Both blows landed cleanly—face against face.
The thunderous crash that followed that brutal collision echoed through every corner of the coliseum, as if the very structure itself had groaned in pain.
Both heads snapped back at the same time.
Blood burst from Morgan's nose and mouth, a thick spray staining his chest and the ground beneath him.
Kalista's icy mask, on the other hand, cracked— a fracture running across it like an omen.
For a second, it seemed as if both had been knocked unconscious.
Their bodies fell backward… flat on their backs.
But no.
At the same time—like beasts refusing to die—they regained consciousness and lunged forward again, colliding once more.
More blood poured from Morgan's face.
His eyes rolled white.
His teeth clenched in a savage, unnatural grimace.
Kalista's mask began to shatter into fragments.
Then the exchange began.
Blow after blow.
No retreat.
No breathing.
Taking hits and returning them.
All technique, all strategy, vanished.
Nothing remained but a primitive, violent, animalistic exchange—one that would not stop until one of them lay dead or unconscious.
Morgan's face was increasingly drenched in blood… yet he did not stop.
Kalista, however, began throwing slower punches.
The cooling of her body was advancing far too quickly.
—I can't… I can't lose… I can't… if I lose, I'll have nothing… I'll lose everything I worked so hard to build… I can't lose to a bastard like him.
(Kalista thought, frustrated, as she threw and received blows.)
Morgan's wounds bled more and more.
Too much.
His body was beginning to give in.
For some reason, the regeneration granted by his axolotl status was slow… far too slow.
—it hurts… it hurts so much… BUT I WANT TO WIN, I WANT TO WIN!
(Morgan screamed inside his mind.)
Emotions were at their breaking point.
The fight had turned into a slaughter.
Zarathoz's nerves were shattered.
Ursa bit her nails until her fingers bled.
The king watched in absolute silence.
Mazlan, Reika, and Seika were on the edge of their seats.
Helios smiled, ecstatic.
Goro and Braken waited anxiously for the outcome.
Luzbel trembled.
Her chest ached.
Fear of how it would all end pushed her to the brink of collapse.
Princess Amon stood with her arms crossed, unmoved… waiting.
In the tunnel, Galahad trembled as he clung tightly to Satana.
Her heart pounded violently as she forced herself to remain steady.
—everything I've been through… all the pain… all the effort… all the humiliation I suffered to be here… I can't lose… I promised I would make my clan's name great… I won't let this bastard steal everything from me.
(Kalista thought angrily, recalling her past.)
—I'M GOING TO WIIIIIN!
(Kalista screamed through tears.)
Kalista threw a monstrous punch.
The ice covering her hand shattered completely.
That blow came from the deepest part of her soul.
The bones in her own hand broke.
Morgan's jaw shattered.
His nose was crushed to pieces.
Several teeth flew free.
His knees buckled, on the verge of collapse…
but he forced himself upright through sheer willpower.
—ah… it hurts… it hurts so much… but I can't lose here… I promised them… I can't break another promise.
In his mind appeared the image of the woman from his nightmares.
Bleeding wrists.
Scribbles covering her face.
—not one more!!
(Morgan screamed within himself.)
Another image surfaced.
A person with a grotesque head wound, filthy clothes, a shattered body, their face covered in scribbles.
Both images were glitched, broken, as if his mind refused to remember them.
—I want to do this for myself… I want this to mean something… here… now… I'll take a step toward that reality… I can't lose… I'm going to win… I'm going to win.
(Morgan thought, fighting not to fall.)
His aura concentrated around his neck and head.
And then…
The headbutt.
—AHHHHH!
(Morgan screamed with his entire being.)
The impact was brutal.
Chest against chest.
Kalista's bones shattered, fragmenting.
Her body no longer responded.
She saw Morgan's head drawing closer… unable to dodge.
Her heart stopped.
She began to fall.
Galahad smiled, almost crying.
Satana breathed in relief.
Victory seemed certain.
Zarathoz closed his eyes and sighed.
Ursa, however, was pale.
—well… it looks like this is alrea—
Helios tried to speak.
—no… not yet.
The king's voice interrupted her.
Everyone turned.
Kalista, mere centimeters from the ground, forced herself upright with the last of her strength.
She lunged at Morgan.
Wrapped her legs around his waist.
Clutched him with her arms.
The mask opened.
Frozen jaws.
Sharp teeth.
She bit.
Morgan's neck.
The frozen jaw shattered trying to pierce his skin, but her own teeth managed to sink in.
Kalista clung to him like a beast.
Eyes rolled back.
Growls.
Blood mixing in her mouth.
Morgan roared in pain and fury.
He tried to tear her off… he couldn't.
He had lost too much blood.
There was no strength left.
Only desperation.
—no… I can't get her off… damn it… damn it.
(Morgan thought, losing consciousness.)
His movements slowed.
—damn it… damn it damn it…
Finally, his body gave in.
He fell to his knees.
Kalista did not let go.
—I don't want to lose… I don't want to lose.
Morgan thought of them.
Of the promise.
Tears fell.
—damn it… damn it… dam—
His arms dropped.
Consciousness faded.
Luzbel was left in shock.
Zarathoz lowered his head.
Ursa burst into laughter.
—I WON, I WON, I WON, I FINALLY FUCKED YOU OVER!
Galahad collapsed to the ground.
—no… this can't be…
Satana whispered, broken.
—you said you wouldn't lose… you promised…
Ursa shouted triumphantly.
Amon stepped forward.
—well… I suppose it's over. I will announce the winner of this match.
(Amon said, her voice serious and restrained.)
—yes, please go ahead, Your Majesty. Nothing would make us happier.
(Ursa replied, overflowing with pride and satisfaction.)
Amon stepped to the edge of the balcony and raised her voice so the entire coliseum could hear.
—very well. This matter has been resolved. The conflict between two of our members has finally ended and will be buried within the sacred grounds of our coliseum.
Today, we have witnessed how two of our brothers and sisters have settled their differences in a fair and equal manner, under the laws of honor, strength, and civilization that govern us.
Kalista finally released Morgan.
She stopped biting him.
Her body was shattered, exhausted, at its limit…
but she smiled.
A twisted, disbelieving, victorious smile.
—I won… damn it… I won.
(She thought, a mix of relief and euphoria.)
The tension left her shoulders.
For the first time in a long while, she felt something close to peace.
—and so it is my duty to announce, before everyone, who the victor of this match is.
Kalista closed her eyes and smiled, waiting to hear her name.
Then she felt it.
Arms wrapping around her waist.
Her smile vanished.
She looked down, incredulous.
It was Morgan.
The entire coliseum fell silent.
He had already fallen.
He had lost consciousness.
And yet… there he was, holding her.
Amon froze.
Kalista raised her gaze, desperation and fury twisting her face.
She looked at Morgan, trembling.
Through growls, with a broken voice and barely conscious, he managed to say:
—it's my turn.
Morgan's aura returned for an instant—shaking, unstable… but real.
With a low, almost animal growl, he lifted Kalista with what little strength he had left.
—SON OF A BIT—
She didn't finish.
Morgan arched backward, lifting Kalista's massive body over his head, and executed the Northern Lights Suplex.
The impact was horrifying.
Kalista's neck and spine slammed violently, unnaturally, into the ground with a dry crack that froze everyone's blood.
Her head bounced.
Her spine bent beyond its limit.
The coliseum floor shattered completely, cracking in all directions as Kalista's body was buried beneath the rubble, motionless.
Absolute silence.
Kalista was unconscious.
At last…
the fight had come to an end.
End of the chapter.
Next chapter: What will your wish be?