The bunker trembled under the weight of their clash—walls cracking, sparks flying from shattered conduits.
Riku and Akuma moved like hurricanes locked in a deadly dance, fists smashing metal and stone.
Suddenly, Akuma's eyes locked onto the figure of the Riku clone that had been darting through the fight with flawless precision.
A cruel grin spread across Akuma's face.
"This one… ends here."
He surged forward with brutal speed, closing the gap in an instant.
His fist rocketed through the air, connecting with a deafening crack against the clone's jaw.
The clone's body spun violently, slamming against the bunker wall with bone-shattering force.
Dust and debris exploded outward.
Akuma stood over the fallen form, chest heaving, eyes fierce.
He looked down at the motionless figure.
For a heartbeat, silence.
Then Akuma spoke, voice low and triumphant.
"Finally... you fall."
Behind him, the real Riku watched silently, calculating, waiting.
But to Akuma, the fight was over.
He believed he had struck down his true adversary.
And so the shadows of the battle shifted…
But the war? Far from finished.