As the magic of General Qihuang Shin clashed with the defensive fortress of Fitran, explosions of fire, lightning, water, wind, and light collided, creating a thunderous roar that never ceased. “Stop him! We must destroy the source!” shouted one of the generals, his voice filled with tension. Fitran, panting in the midst of the magical whirlwind, had his robe torn in several places, blood trickling from his temple, yet his eyes remained sharp and cold.

  Wu Xianying stepped forward, her magical voice crackling like a whip in the air. “Weak, Fitran! Where is the destruction they always feared from Voidwright Yamato?” She waved her hand, manipulating the shimmering magical energy, “You are only delaying the inevitable!”

  “You are too confident, Wu Xianying!” Fitran replied, his voice low but powerful, “My magic is not just an illusion. Where is your true strength?” General Guan Ruoyang raised his lightning spear, “Don’t give him time! Destroy him before he breathes again!” “Attack together! Combine our powers!” Wu urged, as a wave of lightning surged from his spear.

  Fitran smiled faintly, the blood on his lips still fresh. “Do you really want to see who writes the end of this world?” He grasped his shimmering void staff, then slowly drew a sword from the magical sheath on his back—Excalibur, gleaming silver in the red midnight. “This sword will create a new legend!”

  Wu Xianying’s eyes widened, “That sword—”

  “Yes, Wu! And prepare to feel its power!” Fitran replied confidently, “Rise, Knights of the Round. The old world demands its new dignity!”

  A flash of light struck the ground before Fitran. Five armored knight figures emerged, their aura vibrating with a force that shook the hearts of anyone who gazed upon them. They lined up, loyal shadows surrounding Fitran. “Get ready! We will face them together!” shouted one of the knights, his voice echoing with enthusiasm.

  “Don’t worry, Master Fitran! We are here to defend honor and fight against evil!” cheered one of the knights, raising his sword. “We will destroy Qihuang Shin and everything it commands!”

  “We will crush their onslaught! Prepare for a frontal attack!” Fitran led. “Now, my friends, show your ancient magical strength and your courage!”

  One knight stepped forward, his golden helmet shining—Sir Leonhart, Knight of Valor. “Who is your enemy, Master?” he asked seriously, his gaze sharp like an eagle watching its prey. Fitran nodded, his eyes fixed on the generals, “The five dragons of Qihuang Shin. Five powers—you know your roles. We must unite, for the honor of the kingdom!”

  Sir Percival, Knight of Faith, raised his massive shield, shouting, “Honor is the light, and I am the shield behind you! We are here to protect while vanquishing the darkness that threatens!”

  Sir Gareth, Knight of Wind, swung his slender sword while gesturing with his hand, “Yamato’s wind, be the wings of your victory, Fitran! If they move, I will sweep them away as if they are nothing!” “Our ancient wind doctrine cannot be underestimated!” Guan Ruoyang retorted sharply, facing Sir Gareth with a challenging gaze. “Just wait until you are caught in our whirlwind!”

  Sir Kay, Knight of Flame, ignited blue flames at the tip of his spear and shouted, “Let’s see if Qihuang Shin’s fire can match the fire of the old kingdom. The fire reborn from our battle will burn brighter!” “Your fire might turn to dust when it meets our power!” replied Zhang Feiyun, his eyes gleaming with ambition. “The fire you call upon is not the strongest in this world!”

  Sir Gawain, Knight of Lightning, raised his lightning spear with burning spirit, “Let the lightning fulfill the vengeance of the past! With every step, we will tear the sky and the underworld apart!” “Don’t be too confident, knight!” Guan Ruoyang shouted, changing the course of his spear attack. “You will feel the might of our lightning, and you will awaken in eternal darkness!”

  Wu Xianying laughed cynically. “Do you think Arthurian tales can save the real world? You are just legends trapped in that tool!” “Our story is a true reality!” retorted Sir Percival, adding, “You will regret your words when all this ends!”

  Guan Ruoyang roared, his lightning spear striking Sir Gawain. “Do you think your lightning is purer than the skies of Qihuang Shin? We dominate the heavens!” “Try it!” replied Sir Gawain, spinning his spear, clashing lightning with lightning and creating blinding sparks. “I will stop everything you have!”

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  Zhang Feiyun hurled a fireball at Sir Kay. “Your resistance will be a futile flame!” The red fire met the blue fire, an explosion of color splitting the air, scorching the ground between the two forces. “No fire is stronger than our flame!” shouted Sir Kay, still smiling, “Your fire is wild but soulless. The kingdom’s fire, the eternal fire—I will show you what it means!”

