Amidst the raging flames and a sky painted in shades of red and purple, Wu Xianying descended from the hill, her black-and-gold cloak billowing like a shadow of death. This time, however, she was not alone. Behind her, five figures clad in battle armor advanced with steady steps—five of the strongest generals of Qihuang Shin, known as the “Five War Dragons,” whose names sent shivers down every battlefield.

  Fitran stood alone before the half-charred gate, his hair and cloak whipping in the heat. The air around him trembled, a spiral of black-purple magic swirling around him like a crown of destruction.

  Wu Xianying gave a small signal with her palm. “Ah, Fitran Fate,” she began mockingly, “do you still hope to escape your destiny? Today, my five generals will ensure your name becomes nothing more than a bad legend of Yamato.”

  Fitran raised an eyebrow, his life a struggle between pride and fear. “A bad legend? Perhaps you should be the one worried, Xianying. I will not fall. Today, your power will face a costly lesson,” he declared firmly.

  The first general, Guan Ruoyang—tall, imposing, armed with a spear of lightning, his gaze fierce like a storm—shook his head. “You don’t understand, Fitran. Your name is not feared; it’s all just empty talk.”

  “My words are not empty if they can make you tremble,” Fitran replied, his eyes gleaming. “I’ve heard of the land you illuminate with lightning, but remember, without a master, that lightning is just wild.”

  Guan Ruoyang leaped forward, the electric spear striking. “Let’s see!” he shouted, launching his attack. Fitran countered with a purple spiral, deflecting the lightning until it exploded in the air. “Lightning and spirals, both possess their own beauty, don’t they?”

  “All that beauty will be crushed beneath the sky of Qihuang Shin!” roared Guan Ruoyang, his voice rumbling, shaking the ground.

  “Lightning is nothing without a guide,” Fitran replied coldly, challenging him with a sharp gaze, “And I will not let your wrath consume this world. My magic is not merely an obstruction; it is protection!”

  “Zhang Feiyun!” Fitran called out with a booming voice, challenging every word. “The blazing fire in your hands is nothing more than a tool of destruction that you mistake for power.”

  The second general, his face reflecting pride, spoke mockingly, “You should know, Fitran. Fire only waits to burn the weak, and you—you are the only one left among us.”

  “You think my wrath will only scorch myself?” Fitran answered, calmness on his face, a void spiral swirling around his hand. “My magic is emptiness. You will find no place to hide!”

  “You underestimate the power that threatens you!” Zhang laughed, throwing a fireball that split the ground with a thunderous boom. “I am the fire, and you will become ash, Fitran!”

  “Look!” Fitran shouted, directing his void spiral upward to absorb Zhang’s power. “This world is tired of promises of fire! Emptiness is my answer, and I will claim victory!”

  Ma Shulian, who stood behind them, called out as a warning, “Two warriors trapped in fire and dust, you will destroy each other! Know this, the storm is a new awakening!”

  “How dare you interrupt!?” Zhang threatened coldly, his demeanor sharp. “You will find yourself in the shards of the wind!”

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  “While you fight for power, I will gather the strength of emptiness.” Fitran replied confidently, his black spiral absorbing every wind that approached him. “The only thing that will lift me is not the arm of power, but true emptiness!”

  Zhao Yunliang, sensing the tense atmosphere, stepped forward with a whip of water in his hand, “Can the power of water wash you away? Or will you only receive defeat?”

  “Try it! Your water power means nothing in the face of emptiness!” Fitran challenged, his void spiral glowing, ready to face anything. “You are all too trapped in destiny!”

  “You are trapped in an illusion!” Zhao Yunliang countered, his spirit ablaze. “The flood comes to wash you away, and that is a sin you cannot avoid!”

  Fitran raised both hands high, “I will not be submerged in darkness, Zhao Yunliang! My void spiral will absorb all water and free us from your grip!” He felt the power flowing, “This is not just a battle; it is a battle of souls!”

  “Do you think you can defy destiny?!” shouted Huang Zhongsheng, his eyes gleaming sharply. “We are the guardians of this era. One strike, and you will be destroyed!” He aimed a magical arrow at the sky, channeling an ancient incantation. “One, two, three! Bring them down!”

  Thousands of glowing arrows shot forth, and Fitran added, “You forget the power of hope! As long as there are those who fight for life, we will not surrender!”

  The five generals united, Wu Xianying’s voice echoed, “Unite, everyone! Combine our powers! Do not let the Voidwright drown the name we carry!”

  Fitran grasped the void spiral in the air, inspired by the fighting spirit of his comrades, “I will stand at the forefront! Do not let a single arrow breach this fortress!”

  Huang Zhongsheng laughed cynically, “Fool! Your voice of awakening will only be drowned by the tears of defeat!”

  “We will not ignite tears,” Fitran shouted, “We will create a current of revival! Let us shatter your defenses now!”

  The five generals cheered, charging their magical powers, “Our energy is united!”

  “The sky will split, and the world will witness!” cried Wu Xianying, as the energies of lightning, fire, wind, water, and light converged into a terrifying magical vortex. “Destroy the Voidwright!”

  A thunderous roar erupted, and Fitran prepared himself, “If this is the end, then I will fight until my last drop of blood!”

  Nobuzan shouted from the tower, “Fitran! Don’t let hope fade! We still believe! Our child must not fall in this wave!”

  Hana clutched her children, her voice piercing, “Fitran! Come back to us! You are our light!”

  Takeshi gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with acceptance, “Fight, Fitran! We need you now more than ever!”

  Mira raised her sword, determined, “We will fight together! All of Yamato stands with you!”

  With a surge of will, Fitran cried out, “We do not stand alone! We are a wave that will not be silenced, and if anyone is to sink, it will be our enemies!”

  He raised both hands high, the glowing void spiral cleaving through the incoming wave of magic, “Let us face this storm together! Prove that we do not yield!”

  Wu Xianying screamed, “Now, Fitran! Show whether your name deserves to be written in blood or ash!”

  “I will prove it, Wu!” Fitran shouted, raising both hands high. “Let the power of the Voidwright flow and prove who truly deserves it!”

  As the void spiral ignited, Fitran challenged, “Are you ready to witness the demise of these hopeless generals?”

  The energies of the five generals collided with the power of the Voidwright, creating an explosion that shook the sky. “We will not retreat!” one of the generals shouted, his face ablaze. “Yamato stands on the brink of destruction, and you will be trapped in this vortex!”

  “You are mistaken!” Fitran retorted, his voice full of spirit. “Those who retreat are the ones who do not believe in true strength!”

  The ground beneath them cracked, and Fitran’s voice thundered, “This is the time to prove who is stronger, the ambitious generals!”

  “You will feel our might!” challenged another general, his fiery eyes glaring. “We come to demand retribution! No one will harm Yamato!”

  “But you must pay the price,” Fitran continued, “for every action has its consequences. Anyone who fights me will witness the ruins of their civilization!”

  And—amidst the roar of destruction, Fitran and the five generals stood, challenging each other, “Our powers will clash, but remember: only one will stand last!”

  “Then prepare to accept defeat!” shouted the last general, his eyes shining with determination. “Yamato will not fall today!”

  Their powers danced among fire, water, wind, lightning, and emptiness, creating a symphony of chaos and destruction. “In this storm,” Fitran rhymed, “only the honesty of the soul will determine who goes and who remains.”