The battle was chaotic, with smoke curling through the air and the sharp scent of scorched concrete filling the space. Keigo stood at the edge of the fray, his dark red wings outstretched, casting an imposing shadow. His sharp eyes flicked over to his sibling, who was standing defiantly on the opposite side of the battlefield, framed by the flickering remnants of a collapsing building. They had that same determined look he remembered from childhood, unyielding in their pursuit of justice.

Keigo chuckled, a sound both amused and bitter, as he stepped forward. "I always knew you'd stick to their rules," he said, his voice smooth but edged with something deeper. "Funny, isn't it? Two sides of the same coin, yet here we are, destined to clash." His feathers twitched, poised for either defense or attack, though his body language remained relaxed.

For a brief moment, his gaze softened, a flicker of something almost like regret crossing his features. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by his usual smug demeanor. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," he added, his tone playful yet laced with a warning. Keigo’s wings flexed, ready to move, his calculating nature keeping him alert for their response—even as a part of him silently wished they’d just walk away.