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Chapter 9 – Axel Blade vs Axel Thunder
Benine, mesmerized by the woman's words, whispered with tears in his eyes:
— Then… how? Please, tell me… how can we do it?
Umbrela slowly turned her head toward him.
Her gaze, both gentle and piercing, cut through him like an invisible blade.
— How to save this world? she repeated calmly.
Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles.
— Through a wish, Benine. Just one wish. But it must be pure… free of lies.
Axel smirked, his tone dripping with irony.
— Last I checked, this isn't some fairy tale. Wishes don't exist.
Umbrela turned her eyes toward him again.
— Axel… you truly understand nothing.
She looked at him with a patient expression, almost amused — as if she were watching a stubborn child refuse to see what's right in front of him.
— If you truly decide to protect this Bubble to the very end, two endings await you, she said.
She raised one delicate hand, counting slowly on her unseen fingers, as though each word weighed heavy on her soul.
— First ending: you grow old. None of us can escape time. You'll watch your strength fade, your loved ones disappear… and one day, you'll die. The Bubble may remain — or it may fall into the wrong hands.
— Second ending: you die in battle. Because no one is invincible. Those who come for the Bubble won't speak in words — they'll come armed, and war will take everything it can.
Axel clenched his jaw, his voice lower than usual but firm.
— So that's your choice? Two kinds of death, and we just pick one?
He lifted his head, defying her with his eyes.
— I've always preferred to create my own ending.
Umbrela smiled — but there was neither warmth nor mockery in that smile.
Only certainty.
— Creating your own ending, she said softly, is possible. But to do that, you must choose something beyond escape… beyond blind sacrifice. You must make a wish. A wish that resets the balance. An act that changes fate itself.
Then suddenly — blood splattered.
It wasn't Benine's.
It wasn't Axel's.
It was Umbrela's.
Both men froze, stunned.
Their eyes locked on her — time itself seemed to stop.
Her chest, where the Bubble rested, had been slashed open.
And standing there, holding her heart in his hand, was a man draped in a cloak bearing the emblem of twin swallows.
Summoning the last of her strength, Umbrela screamed — her voice cracked by agony:
— Benine… the blade!
Without hesitation, Benine caught her falling body and pressed the sacred blade against her chest.
— Rest now… we'll handle it, he whispered, his voice trembling with promises he wasn't sure he could keep.
His eyes — two burning coals of grief and fury — glowed beneath the dust.
He gave a sharp signal. Axel rose instantly, as if pulled by instinct, and joined him without a word.
— Axel, don't think this makes us allies, Benine growled. I just need you. So don't mess it up.
Axel narrowed his eyes, smirking faintly.
— Watch your mouth, or I'll fry you where you stand. Don't forget who I am.
The masked man clenched his fist toward Axel.
— So, Axel Thunder… you've betrayed us. How irrational of you.
Thunder's grin widened.
— Yeah, well… I never liked you anyway, Blade!
— End —