Jevil’s body pulsed with power.
A silver aura surrounded him, thick and heavy, laced with the unmistakable presence of all ten of his cards, each burning with their own energy, now completely under his control.
His power was so overwhelming that the very air around him quivered.
"So~" Jevil said, stepping forward with a leisurely grin.
As his foot touched the floor, a silver shockwave rippled outward, splitting the stone tiles beneath him like glass.
"I really wanted to see how far that Determination of yours could push you~"
"...Hm."
Sam stood silently.
He wasn’t sure what to say, what could even be said at this point?
Jevil was far beyond what he had expected.
"You’re the last of them after all," Jevil continued, voice light and teasing, "and once you’re gone... haha~"
He trailed off with a chuckle, not even bothering to finish.
But Sam already knew what he ant.
Once he fell, he guessed that sothing would happen with these beings, or even the realm itself.
"We’ll never find out what happens, so it’s fine," Sam said flatly.
His voice held no fear, just a sense of quiet resignation.
He and the [Forsaken Clone] were already in place.
But deep down, Sam could see it clearly.
He barely had a chance.
Jevil, in his new form, was wearing a full suit of glimring armor, tal forged directly from the power of the cards.
It shone silver and violet, glowing with a harsh radiance.
It was the sa suit that Grint had once tried to wear. But Grint had failed.
The armor had overwheld him, overloading his body.
Now, Jevil wore it effortlessly.
Not only did it not strain him, it seed to enhance his already monstrous abilities.
’We couldn’t even pierce through Grint’s armor...’ Sam narrowed his eyes, a cold pit forming in his stomach. ’Shit.’
Jevil’s half-smiling, half-weeping mask glowed with silver light, thick strands of aura pouring from the eyes and mouth.
Veins of dark energy crawled across the surface, spreading like cracks across a mirror.
And his weapons, he had every single one.
In one hand, he held the [Jester Hamr], massive and pulsing with force.
In the other, the [Jester Scythe], its blade jagged and oozing darkness.
Floating above his head were the ten [Jester Blades], each one twitching with anticipation.
And orbiting him slowly, like a moon circling a star, was the [Jester Beam] orb.
All of his weapons, all at once. Each at their peak. Each under perfect control.
"Well~" Jevil purred, taking another step, "Do you think you can handle this~?"
"Fuck... you..." Sam muttered, his eyes beginning to leak aura again, this ti even more than before.
He was cornered. Every single one of Jevil’s weapons was a lethal force on its own.
Together, they created sothing nearly unstoppable.
But even now... Even now, he wouldn’t give up.
[Don’t give up! Stay Determined!]
’I will never give up,’ Sam thought, shaking his head, ’Let’s do this.’
The [Hatred] in his chest was rising steadily.
The pressure of Jevil’s presence, the overwhelming danger, everything fed into it.
Jevil’s laugh exploded through the tower.
"HERE WE GO~!" he scread, spinning with mad delight, "ARE YOU WATCHING THIS~?"
Sam’s gaze sharpened at those words.
Who was he talking to? The sixth [Forsaken Lord]? Or sothing else?
He didn’t know. Didn’t care. Because in the very next instant—
Fwish! BOOM!
Jevil disappeared from view.
A blur of silver and madness as he lunged forward.
He crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, raising the [Jester Hamr] and slamming it downward with all his might.
But Sam didn’t dodge.
He planted his feet, raised the primordial sword high above his head, and blocked.
BOOM!
The hamr struck like a teor.
The ground beneath Sam cracked and split as he strained to hold his ground, the force driving into his arms like a landslide.
The stone beneath his feet fractured deeper, spiderwebbing out in all directions.
He glanced around. The entire floor was crumbling.
Not just the ground, the walls too. Cracks stretched across every inch of the top of the tower.
If this fight dragged on too long, the whole structure would collapse.
"HAHA~" Jevil lifted the hamr again and brought it crashing down once more.
Sam grunted, feeling his legs give slightly under the second blow.
But before Jevil could swing again, the [Forsaken Clone] charged in, slashing with the primordial sword.
"Nope~" Jevil smirked, effortlessly spinning the [Jester Scythe] to deflect the blow, then following up with a swift kick that knocked the clone away.
Without missing a beat, he extended his hand and launched five [Jester Blades] at both Sam and the clone.
Simultaneously, he brought the hamr down again at Sam.
’Hell no,’ Sam grunted, dodging the attack and knocking the blades away with a quick swipe of his sword.
"Co back here, you cannot win~" Jevil laughed, hamr slamming into the floor over and over.
Each strike sent tremors through the tower, shaking it violently.
Sam was constantly moving, dodging, deflecting, just barely staying alive.
But each ti he deflected a hit, it sent him skidding backward.
"Gargh..." Sam coughed, blood staining his lips, "Fuck you..."
Jevil’s expression changed slightly.
He stepped forward slowly.
"Don’t give that look," he said, suddenly more serious, "You think your kind were rciful when—"
Before he could finish, the [Forsaken Clone] lunged again, blade raised high.
"Stop trying," Jevil roared, swinging his scythe to intercept.
But this ti, the clone dodged the scythe entirely.
Its expression was calm, almost joyful.
With glowing aura surrounding its form, it surged forward, charged the sword, and swung.
SLASH!
A deep wound tore across Jevil’s chest.
His eyes widened.
"You..." he growled.
Sam stared, stunned.
Even when they had faced Grint wearing the sa armor, they couldn’t hurt him.
But now? Sohow, their combined strength was enough to damage Jevil through it.
’Is that the power of [Determination]?’ Sam wondered. ’Or did my affinities just grow strong enough to adjust?’
Whatever the answer was, it didn’t matter.
Jevil raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
The [Jester Beam] orb began to pulse, then fired a massive blast of energy toward Sam and the clone.
At the sa ti, he launched more [Jester Blades] and then lunged forward himself, swinging both hamr and scythe at the clone.
The clone didn’t dodge. It didn’t resist.
It simply turned to Sam one last ti, smiling like it always had.
[Hatred fuels your soul, it’s ti to end this =)]
Fwish! Slam! Ding!
[Your "Forsaken Clone" has been killed.]
The cooldown of [I Always Co Back] was once per day. aning that it couldn’t revive.
Jevil turned slowly. His steps were calm now. Tired of playing.
"Alright," he said, pointing the scythe at Sam, "You’re the only one left now."
He grinned, mask glowing again.
"It’s over."
Sam, despite the chaos, had managed to block the [Jester Beam] in ti.
But now, Jevil was rushing at him again.
Fwish! Slam!
Sam moved as fast as he could.
Blocking the scythe.
Deflecting the hamr.
Dodging the blades flying at him.
His determination flared, pushing him to his limits.
But even then... Even then, he made a mistake.
BOOM!
The [Jester Hamr] struck him square in the chest, sending him flying into the wall.
"Argh..." Sam groaned, vision blurred, bones aching.
He tried to stand.
Jevil approached, step by step.
"The end of your journey is here, Primordial~" he laughed, "And you do not deserve to say any final words."
Jevil raised the hamr again, ready to crush him once and for all.
But Sam looked up.
And in that mont... The hatred within him finally reached its peak.
His eyes flooded with crimson aura, thick, suffocating, and overflowing.
Jevil paused. Only for a split second. But it was enough.
Sam’s vision turned white.
And then—
Ding!
[You have summoned a "Star of Hatred".]
[Deal with him, Primordial =)]
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