As the battle raged on, Luz felt the weight of the war on his shoulders. If Den won today, everything would be over. He would have failed as a light descendant.
But no—he couldn't let that happen. He gripped his Sword of Light tighter and stood his ground.
On the other side, Munfa led his people into battle, fighting to protect their home. Den and Luz locked eyes once again.
"This is over, brother. No more," Den said, his voice filled with confidence. "Surrender now."
Luz stood tall. "Never!"
They clashed. Blades sparked as they fought with everything they had. In just minutes, Luz saw an opening—his sword slashed through Den's arm!
Den staggered back, blood dripping. Luz raised his sword to finish him, but—
A dark blur shot forward!
The clone of Luz appeared, striking Luz hard and sending him flying!
Den, despite his injury, started laughing. "You really thought you could defeat me?" he mocked.
Luz gritted his teeth, struggling to get up. The clone rushed at him again.
Ino ran to help, but the clone was too fast. It caught Ino's kick and threw him aside like nothing.
Meanwhile, Munfa faced Hook.
Hook smirked. He summoned multiple clones and attacked from all sides.
But Munfa was faster. He weaved through them, his kunai flashing. One by one, the clones fell, disappearing into thin air.
The clone of Luz stood nearby, watching as Luz slowly pushed himself up, weak and breathing heavily.
Den smirked through his pain. Even though he was injured, he still had the upper hand.
"This is the end, Luz," Den mocked.
Luz clenched his fists. He refused to fall.