  Ma Shulian summoned a raging whirlwind, “Listen to this, Sir Gareth! The wind I bring is not to fight, but to swallow all who dare to stand in the way!” With agile movements, she directed the wind as if it were a strong gust trying to engulf him. But Gareth was undeterred; he leaped high, soaring gracefully in the air, “You send the wind, but your body is still tossed! Do you think you can defeat a knight with mere arrogance?”

  Ma Shulian gritted her teeth, “The wind of Qihuang Shin is not the tired old wind! This wind comes from the core of my power, and it will lead you to emptiness!”

  The two danced in the storm, their bodies seemingly connected with the elements surrounding them. “You are getting closer to emptiness, Gareth! Don’t underestimate! Every breath of this wind buries your hope!” Ma Shulian shouted as she launched another storm, unleashing a more powerful wave of wind toward Gareth.

  Zhao Yunliang, gripping her water whip, aimed the tip of her weapon at Fitran. “How dare you stand against all this, Percival?!” she shouted with burning spirit. “Look, my water can erase your trace!” However, Percival stood firm, his hand steady on his shield, “You forget, Yuna? This shield is not just a protector; it is a fortress of hope! No splash of your water can pass through it!”

  “Where do you get this strength?!” Zhao pressed, while Percival deflected every water attack, creating a shimmering crystal wall, “From my faith in our master! It makes me unshakeable!”

  Huang Zhongsheng, with his thousands of light arrows, glared at Fitran with sharp intensity, “I will not let you escape! I will rain you down with arrows that ignite the spirit!” He focused his shots toward Fitran and the knights, but Leonhart, standing at the front line, shouted, “You will not achieve your goal, Zhongsheng! Move forward with me, brother! Together we are unbeatable!”

  One by one, Leonhart slashed the arrows that flew with his heavy sword, “Every flash is the steadfastness of the soul. Nothing can destroy our friendship and honor!”

  Wu Xianying screeched, her voice piercing through the battle, “You all are too confident! Do you really believe fate can be changed by a bunch of knights from the past?!”

  Fitran laughed bitterly, looking at Wu as he raised his head, “This world does not change by tales that are merely heard, but by those who dare to realize the tales and fight for them!” His voice was filled with determination and firmness, reminding all the knights of their responsibility.

  The magic of the five generals and five knights clashed—fire, water, wind, light, lightning, and eternal magic swirling like a symphony of destruction. “Fitran, be careful! This energy flows unpredictably!” Percival warned as Fitran, in the center, felt his body weakening, yet his gaze never dimmed. “Let it all dance! I will turn it into hope or emptiness! This lava will explode if it must!”

  “Sir Leonhart,” Fitran urged, his voice trembling from the pressure. “You know there will be consequences for every power we unleash. If I do this, what guarantee do we have that we can control it?”

  Leonhart looked at him sharply, his spirit ablaze. “You are a Master, Fitran. This magic is our legacy. We cannot back down now. We fight not just for ourselves, but for the history we will leave behind!”

  Fitran shook his head slowly, his voice hoarse. “Not yet. This world is not ready to accept complete emptiness. As long as hope still exists among us—let the legends of old fight.”

  Wu Xianying, raising the darkness around her with graceful hand movements, scoffed. “You are delaying the apocalypse, Fitran. But the apocalypse will still come! Do you want to witness this world crumble just to protect a false hope?”

  Fitran replied with resolve. “You do not understand, Xianying! When hope fades, darkness will surge mercilessly. And at that moment, even the strongest magic cannot reverse the situation.”

  “You need the long-forgotten power, Master!” Leonhart shouted, his left hand moving, summoning a vibrating magical sound. “Every general of Qihuang Shin must feel this tremor, let them know our power cannot be underestimated!”

  Focusing his energy, Wu Xianying responded. “You rely on ancient power, but nothing can defeat the perseverance of Qihuang warriors! See how dark my magic envelops this battlefield.”

  The sound of swords being drawn, the clanging, and magic exploding around them. Fitran commanded, “Get ready! This battle will determine who has the right to control fate. We are the last hope of legends!”

  The battle intensified, the sounds of swords, magic, and shouts clashing, creating a symphony of destruction. The land of Yamato began to tremble, as if responding to the call of the magic battling, every movement filled with intensity and determination. “Clear your path!” shouted Leonhart, attacking the enemy with swift and deadly movements, like arrows lined up toward their target.

  “There is no mercy for the weak!” shouted one of the Qihuang generals, unleashing a thunderous lightning magic that split the sky. “This is the end of all hope!”

  Fitran leaped forward, his shout echoing across the battlefield. “Do you dare to disregard the honor of our history, Qihuang general? We do this for the world!”

  “United, no one can stop us!” Leonhart added, forming a magic circle with his sword, igniting the spirit of his knights. “Let us show who truly masters this magic!”