Beneath the stormy sky of Urume’s battlefield, the floating ruins creak, and the air hums with dark energy. Urume, the Crownless, stands towering, his gray wings spread wide. His black claws, sharp as obsidian, gleam with a cruel glint as they grip Riku’s face under the chin, lifting him with a force that blends contempt and dominance. Urume’s turquoise eyes burn with icy arrogance, his expression a mask of triumph that conceals a flicker of satisfaction at subduing the Inferno Rider. Riku, defeated, dangles in the grip, ashes of his extinguished flames scattered around him. Rage boils in his chest, a fire he cannot unleash, his eyes, like embers, flashing with impotent fury, teeth gritted as he battles pain and humiliation, silently vowing that this will not be the end.
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