Ultimately, it was now a question of whether Power would first sumb to the corrosion of Death''s energy or if Nash would be consumed by the searing fire. Everything rested on fate.


    By this point, most of Nash''s inner true energy was already exhausted. Without hesitation, he drew back the powers of the Skyshard Armor and the All Souls Token within him, gambling it all on this final chance.


    The temperature around them rose sharply, and as Nash''s true energy ignited, countless sparks flew through the air. The two continued their life-or-death struggle, unyielding. It was as if every blow carried the weight of their fates.


    Then came a thunderous explosion that shook the air and nketed everything in silence. Emerging from the debris, Clint and the others wasted no time. They rushed directly toward the heart of the st.


    As they approached, they found Nash''s and Power''s charred forms lying motionless on the ground. Clint quickly checked on Nash''s condition, his voice trembling. "The burns are severe, but he''s alive!" Hearing this, Sven and Thresmund let out sighs of relief, joy lighting up their weary faces. Nash had won.


    Suddenly, an unsettling sound came from Power. Everyone turned and looked at him warily. Despite his charred, lifeless appearance, Power managed a faint movement. Though the mes had consumed him, somehow, he still clung to a sliver of life.


    They quickly realized, however, that Power''s true energy hadpletely dissipated. Now, Death''s energy that was within him was slowly consuming what remained of his being, ensuring that he would meet his end in relentless agony without the strength to resist.


    Just then, Nash opened his eyes. Although he had survived, his own condition was critical. He had severe burns covering his body, and his true energy waspletely depleted as he struggled to sit up.


    He steadied his breathing and then channeled thest remnants of his true energy to activate the All Souls Token, hoping to ease his injuries. Just then, a figure emerged from the ruins.


    "Who are you?" Clint asked warily.


    The person removed their hat and sunsses, smiling slightly. "Rx. For now, I''m not your enemy. Could you let me take Stephen?"


    Everyone instinctively wanted to


    object, but Nash stopped them. "It''s fine. At the very end, it was Powere


    himself who released the trigge


    point seal. That means he''s no longer capable of causing any trouble.


    "Even without Death''s energy, the otherworldly fire within him will soon be fatal. He''s now just a regr human without any true energy. There''s no way he can pull anything off now."


    Hearing this, the others finally rxed, lowering their guard.


    The man looked down at the charred figure of Power. "Stephen, it seems you lost this time."


    A faint voice emerged from Power''s lips. "Ironsteel? Is that you?"


    "It''s me, but I didn''te here to save you."


    "I see... Then, let''s finish this quickly."


    In the next moment, Ironsteel drew a dagger from behind him and drove it through Stephen''s body.


    "See you in hell, Stephen."


    "Alright, Tony... I''ll be waiting."


    With that, Stephen breathed hisst.


    His body crumbled into ash,


    dispersing into the sky. Ironsteel


    surveyed the surrounding ruins and


    nced at the empty ground where


    Stephen had been. There was no forgiving Stephen''s actions.