He whispers, “The real God of High School isn’t a fighter. It’s a throne. And only one being can sit on it.”

Mori laughed, a raw sound that was more a battle cry than laughter. He stepped forward and let the storm meet him. The two clashed — not merely fists but wills, not solely technique but the particular blending of hope and grief each of them carried. Where their blows met, sparks laced the air like lightning tasting the earth. It was beautiful and terrible.

Mori, Daewi, and Mira find themselves trapped in a massive cave (the Holy Realm) where they are severely outmatched by Jegal’s new power. The turning point occurs when Han Daewi is critically injured while shielding Mori and Mira from a lethal attack. This emotional trauma triggers a dormant memory in Mori, leading to his full awakening.

“Who… are you?”

Suddenly, a crack like glass shattering rent the air. The lights went out. For one held-breath second the gym was a bowl of shadow except for the ring, where two silhouettes moved like predators. Then the emergency lights kicked in, casting the fighters in a red, theatrical glow. The crowd shouted — not with fear entirely, but with the primal exhilaration of being somewhere the universe was slightly off-kilter.