Dust settled slowly within the House of Taurus. The scene shifted to the House of Gemini. Midoki, his senses heightened, detected a strange presence around him. Before him, a nearly indistinguishable figure began to materialize. Geminus of Gemini, with his gleaming daggers, emerged from the shadows, his treacherous smile reflecting the light that slipped through the cracks of the massive structure. Midoki cracked his neck, preparing for battle.
- Midoki: "So you're next?" – he said, his voice echoing through the house.
Geminus simply smiled, saying nothing. With a swift and precise motion, he spun one of his daggers, creating a trail of light behind him. The air around Midoki seemed to tremble, as if time itself was distorted by the presence of the Gemini Emissary.
Without hesitation, Midoki surged forward, his energy emanating in blue auras, the wild look in his eyes revealing his resolve. His katana rose, and in an instant, he struck at Geminus—only to be deflected by one of the daggers.
- Midoki: "You're fast…" – he muttered, narrowing his eyes.
But before he could react, a sharp pain pierced his chest. One of Gemini's daggers had found its target. Midoki looked down, seeing the gleaming metal lodged in his flesh. He tried to step back, but something was wrong. A distortion began to unfold around him, as if reality itself was tearing apart.
Geminus smiled once more, his eyes glowing with a silver light.
- Geminus: "Go. See what the other side holds for you."
With a simple motion, Midoki was swallowed by a vortex of energy. Everything around him collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, he was hurled into another dimension.
Helheim. That was the name Midoki knew this place by. It was dark, cold, hot, foul, and merciless. Black mountains rose like claws from the ground, and a thick mist hung in the air, making visibility difficult. Every step he took echoed like the beating of drums in his head. Midoki could feel the weight of time pressing down on his shoulders. There, every second dragged like years. It was as if he were trapped in a temporal prison—a never-ending labyrinth where time was not just a measure, but a relentless force that crushed him.
He walked on, trying to keep his mind focused, but with every step, fatigue consumed him further.
- Midoki: "What is this place…?" – he murmured, feeling the heavy air brushing against his face.
And he knew—if he didn't find a way out soon, time would devour him.
While Midoki fought against time in Helheim, atop Mount Olympus, House of Aries, an explosive battle was unfolding. Throk and Arion of Aries were locked in a fierce clash of strength, exchanging powerful blows. The rising morning heat was becoming unbearable, and the sunlight gleamed off Arion's golden armor as he spun his Aries Spear.
- Arion: "Final Radiance!" – Arion shouted, summoning an aura of pure energy around his spear, which shone with brilliant intensity.
Throk smiled, his wild eyes locked onto his opponent. His Solar Form began to radiate intense heat, and his fists were engulfed in a blazing aura. He charged forward with blinding speed, his feet sparking across the white marble floor. His attack came direct, using his Jawbreaker technique, aiming a massive blow at Arion's jaw.
Arion, with a swift telekinetic motion, made his spear move as if it had a life of its own, blocking Throk's strike at the last second. The impact created a shockwave that rippled through the arena, causing the surrounding columns to tremble.
- Arion: "Don't think you'll defeat me that easily!" – Arion declared, spinning his spear and invoking the Sharp Spear, unleashing a series of fast, precise strikes, cutting through the air with lethal accuracy.
Throk activated his technique World Mystic Tree – Vigor of Light, radiating a golden-green aura around his body, absorbing part of the impacts with ease. With each of Arion's blows, Throk seemed to grow stronger—the energy of the Sun fueling his power, and the energy of the Mystic Tree enhancing his endurance.
The battle intensified, both warriors pushing themselves to the limit. The sun slowly climbed higher on the horizon, and with it, Throk's power surged.
- Throk: "You're strong, Arion, but you're facing something beyond your comprehension!" – Throk roared, his muscles tightening as he prepared to unleash even more of his power.
Arion, undeterred, raised his spear, and with a fluid motion, activated the Resplendent Tremor of God—a devastating strike that cracked the ground beneath them and sent waves through the atmosphere with titanic force. Pure energy rained down upon Throk like a divine lightning bolt, smashing him into the ground with such violence that the marble shattered beneath him.
But Throk rose. Slowly, yet with unwavering determination, he stood tall. Blood ran from his wounds, but his eyes were fixed on the sky—where the sun now blazed at its peak.
It was midday. The sun stood at its highest point.
Throk's body began to shine with a terrifying intensity. His Solar Form evolved before Arion's eyes—transforming into the legendary Big Sun Form. His aura expanded, wrapped in searing flames, and the power radiating from him was almost tangible.
- Arion: "What... what is this?!" – Arion exclaimed, feeling an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.
Throk now stood surrounded by a blazing golden light, and with a single hand gesture, he dispelled the energy around him.
- Throk: "Incalculable Sun!" – Throk roared, raising his hand and drawing in the pure power of the sun. He delivered a direct strike—a punch that seemed to contain the heat of a thousand suns—landing on Arion with absurd force.
Arion barely had time to react. The energy struck him fully, hurling him backward as his spear fell from his grasp. He tried to recover, but Throk was already upon him, delivering successive blows of Solar Prominence, each one more devastating than the last.
The angel dropped to his knees, overwhelmed by the orc's unrelenting power. It was as if the sun itself had descended to Earth to crush him.
Wounded and exhausted, Arion looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief.
- Arion: "That aura… it can't be…" – he murmured, finally realizing what stood before him.
Throk, now at the peak of his power, stood tall before Arion, his flaming aura radiating a light that seemed to illuminate the entire House of Aries. The orc smiled in satisfaction, knowing he had conquered this stage—but aware that the battle was far from over.