The battle had no audience. No live stream. No commentary.
Just silence……and two titans standing beneath the burning night sky of an abandoned industrial park in the outskirts of Velmora City.
One was the ruthless schemer of the underworld, Milo Varn, draped in black techno-armor forged from stolen celestial ore. Engineered enhancements pulsed under his skin. He smirked, calm as a devil who'd read tomorrow's obituary.
The other wore no armor. No special gadgets. Just a black suit, dusted at the cuffs… and eyes that carried thunder.
"So you really did crawl back out of the shadows, Golding," Milo said, cracking his knuckles. "I almost respected you for staying buried."
"And I almost cared what you thought," Chess replied coldly.
💥 Clash of Wills
Milo struck first—fast, brutal. His fists glowed crimson with impact energy, slamming toward Chess like warhammers. The ground cracked under the force.
But Chess… didn't move.
He dodged each strike by inches. Calm. Calculated. Cold.
Boom—Boom—Crash!
"Still playing defense, Ghost King?" Milo laughed. "You always were a disappointment."
That word—
Disappointment.
It echoed in Chess's mind like a bell tolling the end of patience.
"You've said enough," Chess muttered, stepping forward.
And then—he vanished.
🐉 The Seal Cracks
The air screamed.
Chess reappeared mid-air, his palm glowing with ancient script—his bloodline igniting.
"Open—Second Seal: Draconic Sovereignty."
The sky split with a thunderous roar.
Golden scales shimmered across his back. Ethereal wings of burning Qi flared wide. The phoenix seal on his chest flared, but this time—something deeper responded.
"Impossible…" Milo staggered. "That seal was forbidden—it was lost to the Void Sect!"
"I was born to find what's lost," Chess replied, voice no longer human. "And destroy what should've stayed hidden."
🔥 The Unforgivable Blade
With a flick of his wrist, a blade formed—not forged of steel, but raw judgment.
It pulsed in his hand like it wanted blood.
Chess moved like thunder. The world blurred.
One strike—Milo flew through three walls.
Another—his tech armor cracked like porcelain.
"Stop!" Milo coughed, spitting blood. "We were brothers once!"
"That was before you sold out my master. Before you hunted down our sect's legacy. Before you tried to take Elsa."
"She's not yours!"
"She was never yours to want."
And then—the final blow.
A flash of gold.
A dragon's roar across the stars.
The blade struck through Milo's chest, but did not bleed him—it erased him. His essence, corrupted and venomous, was cleansed in one divine strike.
"You… were always…" Milo whispered, fading, "the monster they feared…"
"No," Chess said. "I'm the punishment they forgot."
⚫ Silence Returns
The dust settled.
Chess stood alone, chest heaving softly, the power still glowing in arcs around him. His suit burned at the edges. The second seal was cracked—but not fully opened.
He looked down at his hands.
"There's still one more... isn't there," he said quietly to the night.
Grimm's voice crackled in his comms. "Sir? Are you—"
"Milo's dead."
"...Understood. What now?"
"Now?" Chess turned and walked into the night.
"Now we clean house."