Sumerian sword right. Elito countered with the Eclipse Blade. Sparks erupted like suns colliding, their auras shredding the ground beneath them. Time stopped to witness.
One blow passed. Silence. Both stood still, backs turned. Lacolone's eyes bloodshot, chest heaving. Elito smiled faintly, Eclipse Blade breaking in two. Blood erupted from his chest, a slash splitting him. One strike decided history.
Elito collapsed to his knees, aura flickering out. His broken sword crumbled into ash. "You chose… justice and vengeance at once…" he whispered, blood pouring from his mouth. "I… can't compete with that." The tyrant's pride gave way to peace.
Lying half-broken, Elito stared into the void. "At least… the voices in my head… the hell I built… it… no longer exists." His body dissolved into scarlet dust. His war ended not with triumph, but surrender.
Lacolone stumbled forward, dropping to one knee. Hands shook violently, still clutching the sword. Blood covered his arms, dripping down his blade. Jessica crawled toward him, whispering: "You did it…" Maya breathed faintly, barely alive. The hero stood, but half-dead.
The Eye above cracked apart, light spilling into the void. The triangle shattered into fragments of history. Walid shielded Valgor's unconscious body. Eden wept quietly, holding Salah's memory. Jessica gripped her pistol tightly, eyes wet with rage and pride. The throne of 33 Degrees was no more.
All heroes gathered around Lacolone, broken but alive. Maya placed a trembling hand on his shoulder. His eyes half-closed, lips whispering: "Salah… we won." Tears fell onto his bloodstained hands. Victory came with silence, not celebration.
The battlefield collapsed inward, pulling fragments into the void. Heroes clung to each other as reality imploded. Jessica shouted, "We need to move!" Eden traced a sigil with shaking hands. A portal flickered open, unstable. Their world had seconds left.
Valgor, barely conscious, carried Walid through the portal. Jessica dragged Maya with her good arm. Eden pushed himself last, chanting desperately. Lacolone stumbled, trying to stand. He fell — Jessica ran back, grabbed him. None left behind.
As they stepped through the portal, Lacolone looked back. The Eye collapsed completely; the throne was erased. In the dust, Elito's faint silhouette faded with a grin. His voice echoed: "Justice… vengeance…" Silence. Nothing remained. Even tyrants deserve last words.
The group emerged into a scarred wasteland under crimson skies. Maya coughed blood but smiled weakly. Valgor dropped, unconscious but alive. Walid sat in silence, sword fragments in hand. Eden collapsed, exhausted. Survival was its own victory.
Lacolone stood, body shaking, sword dripping blood. Aura flickering between scarlet and white. Jessica whispered: "You did it. You killed him." Lacolone stared at his hands, whispering: "Did I… or did I become him?" Silence among the group. The line between justice and vengeance blurred.
Maya leaned against him, barely conscious. "No… you carried us. That's not vengeance." Her hand rested on his chest wound. "That's… love." Lacolone looked away, eyes trembling. Even broken, hope still spoke.
The wasteland stretched endlessly under a crimson sun rising. Jessica holstered her pistol. Walid asked: "If he's gone… what now?" Eden replied: "Then the world has no king." Silence as they all stared into the horizon. The throne was empty. The world unclaimed.
Salah's memory flickered, his smile in their minds. Valgor whispered his name in pain. Maya closed her eyes, tears falling. Lacolone: "He didn't vanish. He became our blade." Jessica nodded, tightening her grip on her weapon. The dead lived in their resolve.
Splash: Lacolone stood alone at the edge of the wasteland, both hands trembling as he held the glowing Sumerian sword. His shadow split — half light, half dark. The crimson sun flared brighter, hinting at another force rising beyond the horizon.
"One tyrant fell. But in the silence, the next shadow stirred."