Millennium War: The Seal of Ancestral Power Pop Rock Type Beat
The sky over the ruins of the Hidden Leaf was a bruised purple, the atmosphere thick with the smell of ozone and ancient dust. The defeat of Isshiki Otsutsuki had not brought peace; it had punctured a hole in the multiverse, drawing together threads of magic and spirit that were never meant to weave.
The Last Guardian
In the center of the crater, a creature of shimmering white light flickered like a dying candle. It was the last unicorn, bound by an invisible tether of shadow.
The very last unicorn is now hidden well,
By those who have placed him under a spell.
Three years, three days before that afternoon,
At the end of November, before the blue moon.
If the creature lost this chance to rise and depart, all magic—from the chakra of the ninja to the dueling spirits of Egypt—would fade from his horn and his heart forever.
The Pharaoh’s Lament
Standing near the beast, the Pharaoh clutched the Millennium Puzzle. His eyes were wide, reflecting a sudden surge of fragmented memories.
"I’m sorry," he murmured to the air, his voice trembling. "You must forgive me. Lately, I feel like a stranger to myself. There are so many things about the past I just can’t seem to remember." He looked at his hands, which were solid one moment and transparent the next. "Since Yugi Muto assembled the Millennium Puzzle, it has been like my spirit has been reborn. I’ve felt I am here for a reason—that destiny brought me back for a purpose—and that feeling is growing stronger."
He looked toward the horizon, where the dimensional rift widened. "I never imagined that you would actually defeat Isshiki. This is now the second time I have emerged. You’ve been released. You’re free now."
The Awakening
Behind him, the ground buckled. Yusuke Urameshi lay sprawled in the rubble, his skin covered in the jagged black markings of his heritage.
"YUSUKE! JUST WAKE UP ALREADY!" Kuwabara’s voice cracked the tension. He was kneeling over his friend, his Spirit Sword flickering wildly as he tried to fend off the encroaching shadows.
A shadow loomed over them—massive, ancient, and terrifying. King Raizen, the Battle God, looked down not at Yusuke, but at the two strangers standing nearby: Prince Phobos, clutching his stolen scepter, and Haru Glory, holding the Ten Powers sword.
"You are indeed a descendant of the Mazoku," Raizen rumbled, his voice shaking the very foundations of the earth. He turned his gaze to Haru and Phobos, sensing the raw, untapped potential in their disparate worlds. "And you are the one at last. But you don't know how to use your power. Let me show you."
The Final Chance
As the blue moon began to rise through the rift, the unicorn let out a haunting cry. The Pharaoh raised his hand, a glowing card appearing between his fingers, while Raizen released a wave of demon energy that turned the air to fire.
The spell on the unicorn was breaking, but only because the world itself was ending. To save the magic, the Prince, the Rave Master, and the Spirit Detective would have to listen to the ghost of a King who had forgotten his own name."
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