The Soul stirs within you — a pulse of raw will, deep and ancient. Its voice doesn’t speak in words, but in instinct, in command. It burns through your veins like fire, and your body moves before thought can catch up.

Across the battlefield, the Sword Hero freezes for a heartbeat. His blade trembles — not in hesitation, but in resonance. The same light that courses through you now flows through him.

The Soul is no longer asking.
It’s forcing a connection.

A pulse — like the beat of a single heart shared between two warriors. Your vision fractures, blending his with yours. You see through his eyes; he feels your breath. The line between you blurs until there is no “you” and “him” — only the strike.

The Roaring Knight’s war cry thunders. Eram’s spell crescendos into a burning sphere of light.

And then, the Soul snaps the world into focus.

Your hands — his hands — move in perfect unity. Two blades rise, glowing with the same essence, bound by will and fate.

The Soul roars within your mind:
“NOW.”

Your blades cross in an impossible arc — a single, divine slash that tears through the enemy and the sky itself.
Light floods the world, devouring shadow, sound, and fear alike.

*only play when both of boss are low hp*

Final Attack

*Mind your step now. The edge is not where it seems.*

*Illusion walks beside us — not as a trick, but a courtesy.*

*Some things are too raw to behold plainly.*

Final Attack

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