Silas spun back with a predatory grin. "Get out."Akime stepped from the shadows, eyes narrowed. "What's your real plan?""None of your business," Silas spat.Thunderous hooves shook the earth. Past Sadalmelik's border rode a massive Sadachbia army—crimson banners snapping, warhorses snorting steam. At their head: Sadachbia's king flanked by his elite guard, and beside him rode Amun, Sadachbia's spirit wielder, his weapon pulsing with foreign power that made Reo's glaive scream in warning ?.Silas's grin widened. Three empires collide at the border.

  Shikimori burst from the rear guard, voice cutting sharp. "I knew this old man was planning something."Sadachbia's king dismounted smoothly, boots crunching border dust. "Good work, Silas."Akime's eyes flashed. "Why would you do this?"Silas sneered. "Only for pow—"Whoosh. The king accelerated, long katana gleaming mid-swing toward Silas's neck, grin feral. "Thanks for isolating the queen."Scene shift.Reo gripped his glaive, blind senses exploding—three massive signatures converging on Akime's position ?. "Mizu. Move. Now.”

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  Mizu flashed a wicked smile and swung his dual katanas from behind Reo's back.Reo dodged instinctively, glaive whipping around. "What are you doing?"Their weapons clashed in a shower of sparks.Scene shift.Silas glanced back from the corner of his eye, sword flashing up to parry Sadachbia's king's long katana. "Stupid."The king's eyes widened as long claws ripped through his intestines. He twisted—Kaito, Sadachbia's spirit wielder, grinned behind him.In a flash, chaos erupted.Shikimori locked Akime in a brutal headlock. Akime gasped—