Nicat finally took a serious step to break Nahid's resistance. Using dark magic, he summoned another shadowy sword and aimed it directly at Nahid's chest.
"I will take you seriously now," he said coldly, determination in his eyes.
The sword glowed with a deadly light as it rushed toward Nahid.
Nahid tried to defend himself with one last effort, but his strength was nearly gone. Just as the dark blade was about to strike him down, he suddenly felt a surge of power.
A hand stopped the sword.
Nahid's master had intervened at the last moment.
"Enough, Nicat!" his master shouted, pushing away the dark magic and pulling Nahid aside. "Rest here for a while. Recover your strength."
Nahid looked at him with gratitude. "Alright… master," he said, though every word carried pain.
Nahid stepped aside, taking deep breaths as he tried to regain his strength. His body was nearly exhausted, but the faith within him still burned strong.
His master turned toward Nicat and drew his sword.
"I will fight you here and now," he said. There was sorrow in his voice. This was not merely a battle—it was a clash of ideals.
Nicat responded with a cruel smile.
"Then prepare yourself."
He unleashed the full force of his dark magic and charged forward, swinging his sword.
The two masters clashed, and each strike between them seemed powerful enough to shake the world.
But in the end, the power of darkness prevailed.
Nicat noticed a brief moment of weakness in his opponent and struck swiftly with his blade.
A cry echoed across the battlefield.
Nahid's master collapsed to the ground.
"Master!" Nahid shouted, rage and pain filling his eyes.
"No…" his master said weakly, struggling to breathe. "Your victory… will come. But… this path… will not be easy."
With his final strength, he closed his eyes and quietly took his last breath.
As Nahid witnessed his master's death, pain and anger surged within him. But he also knew that this loss would only make him stronger.
"This war… will end with you, Nicat," he said as he slowly stood.
For Nicat, killing the master was not simply a victory—it opened the gates to an even darker path.
And the war was far from over.
Nahid had witnessed his master's death, and the rage and sorrow within him mixed together. His eyes focused on Nicat as he struggled to stand with his exhausted body.
"This won't end like this… I will stop you, Nicat," he murmured.
With great effort, he stood and formed a new sword from the flames of his arm, charging toward Nicat.
But his fading strength slowed him down.
Nicat watched Nahid's determination with a mocking smile.
"Nahid, no matter how much you resist, it's over. You've reached your limit."
Nahid gathered his strength to swing his sword, but before he could take a step, his knees collapsed beneath him.
His body could no longer carry him.
"No… it's not over yet," Nahid whispered as tears fell to the ground.
Nicat began walking toward him, holding his dark sword.
"It will be a beautiful ending, brother," he said mockingly. "But resisting no longer has any meaning."
At that moment, a loud explosion echoed from the distance.
The air itself changed, filled with a heavy tension.
When Nicat turned around, he saw that Nihad had finally defeated the demon Kokushibo. The demon had fallen with a massive scream, and Nihad stood there, wounded but still standing.
Nihad began walking toward Nicat with determination in his eyes.
"This war will end now, Nicat. I defeated your demon. Now it's your turn."
Nicat looked at Nihad's strength and at Nahid lying exhausted on the ground.
"So this is where everything ends," he muttered, tightening his grip on his sword.
Yet he knew something important: between Nahid's exhaustion and Nihad's injuries, he still had a chance to win.
Meanwhile, Nahid lay on the ground, watching Nihad enter the battle.
"Nihad…" he whispered.
He saw how strong his brother had become. But could they endure this war together?
Their fate was moving toward either a dark end or a final salvation.
Nahid lay on the ground, covered in blood, taking a deep breath.
When he closed his eyes, a voice echoed within the dark silence of his mind.
The voice was deep and powerful, filling him with both fear and strange peace.
"Nahid…"
"I have seen your courage. I have felt your determination. But your power is not enough to win this war. I have an offer for you."
Nahid responded to the voice in shock.
"Who are you? What… what does this mean?"
The voice continued.
"I am the God of Flames. I offer you my power. But this power comes with a price. You will become my warrior in this world forever. You will carry justice and truth. If you accept this path, I will bless you with a power that will never leave you."
Nahid hesitated.
"To fight forever… that means losing everything. But my people… my brothers… I must win this war."
After a moment of silence, he answered with a heavy breath.
"I accept. If that is the price of this power… then so be it."
At that moment, the sky trembled.
From within blazing flames, a sword appeared, shining with red and golden light.
The sword looked as if it were made of fire, yet it held a crystal-like clarity reflecting the sky itself.
When Nahid grasped the sword with his flaming hand, a wild power surged through his body.
His exhausted form revived. Energy boiled within him.
His eyes ignited with a bright orange glow.
He was no longer just Nahid.
He had become the Warrior of Flames.
When Nicat saw this incredible transformation, he was stunned.
"So you're playing your final card, Nahid! But even that won't save you!" he shouted, charging forward with two dark swords filled with magic.
Nahid calmly raised his flaming sword and stopped Nicat's attack with a single motion.
As their blades collided, waves of flames and dark energy spread across the battlefield.
Planting his feet firmly into the ground, Nahid held Nicat back and spoke coldly.
"This is my battle, Nihad. Go find the king and end this war there."
Nihad hesitated when he saw his brother's transformation.
"But… you can't win alone!"
Nahid looked directly at him and shouted firmly:
"Go! This battle will end here. I trust you!"
Seeing his brother's determination, Nihad reluctantly nodded.
"Don't lose, Nahid."
He then rushed into the depths of the palace to find the king.
The Final Clash: Flame and Darkness
Nahid focused entirely on Nicat.
Their swords clashed again and again, each strike shaking the world around them.
Nicat tried to gain the upper hand with attacks supported by dark magic.
"You were always weak, Nahid. The power of flames cannot save you!"
But Nahid was no longer the same man.
"Victory isn't won by power alone, Nicat. You have lost yourself in your own darkness."
He swung his sword and pushed Nicat backward.
Seizing a brief opportunity, Nahid strengthened his blade with flame magic.
"This is for you… for our people… and for this world."
He unleashed all his power in a single attack.
A massive wave of flames burst from his sword, breaking through Nicat's dark defenses and throwing him to the ground.
As Nicat struggled to rise, covered in blood, he began to laugh.
"It's not over yet, brother. This darkness is only beginning…"
But Nahid was determined.
"I will end this war here. Even if you are my brother, I must stop you."
He tightened his grip on his flaming sword and stepped forward to deliver the final blow.
Inside the Palace: The King's End
Meanwhile, Nihad had found the king deep within the palace.
The king sat on his throne, staring at Nihad with fear in his eyes.
Holding the power of the water element in his hands, Nihad stood before him and took a deep breath.
"You will pay for the ظلم you have done to your people. The justice you deserve will be delivered here."
As Nihad walked toward the king, Nahid's words echoed in his mind:
"Go and end this war."
Amid the dance of flames and darkness, the end of the final reckoning was approaching.