{Opening Scene – The Final Two}
The battlefield lay broken—earth scorched, trees shattered, the air itself trembling.
The jungle was silent.
Smoke curled from distant craters. Burned vines twitched in the breeze. Ten cameras floated in the air, focused now on one point:
Two figures.
Jin-Seok. Zephyr.
Everyone else was down.
Noah, collapsed—grinning even in defeat. Joshua, unconscious—his chest slowly rising. Zayna and Evara, defeated. Dante vs. Rokhan—finished. Lucien—hiding who knows where. Elina chasing Kaleon across the terrain.
And now—the final two.
Zephyr stood at the center, body wrapped in radiant heat.
Golden scales shimmered along his arms and shoulders, glowing faintly with each breath.
His golden eyes narrowed as his aura pulsed, cracking the stone beneath his feet.
On the other side—
Jin-Seok exhaled once, lazily adjusting his grip.
Jin-Seok's eyes glinted—a faint, eerie violet shimmer in their depths.
> Zephyr: "Took your time."
Jin-Seok: "Thanks for waiting."
Zephyr (shrugs): "You were worth waiting for."
"So. You were hiding your power too."
Jin-Seok: "Why don't you see for yourself?"
{Clash Begins}
Both moved at once.
[10:45]
A shockwave cracked the air as their fists collided—Jin-Seok's reinforced strength against Zephyr's dragon-forged blows.
Both staggered, but neither gave ground.
Jin-Seok spun, lashing out with a low kick—Zephyr blocked, retaliated with a fiery palm strike.
Counter. Dash. Slam.
Fist met fist.
Zephyr launched forward, spinning mid-air, his kick blazing with heat.
Jin-Seok ducked under it, sliding across the ground and countering with an uppercut that slammed into Zephyr's jaw.
[09:30]
Zephyr flipped back, landing in a crouch, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.
> Zephyr: "Heh. Not bad…"
They charged again.
[Timer: 09:00 Remaining]
Zephyr began to dominate.
His heat intensified. Every strike began to sear the air.
Even blocking began to burn. Jin-Seok gritted his teeth—kept up. But was pushed.
He took a solid hit to the side.
Then another—knocked through a tree.
> Zephyr: "Don't tell me this is the limit of your strength?"
> Jin-Seok (wiping blood): "Not even close."
[Timer: 08:32 Remaining]
Jin-Seok shifted.
His form moved faster. Reflex Sync activated to the fullest.
He read Zephyr's momentum—began predicting it.
Countered a claw. Landed two hits. Slipped under a sweep. Elbowed Zephyr in the ribs.
Momentum shifted.
Now Zephyr was on the defensive.
Jin-Seok charged again—faster now, reckless. His fists blurred, landing blow after blow.
Zephyr weaved through most, blocking a few.
Then—
> CRACK—
Zephyr's scale-covered arm began to fissure, heat seeping from his body in waves.
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{VIP Chamber Reactions}
Zara leaned forward, eyes sharp.
Daman Zhokul's brow furrowed with excitement.
Lyra Varnok crossed her arms, watching closely:
> Lyra: "Zephyr's slowing down…"
Azhrel showed no emotion. (Zephyr is his nephew.) Calm and silent, still watching.
> Zara: "Who do you think will win?" (looks at Azhrel)
Azhrel: "It doesn't matter who wins or loses now. Both are giving their all—that's what matters."
(Daman and Lyra nod, watching the battle unfold.)
They hadn't expected the fights to reach this level.
They were fighting like veterans who had survived countless wars.
One thing was certain—the Tower wouldn't be the same when these two started climbing.
> Zara: "Are you sure? Do you think both are giving their all?"
Daman: "What, so Zephyr's not using full power yet? Yes—that's why he's defending and saving his energy to finish it."
Azhrel: "No. It's the other way around. Jin-Seok isn't showing his full power. Zephyr is giving everything—and he's already pushing past his limits. He won't last much longer if he can't finish Jin-Seok soon."
Lyra: "Did you forget? Zephyr's been fighting one opponent after another since the start of the Trial. His last opponent was Noah, who gave everything. Zephyr's nearly exhausted—but he's hiding it well."
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{Turning Point}
Back in the ring, Jin-Seok parried a downward strike—then drove his fist into Zephyr's gut.
Zephyr skidded back, panting.
His movements weren't as sharp.
Not as crisp.
His body was slowing, inch by inch.
> Jin-Seok: "You've been fighting non-stop since the start, haven't you?"
Zephyr didn't respond—just charged again, this time roaring, dragon-blood flaring one last time.
His fist ignited, slamming into Jin-Seok's shoulder.
But—
Jin-Seok didn't move.
He just turned his head.
> Jin-Seok: "I'm still full, you know. And this… isn't what I wanted."
