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Chapter 163: The Clash of True and Twisted Bonds

The shockwave tore the clouds open—sending cracks through the arena floor.

Yet neither side was pushed back.

It was now a clash of equals.
True love vs. twisted love.
Same synchronization... but different hearts.

And Legend watched, eyes narrowed.
"Now it begins. The war of bonds."

The green-pink swirl of Safari and Angeleva's unity clashed violently with the corrupted storm of Gregory and Patricia.

For a moment, the battlefield trembled—equal forces locked in a blinding clash of ideals and power. But then...

Crack.

A sharp sound split the air.

Safari's hammer was thrown back.
Angeleva's wings bent from the shockwave.
Their unity faltered—just a breath. But it was enough.

Gregory surged forward, mace spinning.
"Devil Mace Barrage!"
Each swing struck with precision, not wild power—calculated destruction.

Patricia floated behind, calm and cruel.
"Fairy Scatter Shot!"
A dozen corrupted arrows rained down like meteors, weaving perfectly around Gregory's swings.

Safari blocked one mace hit—then two—then—smash!
The third struck him in the ribs, launching him across the ground.

Angeleva conjured her Fairy Barrier, but Patricia's shots curved around it, hitting her from every angle.
She cried out, stumbling to one knee.

The crowd watching from the God Sphere screamed—
Tyra pounded the glass. "No—NO! You were winning!"

Olive gritted her teeth. "They're... too perfectly coordinated."

Gregory and Patricia advanced—never separating. Their eyes glowed with matching purpose.

"That's the thing," Patricia said coldly.
"You can imitate synchronization... but living it? That's different."

Gregory raised his mace again.
"You amplify each other. That's cute. We complete each other."

Safari rose slowly.
"Damn it... I thought... we were enough."

Angeleva's voice was quiet but steady.
"We are. But we're still doing it our way. Maybe that's not enough against them..."

Gregory's laugh echoed across the battlefield.
"See? This is why we said it'd be fun. Give them hope... then crush it."

Patricia twirled her bow, stepping closer, eyes gleaming with venomous glee.
"You're strong, sure. But you're still afraid."

Safari clenched his fist.
"I'm not afraid of you."

"No," Patricia replied. "You're afraid of her."

Angeleva blinked, startled.

Gregory leaned on his mace.
"You haven't let her see all of you, Safari. And she's done the same. You hold back, protect each other from your darkest sides, your real limits."

Patricia added, "And that's your flaw. Our love? It doesn't hide. It embraces everything—flaws, sins, scars."
She leaned into Gregory again. "We're monsters. But we're monsters together."

Safari looked at Angeleva, his breath heavy.
He remembered the battles they'd fought...
The enemies they'd conquered...
But also the arguments, the fear of losing her, of showing her how deep his rage and scars went.

"Angeleva..." he said, voice shaking.
"I've been scared of becoming who I was back on Sappy. I didn't want you to see that... that fury. That chaos."

She stepped closer.
"And I've been afraid you'd see the part of me that still hears the screams of Angelica. The fairy who hated herself for surviving when others didn't."

They stared at each other.

Then, they smiled. Broken, bruised—but real.

Safari reached out. "No more fear."

Angeleva gripped his hand. "No more walls."

Their auras exploded outward—green and pink intertwining.

Their intertwined auras roared like a cyclone—green and pink spiraling outward, illuminating the battlefield like a second sun.

Zack's eyes widened.
"No way... their energy—!"

Olive stepped forward, stunned.
"It's evolved... not just power, but clarity. They're finally moving as one."

Safari gripped his Devil Hammer.
"Devil Hammer Shock!"

He slammed it into the ground—lightning exploded upward, ripping toward Gregory.

Angeleva spun midair, wand aimed.
"Fairy Daggers!"

A flurry of light-forged blades burst from her wand, each one shimmering with Safari's energy flowing through them.

Gregory raised his mace to block—but his arms shook.
"What the—?!"

The shockwave and daggers pierced through the dark shield, smashing into him and forcing him back several feet. Cracks webbed across his armor.

Patricia gasped, forced to leap beside him. "That broke our shield...!"

Safari and Angeleva stood firm.

No more doubt. No more holding back.

They moved again—no words, just instinct.

Safari dashed forward.
"Devil Blast!"

Angeleva followed from above.
"Fairy Pulse!"

The emerald beam and swirling fairy wave merged mid-air, slamming into Gregory and Patricia, who barely blocked in time.

Gregory countered with a dark shockwave.
Patricia fired her Exploding Shot.

But Safari blocked the shot with his hammer while Angeleva shielded them from the shockwave with a radiant barrier.

They charged again.

Devil Hammer Slice + Fairy Blossom Strike.

Clash.

Mace Crush +  Arrow Flurry.

Clash.

Fairy Wind Spiral + Devil Headbutt.

Clash.

But now—Safari and Angeleva weren't pushed back anymore.

They were pushing forward.

Each attack in sync.
Each step together.
Their movements tighter.
Stronger.
Unified.

Patricia's smugness faded.
"They're... learning us?"

Gregory growled, bracing himself.
"No... they're matching us."

—

Tyra grinned wildly.
"Yes! Push them back!"

Ian lifted his camera with a trembling hand.
"This... This is it. They're breaking through the mirror version of themselves."

Four synchronized attacks had passed.
And now—Gregory and Patricia, the twisted pair born from chaos—were being pushed back by love forged in fire.

Safari turned his eyes to Angeleva.
"You ready for one more?"

Angeleva nodded, her aura blazing.
"Let's keep going... until they fall."

And they charged—again.

Gregory and Patricia staggered, sweat dripping, breath growing heavy.

Their once-fluid rhythm—cracking.

Their defenses—slipping.

Their smug grins—gone.

Safari and Angeleva, bound not just by tactics but by soul, moved like one.

Gregory shouted, panicked.
"Patricia! Break sync—we're losing it!"

Patricia's eyes flashed, realizing the truth:
They couldn't defend together anymore.

The moment they shifted to act individually—

Safari roared.
"Now!"

He lunged—green aura blazing—his hammer glowing red-hot.
"Jumping... Hammer... BLOW!"

He soared into the air and came down like a meteor, smashing his Devil Hammer into Gregory's chest.

At the exact moment—

Angeleva spun mid-air, wings spread wide.
"Fairy Daggers... Storm!!"

A whirlwind of glittering daggers erupted from her wand, swarming and slicing through the air in a beautiful spiral of destruction.

Gregory was slammed downward—

Patricia was caught in the whirlwind—

BOOM!!

The impact shook the battlefield, sending both Gregory and Patricia crashing across the arena, skidding through dust and debris, their bodies ragged from the blow.

A long silence followed.

Zack's jaw dropped.
"They did it... they broke their formation!"

Olive punched the air.
"That's how you crush arrogance!"

Jen clung to Ian, sobbing.
"They're winning... they're finally winning!"

Smoke cleared.

Safari and Angeleva stood tall, side by side, breathing hard, but standing strong—stronger than they'd ever been.

Their hands brushed again, locking fingers.

No more doubt.
No more fear.
Only love—and victory within reach.

And across the battlefield, Gregory and Patricia groaned, rising slowly—shaken, but not yet defeated.

Patricia wiped blood from her mouth.
"So... this is what real love feels like?"

Gregory clenched his fists.
"Fine. Then we'll just have to crush it harder."

But they weren't smirking now.

Not anymore.

Because they knew—

Safari and Angeleva weren't the same people they mocked minutes ago.

They were something greater.
United. Unbreakable. Ready.