The signs of celebration began to spread throughout the city, and voices rose like waves crashing against the walls. In the central square, a grand platform was erected with three huge chairs, and everyone waited expectantly for the moment the clan leaders would appear.
Suddenly, falcon feathers fell from the sky, swirling in the air in the middle of the square before coming together. It wasn't long before they disappeared, and from the light emerged the lord of the Dawn Clan. He advanced with calm steps, ascended to the platform, and sat on one of the chairs. The shouts of his clan erupted, chanting their leader's name:
"Diaku!"
Meanwhile, at the end of the city, on top of a tall house, a young man stood watching the scene with a sharp eye. He was the same young man who stood behind Diakos when they met with the lord of the Golden Sword Clan.
He said, staring at Narvik, who was standing near the steps of the platform:
"Hmm... that boy is strong... even stronger than me."
Baran emerged from behind the stairs, looked at the young man on the roof, and said:
"This is not good... he is our age, but he also possesses terrifying strength."
The young man was not surprised by their words; instead, he scrutinized them.
Then the air vibrated again, and rose petals began to flutter in the sky above the square, spinning before gathering and disappearing. From them emerged the lord of the Green Sword Clan.
He was not alone; beside him appeared a young girl the same age as Baran and Narvik—a vision of beauty so great that everyone gasped in astonishment, and voices rose from everywhere. She was the city's princess, the most beautiful within it, with green rose petals swirling around her.
The lord of the Green Sword Clan advanced towards Baran and Narvik and said:
"The fight will begin now. Narvik, Baran, and with you, Diaso... you will face the lord of the Golden Sword Clan. As for me, I will fight Diaku, and my daughter will be with me."
Then he ascended to the platform and took the middle seat. Moments later, the lord of the Golden Sword Clan emerged from the heart of the square, possessing an angry, awe-inspiring presence. The shouts of the people rose:
"Kiando! Kiando!"
And when the three seats on the platform were filled by the most powerful figures, silence began to return little by little.
Diaku said, looking towards Kiando:
"I haven't seen your son today."
Kiando trembled slightly and replied in a disturbed voice:
"I sent him on a mission... he will return soon."
Diaku smiled coldly:
"It doesn't matter... it's no longer important now."
No sooner had he finished his sentence than a massive explosion echoed above the platform, causing chaos and sending everyone fleeing. At the same moment, the warriors of the Green Sword Clan drew their swords and launched their attack.
The lord of the Green Sword Clan said, drawing his sword and pointing it towards Diaku:
"Oi... it seems you've become stronger than before. But during the three years you disappeared... I wasn't idle. I was training too."
Diaku replied coldly:
"Hmm... even if you've become stronger... do you really think you can defeat both of us, Jasour?"
Those around him were shocked.
"What?! His real name is Jasour?! No one knows his name... how did Diaku know?"
As for Jasour himself, he scrutinized them both and said to himself:
"Diaku... he is the real problem. As for Kiando, he is injured."
Green energy flowed from Jasour's sword, his grip tightened, and he launched directly towards Kiando. Before he could get close enough to finish him, Diaku suddenly appeared and blocked his attack with his hand, pushing Jasour backward.
Diaku stood, with the number seven glowing on his forehead.
He then launched towards Jasour, and the battle between them erupted—one with a sword, the other with his bare fist.
As for Kiando, he raised his hand to prepare for an attack, but before he could move, the air in front of him froze, and Narvik burst out from among the ice, immediately beginning his assault.
Ice shards spread around him, heading towards Kiando.
Kiando smiled coldly and raised his hand, shattering the ice in one go. But at the same moment, a flash of black lightning appeared behind him—that was Baran.
And Narvik launched from the front, forming a crushing dual attack together.