The sky cracked with thunder as both pairs clashed in a high-stakes aerial duel—wings faltering, arms burning, hearts pounding.
Angeleva gritted her teeth, wand glowing.
“Fairy Lance!”
A sharp beam of light ripped through the storm.
Patricia spun mid-air, loosing a glowing arrow to intercept.
The attacks collided, bursting into a blinding flare.
Below, Safari gripped tightly to Angeleva’s legs. His eyes narrowed.
“I’ve got a shot—hold steady!”
Her wings wavered, but she pushed through the pain.
“You’ve got one. Just make it count!”
Safari twisted his body midair, roar tearing through the storm.
“Devil Hammer Incineration!”
His weapon ignited like a comet, hurling toward Gregory.
Gregory, clinging to Patricia’s legs, grinned maniacally.
“Oh, hell yes!”
His mace erupted in dark fire.
“Devil Mace Flare!”
The weapons clashed in midair—BOOOOM—detonating a shockwave that rocked the skies and sent waves crashing across the battlefield below.
The impact nearly shook both women from the air.
Patricia coughed. “Ugh—still dominant… but they’re pushing it!”
Angeleva panted, veins glowing pink. “We can’t hold like this much longer…”
Safari tightened his grip.
“Then no more flying. We finish this on the ground.”
With a burst of light, Angeleva dove, Safari clinging tight. Patricia cursed and followed, Gregory still dangling from her grip.
The four slammed into the battlefield with a colossal crash, dust and stone exploding outward. When the haze cleared—they stood on cracked earth, glaring, trembling, weapons ready.
No more aerial tricks. No more games.
Just two pairs. Equal strength. Equal bond.
Ready for the final clash.
Angeleva raised her wand.
“No more holding back.”
Safari’s hammer flared.
“No more mercy.”
Gregory smirked. “Finally.”
Patricia’s bow gleamed. “…A real fight.”
They charged.
Gregory’s mace smashed forward, Patricia’s arrows rained like meteors. Safari countered, hammer clashing with brutal force while Angeleva’s beams tore through the barrage. The battlefield split with explosions.
But slowly—their enemies pressed the advantage. Safari was battered back, Angeleva staggered under a storm of arrows. They were being overwhelmed.
Then their eyes met.
Bruised. Bloodied. Breathless.
Still burning.
“We’re not out of sync,” Safari muttered.
“We’re just not striking as one,” Angeleva realized.
And they smiled.
Patricia conjured a massive arrow, Gregory’s mace thundered with lethal energy—
But Angeleva rose high, wand blazing.
“Fairy Justice Beam!”
Gregory laughed. “Predictable!”
But Safari burst through the beam, his hammer wrapped in its light.
“DEVIL HAMMER SMASH!”
The fused attack struck like a celestial warhead. BOOOOM. Gregory and Patricia were blasted back, scorched and stunned.
Zack’s jaw dropped. “They… they combined their techniques!”
Olive smirked. “Now they’re really together.”
Back on the field, Safari roared.
“Again!”
Angeleva conjured orbiting Fairy Daggers. Safari’s hammer pulled them into a storm.
“Synchronised Shot Storm!”
The daggers launched forward. Safari’s swing detonated each one into explosions, hammering Gregory and Patricia’s defenses.
Patricia hissed. “They’re adapting mid-fight…”
Gregory grinned through blood. “Good. I was bored.”
But now it was clear.
Safari and Angeleva weren’t two warriors anymore.
They were one force.
One heartbeat.
One love.
And it was only getting stronger.
Gregory cracked his neck, aura raging. “No more playing around.”
Patricia’s bow ignited in purple light. “It’s time to end this.”
Their combined ultimates shook the battlefield.
“Devil Mace Obliteration!!”
“Fairy Corruption Nova!!”
The ground split, the sky burned purple and orange.
Safari and Angeleva stood together, battered but unbroken.
“Together!” they cried.
“Devil Hammer Obliteration!!”
“Fairy Justice Nova!!”
The ultimates collided—BOOOOOOM. The sky ripped open, mountains trembled, the battlefield obliterated in a dome of destruction.
When the smoke cleared—both pairs still stood. Barely.
Angeleva’s voice shook, but steady.
“We won’t fall… not to you.”
Safari’s grip tightened. “We fight for love that protects—not love that consumes.”
Patricia scowled. "Tch... These two... are starting to really get on my nerves."
Gregory growled lowly. "I didn't want to use it. We were supposed to save it. But now... it doesn't matter."
He reached out suddenly and yanked Patricia toward him. She gasped softly, but didn't resist.
Without hesitation, they kissed—fierce, desperate, and filled with burning energy.
Their auras flared violently—Gregory's orange mixing with Patricia's purple. The moment their lips touched, the ground beneath them shattered in rings of energy.
Patricia instinctively spun behind Gregory, her arms wrapping around his chest, her wings spreading wide to encase them both in a cocoon of violent energy.
Gregory's voice deepened, vibrating through the chaos. "You touched our hearts. And that..."
Patricia's voice joined his, calm and sinister. "...was your last mistake."
An unholy wind burst forth, blinding Safari and Angeleva with swirling purple and orange light.
When the storm faded—
A single warrior stood before them.
A twisted fusion. A godlike figure.
Its aura was terrifying—a blend of deep purple and fiery orange. It got massive horns, its wings massive and unnatural. It stood tall and androgynous, neither Gregory nor Patricia... but something greater.
A voice echoed from it, dual-toned and bone-chilling:
"We... are the God of Conquest."
Zack, watching from afar, felt a shiver down his spine. "That's... not them anymore..."
The God of Conquest extended a hand.
Without warning, a devastating shockwave launched from its palm, hitting Safari and Angeleva, slamming them into the ground, crushing rock and earth beneath them.
It didn't stop.
The fused warrior blurred forward, moving faster than light.
One moment it was twenty feet away—
The next, its fist buried itself into Safari's gut, sending him flying through three mountains.
Before Angeleva could blink, it appeared beside her, grabbing her wings mid-flight and slamming her down with a sonic boom that turned the ground to molten glass.
"We are domination. We are harmony," it said, hovering with both arms stretched.
"You are nothing but broken, outdated dreams."