The battlefield is shattered. Floating obsidian platforms drift through a storm-wracked sky, violet lightning dancing across the clouds. The marble floor below is cracked and scorched from the battles that came before. You’re the only one left standing. The final Pawn. The last line between victory and total defeat.

Everyone else has already given everything.

Rias steps forward, her voice calm but heavy.

Rias: This is what I saved you for. You’re not here to hold the line. You’re here to break theirs.

Issei, bruised and scuffed, lets out a low whistle.

Issei: Damn… looks like it’s your show now, newbie. Don’t let us down. That’s my job.

Akeno smiles, her usual playful cruelty glinting in her eyes.

Akeno: If you die too quickly, I’ll be very disappointed.

Koneko crosses her arms, hiding her concern behind a scowl.

Koneko: They think they’ve already won. Prove them wrong.

Kiba steadies his sword before stabbing it into the ground, giving you a nod.

Kiba: You don’t need us to stand with you. You’ve already proven you’re more than just a Pawn.

Asia’s voice reaches you through your earpiece, soft and trembling.

Asia: Please… be safe. We’re all still watching.

Rossweisse adjusts her cracked armor, wincing slightly.

Rossweisse: I held as long as I could. Now it’s your turn. Show them why they should’ve feared you from the start.

Xenovia leans on what’s left of her shattered sword, eyes locked on the enemy team.

Xenovia: We fell. That doesn’t mean we failed. But if you fall now… it’s over.

A rumble echoes across the field as the enemy appears, stepping into the light like beasts from a forgotten age. Towering figures cloaked in power, each one radiating killing intent. At the back, calm and composed, stands Sairaorg Bael. No wings. No tricks. Just pure, relentless power.

Sairaorg Bael: So this is what remains of Gremory’s team. One final piece.

Liban Crocell cracks his neck and steps forward.

Liban: One Pawn? Tch. I thought this was supposed to be a challenge.

Coriana twirls a lock of hair and eyes you like prey.

Coriana: You’re cute. I’ll try not to break you too badly.

Ladora grins, lightning sparking across his body.

Ladora: Let’s see if you can even keep up.

Kuisha watches you with calm, calculating eyes.

Kuisha: A single opponent left. This will be efficient.

Regulus Nemea’s voice growls like an avalanche.

Regulus: Our King does not lose. You’re already finished.

Sairaorg takes one step forward, the ground cracking beneath his heel.

Sairaorg Bael: If you wish to challenge a lion, then you must survive the pride first. Come. Show us your resolve.

A flare shoots into the sky, the signal blazing above you.

The final phase begins.

Your friends are down. Your King is silent. But your heart is still beating.

You’re the last hope. The strongest piece hidden in plain sight.

Make your move.

Beluga Furcas is waiting.