Zaraf clashed with Kal.
Both pushed forward with pure force.
Wind exploded around Zaraf as he tried to push Kal back.
Kal, on the other hand, sharpened his senses and strength using his purple energy state.
Their fists collided again and again.
Suddenly—
Zaraf jumped.
He flipped over Kal and landed behind him, immediately striking.
But Kal blocked the attack with his bare hand.
Kal smirked.
“I inherited Master's techniques as well.”
Zaraf narrowed his eyes.
“Fighting styles can be copied… even by the likes of you.”
Kal rushed forward with a barrage of punches.
But Zaraf kept up.
For two months he had fought Ben in deadly training battles.
Every strike. Every reaction.
His body had memorized it.
Kal fought the same way.
Their fists collided.
Shockwaves spread across HQ.
Inside Zaraf’s mind—
(Does Master know I would fight him?)
(Is that why he trained me like that?)
His eyes hardened.
(It doesn’t matter now.)
(I have to win… for Master. For everyone.)
BOOM!
Their clash shook the entire headquarters.
Abeth slowly opened her eyes.
All she could hear were violent sounds of impact.
BOOM.
CRASH.
The ground trembled.
She struggled to stand.
When she looked ahead—
Her eyes widened.
Buildings were collapsing.
The ground cracked.
Wind and purple energy collided like storms.
The entire HQ had become chaos.
She tried to heal herself.
But exhaustion overwhelmed her.
She could barely stand.
Suddenly—
Kal jumped into the air.
He extended his hand.
A violent blast of energy shot forward.
A ranged attack.
A powerful one.
Zaraf responded immediately.
He wrapped wind around his body and sword.
The wind carried him through the air.
Left.
Right.
Up.
Down.
He dodged the incoming blasts while counterattacking with sharp wind strikes.
Kal’s eyes moved.
He saw Abeth.
Standing far behind Zaraf.
A small smile appeared.
Kal suddenly rushed into close combat.
Both fighters clashed again.
Kal threw a punch toward Zaraf’s face—
Zaraf pushed his body aside using wind.
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Then he countered with a strike.
Kal was hit and pushed back.
Zaraf tried to gather stronger wind around his sword.
But Kal pushed his core further.
His purple energy surged violently.
He jumped forward again.
The moment their attacks were about to collide—
Zaraf suddenly felt danger.
A direct clash would be deadly.
He jumped backward—
Then realized something.
Abeth was close behind him.
Kal slammed his fist into the ground.
BOOM!
The earth shattered.
The entire area collapsed.
Zaraf quickly grabbed onto the breaking rocks.
“Abeth!”
He searched desperately.
Then he saw her—
She was falling unconscious into the collapsing ground.
Zaraf jumped.
He reached out to catch her.
Just as his hand touched hers—
Kal appeared behind him.
He had been waiting for that exact moment.
Zaraf caught Abeth with one arm.
With the other, he raised his sword to block Kal’s attack.
CRACK.
The blade split.
Kal pushed harder.
The sword was about to shatter.
Zaraf needed distance.
He remembered—
No one else was nearby.
He activated his technique.
“Wind Push.”
A tornado erupted around his sword.
Wind spiraled violently.
Kal’s attack was forced backward.
In that moment—
Zaraf jumped upward.
Kal tried to rise again.
But when he looked up—
Zaraf was already above him.
A compressed tornado spun in Zaraf’s hand.
His eyes glowed blue.
“Right now… no one is around.”
His voice was calm.
“So I can use this.”
He threw the attack downward.
BOOM!!
A massive tornado exploded from the collapsing ground.
Kal was dragged into it.
Zaraf escaped to the surface.
But the ground below him moved like a dying monster.
Cracking.
Breaking.
Shifting.
Zaraf carried Abeth far away.
He gently placed her under a tree.
Then he looked down.
His sword was broken.
Suddenly—
He felt a presence behind him.
Kal.
Zaraf turned to counter—
But Kal punched first.
A far stronger burst of purple energy exploded.
BOOM!
Zaraf’s sword shattered completely.
The punch hit him directly.
Zaraf tried to block with wind.
But the impact dragged him across the battlefield.
He crashed into broken ground.
When he stood up—
Blood dripped from his mouth.
He looked ahead.
Kal stood there.
Fully surrounded by purple energy.
But his body looked unstable.
Cracks spread across his skin.
Like glass filled with water.
Zaraf frowned.
“If you keep using that much power… your body will break.”
Kal laughed.
“Does it matter?”
“If I become a Creator… I can have everything back.”
Zaraf stared at him.
“What do you really want?”
Kal froze.
Then he laughed loudly.
“What do I want?”
His eyes burned with madness.
“Have you ever heard people call you a failure?”
“They told me I couldn’t be accepted as a Creator's successor.”
“They said I was wasting Master's time.”
His fists trembled.
“Because of my imaginary body… they said I could never become a proper student.”
His eyes widened with obsession.
