The sky fractured.
From the edge of the Shadow Realm, the colossal enemy emerged—its form a shifting mass of void and memory, too vast to comprehend, too ancient to name. Reality bent around it, and even the shadows recoiled.
Minwoo stood unmoved.
The Nexus Blade pulsed in his grip, its violet glow carving through the gloom like a beacon of defiance. Forged from the heart of the Dark Veil, the blade was no longer just a weapon—it was the Realm's spine, its voice, its fury.
Minwoo's eyes flared, twin vortexes of violet light. "Then let shadow speak."
He slashed the air.
The Realm responded.
From the ground erupted Eclipsed Titans, towering beasts of pure darkness, each bearing fragments of Minwoo's will. Kinro soared overhead, his silver flames now laced with black fire, while Kuzuki's power surged through Minwoo's left arm, transforming it into a living conduit of destruction.
The battlefield warped.
Shadow Fang moved like a single organism—linked through the Realm, their thoughts synchronized, their movements flawless. No orders were spoken. Minwoo's will was law.
The enemy struck.
Waves of entropy tore through the Realm, unraveling space and memory. But Minwoo's blade danced through the chaos, each swing rewriting the rules of reality. The Nexus Blade didn't just cut—it sculpted. It summoned. It commanded.
Walls of shadow rose mid-strike. Dragons formed from the blade's arc. Spears of silence pierced the void.
But the entity adapted.
It began devouring the Realm's edges, converting shadow into nothingness. Minwoo felt the pain—his creation bleeding, his sanctuary collapsing.
Minwoo drove the Nexus Blade into the ground. The Realm trembled.
He descended into the core of the Shadow Realm, where time had no meaning and light had never touched. There, he found the Primordial Seed—the origin of all shadow, pulsing with raw, ancient power.
He touched it.
The Realm didn't explode—it folded inward. Every shadow collapsed into Minwoo, merging with his essence. His body became the Realm. His breath, its wind. His heartbeat, its rhythm.
He rose.
No longer a wielder of the Nexus Blade—but its incarnation.
The entity hesitated.
And then, the true war began.