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He moved first—a blur of black and crimson. Lament arced through the air, screaming like a damned soul. It wrapped around 3l’s extended forearm.

He opened his mouth. No sound came out. His body convulsed as a thousand deaths—none of them his—tore through his nerves. The obsidian shards fell from his armor like dead leaves. His eyes went white. Elite Pain Painful Duel 5 3l

Across from him, the challenger was simply known as 3l. No armor. No weapon. Just a thin figure in a grey tunic, hands clasped loosely in front of them. Their face was a smooth, featureless mask of polished bone. He moved first—a blur of black and crimson

Next.

Elite Pain tried to pull Lament free for a third strike—the killing stroke. But the whip was no longer his. The names carved into his armor began to glow, one by one, and then scream . Each victim’s final moment of agony reversed its polarity and flooded back into him. He opened his mouth

Then they turned to the arched doorway where the Citadel’s masters watched from the shadows.

The bell chimed again. Is that all?