The battlefield was no longer a place—it was a storm of collapsing realities.
The void entity, fractured and furious, unleashed its final form: a spiraling mass of anti-shadow, devouring everything it touched. The sky split open, revealing a cosmic wound. Time stuttered. Space screamed.
Minwoo hovered above it all, the Nexus Blade now transformed into a weapon of paradox—its edge rippling with creation and destruction. His body pulsed with the fused essence of the Shadow Realm and the Primordial Seed. He was no longer just a ruler.
He was the Realm.
The entity lunged.
Minwoo met it head-on.
Their clash shattered the sky. Every strike from the Nexus Blade rewrote the battlefield—void turned to stone, entropy to flame, silence to song. The entity screamed, its form unraveling with each blow.
Below, Shadow Fang fought like legends. Kinro's flames carved paths through collapsing dimensions. Kuzuki, now fully merged with Minwoo's left arm, became a living weapon—his strikes echoing with the Realm's fury.
But the entity had one final gambit.
It reached into the Nexus Core, attempting to corrupt it from within. Minwoo felt the intrusion—like a knife in his soul. The Realm trembled. The shadows flickered.
Minwoo closed his eyes.
And let go.
He released control—not out of weakness, but trust. The Realm responded. Shadow Fang responded. The Nexus Blade responded.
Together, they surged.
The final strike wasn't Minwoo's alone—it was the will of every member of Shadow Fang, every shadow that had ever lived, every fragment of the Realm. The Nexus Blade split the entity in two—then four—then infinite.
And then, nothing.
The void collapsed.
Silence returned.
Minwoo descended slowly, the Nexus Blade dimming to a soft violet glow. The Realm stabilized, its edges no longer bleeding. The sky healed. The battlefield became still.
Kinro landed beside him. "Is it over?"
Minwoo nodded. "The war is finished. The Realm stands."
Kuzuki looked at the horizon. "Then what comes next?"
Minwoo smiled faintly. "Now we build."