[08:30]
Jin-Seok began to press forward.
For the first time—Zephyr was forced on the defensive.
Punch. Parry. Kick. Sweep. Counter. Step-in elbow.
Jin-Seok's movements were clean—terrifying in their simplicity.
Zephyr tried to fire one last haymaker—
> CRACK!
His scales shattered along his right arm.
The pain staggered him.
A final, brutal combo.
One punch to the ribs. One to the jaw.
A spinning heel kick that lifted Zephyr off the ground—
And finally, a palm strike that launched him across the clearing.
The dust settled.
But Zephyr didn't fall.
He stood—bloodied, arms trembling, breathing ragged—but still standing.
---
{Back to the Clearing – Jin-Seok Calm, Composed}
Zephyr's arms dropped slightly—his breath like steam, body glowing faintly from residual heat.
> Jin-Seok (softly): "Still standing, huh?"
Zephyr didn't answer.
But his knees bent just a little more.
The gap was finally showing.
And everyone watching could feel it—
The tides had shifted.
The final king was falling.
One by one, the rest of the Golden Generation slowly regained consciousness.
They blinked.
They saw Zephyr losing.
And every one of them—bruised, battered, confused—had only one thought:
> "What… the hell is Jin-Seok?"
---
{Reaction Shots – Golden Generation}
🌪️ Noah sat cross-legged, still bleeding from the lip, watching with a childlike grin.
> Noah:
"Oof. Z's getting cooked."
"I knew Jin-Jin was strong… but didn't think he'd overwhelm Z."
"Should've used full power from the start…"
(pauses, then shrugs)
"Ah well. It's fine. This is actually kinda fun."
---
🔥 Dante (wiping blood off his forehead, laughing softly)
> Dante:
"Dude. These two… are monsters."
"Can't believe I gotta wait to fight them."
(his grin widens)
"If I wasn't half-dead, I'd jump in right now, I swear!"
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⚔️ Rokhan, kneeling nearby with his blade planted in the ground, silently observed.
> Rokhan (quietly):
"So this is the true peak."
"He really fooled us. All that goofiness… was just cover."
"He's a monster."
"One day… I'll stand between them. As their equal."
---
🩸 Evara, face twisted in rage, fists trembling.
> Evara:
"He held back against me…? Me?"
"And toyed with us."
"He didn't even consider us threats… what a bastard."
(Her voice dropped to a whisper)
"I won't forget this humiliation. Jin-Seok… you'll regret underestimating House Umbrea."
---
🌹 Zayna, in her non-berserk timid state, peeked from behind Evara.
> Zayna (whispering):
"H-He didn't even look tired…"
She stared at the battlefield like it wasn't real.
Like the Jin-Seok out there… wasn't the same boy who grinned, joked, and played around while fighting them.
> Her lips parted, whispering to no one:
"W-Was he… serious at all back then…?"
She hugged her knees tighter as another shockwave rippled out.
Her body flinched instinctively—even though the danger wasn't aimed at her.
> She whispered again, quieter this time—like the truth itself scared her:
"If he wanted to… he could've crushed us."
---
🌲 Lucien, hiding far away in a hollowed-out tree, watched with wide, horrified eyes.
> Lucien (whispering rapidly to himself):
"Okay. Okay. You know what? Good call, Lucien. Great call."
"I knew rushing into fights was stupid."
"Those two are monsters in human skin. Literal monsters."
(He shivered in his tattered cloak)
"Why didn't anyone tell me there'd be demons and dragons in this damn Trial?!"
> "That idiot was joking around when he fought others. Joking. Do you know how disrespectful that is to my survival anxiety?!"
---
🌀 Joshua sat upright amidst the wreckage of battle.
His body was bruised, his uniform torn, and his knuckles still raw.
Dirt clung to his sweat-soaked skin. His chest rose and fell—slow, steady. Controlled.
But his eyes…
His eyes were alive.
They burned—not with jealousy or anger—but with clarity.
> He said nothing. Just watched the fight unfold without blinking—like a soldier engraving every movement into memory.
> His fingers curled slowly around a snapped twig beside him. It cracked faintly under his grip.
> He exhaled. One long, calm breath. His face was stone, unreadable—but inside, calculations never stopped.
> Not once did his gaze shift. It locked onto Jin-Seok, tracking every motion like a hunter studying a rival predator.
> He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
But his presence whispered one unspoken truth—
> "Next time, I'll be ready."
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{End of the Fight}
🐉 Back to Zephyr – battered, but still standing.
> Zephyr: "Heh… That was fun."
Jin-Seok stood over him. Exhaled slowly.
> Jin-Seok: "You were strong."
He offered Zephyr a hand.
Zephyr took it.
The final fight was over.