Their clashes tore the island apart—storms swallowing the sky, waves carving trenches through the land, lightning burning everything to ash. With every collision, Emka sank deeper into ruin… until it became the desolate country remembered today.
Jozu laughed like a mad god, swinging his axe with murderous delight.
"Die already!"
Uzoj answered with a fierce grin, teeth bared like a beast unbroken.
"I shall not die!"
BOOM!
Axe met spear, thunder exploded outward, and bolts rained across Emka. The island flattened piece by piece, while the sea rose in towering walls, trying to deflect the storm tearing the heavens apart.
And still—somehow—the island endured, despite the fact that it should've been obliterated long ago.
Jozu raised his arm to the sky, summoning the yellow lightning that coiled into his hand like a living serpent. With a roar, he hurled it at Uzoj.
THUD!
Lightning struck where Uzoj stood—
—except Uzoj had already vanished, the ocean rising above the island in a massive swell.
"You're nothing, Jozu," Uzoj's voice echoed through the storm.
Jozu countered immediately, deflecting the tidal surge with a blast of thunder. The two forces clashed again, both men fully unleashing their monstrous power—
—and with each blow, Emka's fate edged closer to extinction.
Just when it seemed this nightmare would never end, when the people of Emka could no longer hope for salvation…
A figure appeared.
A presence so overwhelming that even the storm hesitated.