Scene: The Cathedral Rooftop, beneath the bleeding sky.
Rain pounded down like falling daggers. The ancient statues of long-forgotten saints cracked and crumbled under the pressure. The storm wasn't natural—it was called, summoned by rage and grief.
Drevan stood at one end of the rooftop, cloaked in abyssal black, eyes like dying stars. His blade, Mourneclipse, pulsed with voidfire.
Adexander stood opposite, still and silent, the Bloodborne Fangblade in his grip. But this was different from every other battle.
This one hurt.
This one mattered.
Kael and Velessia watched from below, held back by the weight of something ancient and divine—like even the world itself knew not to interfere.
Drevan:
"You always did think you were right. That your crown made you righteous."
Adexander:
"I never claimed to be righteous. Only necessary."
Drevan's expression cracked, a snarl forming.
Drevan:
"She loved you too, you know. She forgave you. Even when she died for you.
But me? I never could."
He vanished. Shadows swallowed the rooftop.
And then—
CLASH.
Blades met with a quake that shattered the cathedral spire. Crimson arcs danced against black lightning. Each strike wasn't just steel—it was memory, betrayal, regret.
Adexander:
"Then stop whining and fight."
He drove forward. Fangblade swept in a brutal arc, carving the sky open. Drevan countered, Mourneclipse splitting the air like reality itself was a thread.
System Alert: Sibling Resonance Detected.
> [Blood-Bond Modifier Activated: +30% Damage | +30% Emotion Sync]
[Warning: Emotional Overload—Cognitive Collapse Risk: 61%]
Their powers synced and collided. The world bent under the weight of their emotions.
A flicker—memory.
Flashback (Mid-Fight):
Younger Adexander and Drevan, laughing in a ruined keep. Lysira spinning a knife in her hand, teasing them both.
A promise made.
Drevan (Now):
"She died believing you'd protect us all. And look what you've become."
Adexander (Now):
"I became what I had to. So you didn't have to."
Another collision. The rooftop cracked and fell away—sending them both plummeting through stained-glass into the cathedral below.
They rose in the shattered light, bleeding. Breathing hard.
And yet, both smiled. Bitter. Wounded. Resolute.
Drevan:
"I'm going to break you, brother."
Adexander:
"Then come break a king."