“I will shut them all up.”
“I will become a Creator.”
“And then Master will choose me as his successor.”
Zaraf looked at him quietly.
“You’ve gone mad.”
His voice became sharp.
“What you’ve done now… even if you became a Creator…”
“Master would reject you.”
Kal’s smile froze.
Zaraf continued.
“He accepted you before all of this.”
“You were the one who looked down on yourself.”
He pointed at Kal.
“You created that fear.”
“Call it delusion… or cowardice.”
Kal shouted.
“You understand nothing!”
“I am the chosen one!”
“And Ben will choose me again once I reach greater heights!”
Zaraf slowly placed his broken sword into its sheath.
“…There is no turning back from where you are.”
Wind began gathering around him.
Kal rushed forward.
Purple energy erupted.
Zaraf took a deep breath.
“Wind Way.”
Kal punched forward with destructive force.
Their attacks collided.
CRASH!
Zaraf’s sword shattered completely.
Kal’s overwhelming force pushed through.
But Zaraf refused to retreat.
If he dodged—
Abeth would be behind him.
So he raised both hands.
He used wind itself to deflect the impact.
Even the oxygen around them was dragged into the storm.
Finally—
The attack was redirected.
Zaraf stood there, exhausted.
Kal walked toward him.
His body was breaking apart further.
But he kept moving.
“Why won’t you die?”
Kal shouted.
“I sacrificed Visitors to get this chance!”
“And now you’re standing in my way!”
Zaraf’s eyes darkened.
“So you only used them as a distraction.”
“All of this… just for your own power.”
Kal smirked.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“If I become a Creator…”
“Why should I care about reincarnations?”
Zaraf shook his head.
“The more you speak…”
“The more irredeemable you become.”
Both charged again.
They began fighting with bare hands.
Zaraf was injured.
His wind shield weakened.
Kal punched through it.
Zaraf pushed him away and created distance.
He launched a small wind attack.
But Kal’s burning energy ignored it.
Kal vanished.
He appeared behind Zaraf.
And struck him.
Zaraf was sent flying.
He crashed hard into the ground.
Kal slowly walked toward him.
Zaraf struggled to stand.
Blood covered his body.
Inside his mind—
Bell shouted.
(Just use it already!)
(If you activate it, your body will heal by fifty percent!)
Zaraf smiled weakly.
(Good to know.)
(So if I’m about to die… I can survive.)
Bell sighed.
(This is not the time for jokes.)
Zaraf stood up.
“I will end this… with one attack.”
Kal gathered even more energy.
His body cracked further.
But he didn’t stop.
Zaraf gathered wind around his entire body.
Like he himself had become the blade.
He compressed it.
Sharpened it.
Focused everything into one strike.
Both ran toward each other.
They clashed.
Kal pushed even more energy into his attack.
Overconfidence filled his mind.
But suddenly—
His body failed.
The stolen power escaped him.
The energy collapsed.
He became like empty glass.
Zaraf whispered,
“You lost…”
“Because you relied on stolen power… not your own.”
He pushed Kal backward.
Into the same hole they had fallen into earlier.
Kal disappeared into the darkness below.
Zaraf stared down.
Waiting.
But nothing happened.
His body finally gave out.
He collapsed.
But before he hit the ground—
Someone caught him.
Ben.
Zaraf slowly opened his eyes.
Gray.
Lusy.
Ben.
They were standing behind him.
“…What are you doing here…?” Zaraf asked weakly.
Gray grinned.
“We finished our battle, so we came!”
Lusy nodded.
“Rough defeated them in minutes and knocked them unconscious.”
“So we came here.”
Ben looked at Zaraf.
“Did you stop him?”
Zaraf met his gaze.
“What he did… wasn’t your fault.”
“He became delusional.”
“And made the wrong choices.”
Ben lowered his eyes.
“If I had been there… maybe I could have stopped him.”
Lusy laughed softly.
“You’ve always been a crybaby, Ben.”
Gray blinked.
“Huh? But… you look older than him, Sister Lusy.”
Lusy scoffed.
“What do you know?”
“When he first came here, I took care of him like his big sister.”
She smiled.
“Isn’t that right, Ben?”
Ben sighed.
“Leave the past in the past.”
Lusy chuckled.
“What days those were…”
“Even Shin wasn’t this serious back then.”
Gray scratched his head.
“Speaking of him… where is he?”
Lusy’s expression changed slightly.
“…He went to settle the business.”
Ben stayed silent.
Another Realm
A portal opened.
Kal stumbled through it.
His body was broken.
Empty.
He held his shoulder and dragged his injured leg forward.
He looked up.
His castle was burning.
The ground flowed like lava.
Then he noticed someone in the sky.
Shin.
His eyes glowed yellow.
In his hand was the symbol of the Visitors.
Kal laughed weakly.
“I should never have underestimated you…”
“The Calamity of the Imaginary World.”
“Shin.”
After that—
Kal was never seen again.
