Amelia sat across from Falcon, her expression calm but appreciative. “Thanks for everything. For teaching me, for making me younger,” she said, flexing her fingers as if still adjusting to her rejuvenated body.

  The door creaked open, and Malin and Carlos stepped inside. Their eyes immediately landed on Amelia.

  “Are you ready, Master?” Carlos asked, his tone filled with both respect and anticipation.

  Amelia exhaled as she stood up, nodding. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

  The four of them made their way to the others, where the air buzzed with tension. Everyone was deep in conversation about the upcoming battle, strategies being thrown around like puzzle pieces that needed to fit together. But then, the room fell silent as all eyes turned toward Amelia. She walked in with a serious expression, radiating confidence.

  Griffin approached her with a smirk. “So, you ready to kick some ass?”

  Amelia’s lips curled into a grin. “Of course I am.”

  Laughter and lighthearted chatter spread through the group as they followed behind her, the mood shifting from tense to something almost hopeful.

  As Amelia ascended the tower steps, she pointed at herself, sensing the immense presence of Luna across the world. She muttered under her breath, “Dark Flame Style: Dark Death.”

  A colossal blast of dark flames erupted from her hands, hurtling across the world toward the United Kingdom. Buildings crumbled, streets split apart, and the very air burned as the flames consumed everything in their path.

  Without hesitation, Amelia surged forward, her speed bending the very space around her. Within moments, she landed amidst the smoldering ruins of the battlefield, just as Luna emerged from the wreckage of a collapsed building, her arms already regenerating.

  “So, you’re still alive, huh?” Amelia said, crossing her arms.

  Luna dusted off her shoulders, a smirk playing on her lips. “Please. You think a cheap attack like that would kill me? After all, you’re the one challenging me here.”

  “No,” Amelia said, her eyes narrowing. “You’re the challenger.” She raised a hand, pointing directly at Luna.

  Luna, the Queen of the Yeagers, against Amelia, the strongest of her generation.

  The battle of legends was about to begin.

  Both warriors lunged at each other, fists colliding with earth-shattering force. They exchanged rapid blows, each strike dodged by a hair’s breadth. The world itself seemed to shudder under the weight of their clash.

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  Then, Amelia suddenly dropped to the ground on purpose.

  “Copy Storage: Windbreak,” she thought.

  With a flick of her finger, a powerful gust erupted from her position, sending Luna crashing through a building, shattering concrete and steel like brittle glass. Amelia didn’t waste a second, diving after her.

  “Dark Flame Style: Dark Sphere,” she thought.

  A black sphere of condensed fire formed in her palm before she hurled it downward. The moment it hit, the entire structure imploded, flames swallowing everything in their wake.

  But Luna was already moving. She leaped from the destruction, landing on a floating platform of rubble, a wicked grin stretching across her face.

  “Yeager Ability,” Luna said calmly.

  Amelia’s instincts screamed at her. She twisted her body just in time to evade the incoming attack—a massive invisible slash that ripped through the remains of the battlefield, carving a canyon into the ground.

  Both warriors landed, stepping out of the smoke.

  “You know, I’m gonna blame you for destroying this country,” Amelia said, brushing ash from her shoulder.

  Luna shrugged. “I don’t care.”

  Meanwhile, Falcon and the others watched from their command center.

  “Can you see what’s happening on the monitors?” Falcon asked, his voice tense.

  The others shook their heads. The sheer scale of destruction made it nearly impossible to track the fight in real-time.

  Back in the battlefield, Amelia and Luna pressed their wrists together, activating their Palaces. The energy from both warriors clashed violently, distorting space itself.

  Grffin narrowed his eyes as he observed. “She was too slow opening it,” he realized.

  Before Amelia could fully activate her Palace, Luna had already summoned hers.

  “Moonlight Palace,” Luna declared.

  Above them, the moon itself shifted. A blinding light gathered, condensing into a massive celestial laser aimed directly at Amelia.

  The beam fired.

  A moment later, all of Europe was gone.

  The battlefield was nothing but charred wasteland, reduced to scorched dust. Smoke and embers drifted through the ruins. The monitors flickered with static, unable to process the sheer devastation.

  Yet, standing amidst the obliteration, Amelia remained. Her body was charred, her skin blackened, but she was alive.

  She exhaled sharply, then vanished in a flash of dark energy, teleporting off the planet.

  Luna smirked, unfazed. With a single step, she followed.

  Now, they stood in the cold abyss of space, floating above the remnants of what had once been a thriving world.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Luna taunted.

  Another moonlight laser fired.

  The blast ripped through entire planets, turning them to dust. Amelia took the hit head-on, her body once again burned beyond recognition. But she stood firm, her flux energy rapidly restoring her form.

  “Dark Flame Style: Dark Port,” Amelia thought.

  A massive dark flame circle formed around her, warping space itself. Luna’s next attack phased through her, no longer landing with lethal force.

  Carlos, still watching from the monitors, finally pieced it together. “She’s teleporting the damage elsewhere. Even unavoidable hits aren’t killing her anymore.”

  Luna’s eyes flashed with understanding, but it only made her more eager. She surged forward at breakneck speed, throwing a barrage of blows.

  Amelia caught her wrist, yanking her closer.

  “Dark Flame Style: Dark Beam.”

  A concentrated beam of black fire erupted from Amelia’s palm, striking Luna point-blank in the face. The impact sent Luna hurtling through space, but instead of anger, her smile only widened.

  As her face rapidly healed, Luna let out a small chuckle. “Now this… this is fun.”

  Amelia grinned back. “That wasn’t easy.”

  The battle was far from over.