PAGE 1 — THE SEMIFINALS BEGIN
The Inter-Realm Arena no longer feels like a stage.
It feels like a coffin trying to stay shut.
Only four remain.
No cheers this time.No introductions.
The divine announcer hesitates—then speaks anyway.
"Semifinal Match One:Zhaelor, bearer of god-blood…versus Nyssara, the Shadow Witch."
Zhaelor steps forward, divine veins blazing brighter than before.
Nyssara walks calmly, hands behind her back.
She yawns.
"Hope you're stronger than you look," she says lightly.
Zhaelor scoffs.
"I am a fragment of divinity."
Nyssara smiles.
"Fragments break easily."
The barrier seals.
Even Karna watches now.
PAGE 2 — POWER VS ABSENCE
Zhaelor does not hesitate.
He detonates his god-blood fully.
The platform liquefies under his feet.
Nyssara vanishes.
Not teleports.
Ceases to exist.
Zhaelor snarls and strikes blindly—
Too late.
Shadows wrap around his limbs.
Not chains.
Concepts.
Fear.Regret.The memory of weakness.
Zhaelor screams as the shadows crawl into his veins.
"This is impossible!" he roars."I am divine!"
Nyssara appears behind him.
Quiet.
Gentle.
"Yes," she whispers."That's why this hurts."
She snaps her fingers.
The shadows explode outward.
Zhaelor collapses—alive, but broken.
Winner: Nyssara.
Gods exchange uneasy glances.
PAGE 3 — KARNA ENTERS THE SEMIFINAL
The second match seals.
Karna steps onto the platform.
His opponent: the Dragon-Blood Warrior, scales burning crimson, breath steaming.
The warrior laughs.
"I won't underestimate you, human."
Karna nods.
"Thank you."
The bell rings.
Flames erupt.
The arena temperature spikes violently.
Karna walks forward.
Not rushing.
Not guarding.
The dragon-blood charges, claws glowing.
They clash.
Once.
The impact sends shockwaves into the heavens.
The dragon-blood roars and unleashes his breath.
Karna steps through it.
His clothes burn.
His skin does not.
He strikes once.
The dragon-blood is slammed into the barrier and drops unconscious.
Silence.
Then Bromrik mutters faintly from the stands,
"…I don't think fire works on him."
No one laughs.
PAGE 4 — HEAVEN FRACTURES
The finalists are decided.
Nyssara.Karna.
The gods do not celebrate.
They argue.
Quietly.Urgently.
"This human does not use divine law."
"He does not defy it either."
"He ignores it."
Indra watches Karna closely.
Not as a threat.
As an anomaly.
Meanwhile, Nyssara approaches Karna before the final.
She studies him like a puzzle.
"You don't belong here," she says.
Karna thinks.
"…Neither do you?"
She chuckles softly.
"Fair."
Then her smile fades.
"When we fight…don't hold back."
Karna meets her eyes.
"I wasn't planning to."
Somewhere above—
A throne creaks.
PAGE 5 — BEFORE THE FINAL
The arena reinforces itself one final time.
Every seal.
Every divine calculation.
Still—
The structure trembles.
Karna stands alone at the edge of the platform.
He looks up.
For the first time, he feels it clearly.
Not hostility.
Not worship.
Fear.
Not from mortals.
From gods.
And far beyond even them—
Something ancient shifts its gaze fully onto him.
Not impressed.
Not angered.
Interested.
The divine announcer swallows.
"Final match will begin shortly."
Karna exhales slowly.
The boy who learned without being taught…
Now stands where gods hesitate to look.
END OF EPISODE 6