Armad sighed. Hidaya would have come if she were still alive. His last option was...

He gathered all his energy and pressed the book. He wasn't sure what he expected, but, he was disappointed when there was nothing.

Is this it? Armad sighed helplessly. He didn't give up. And yet there was nothing he could do. There was a limit to how tenacious he could be.

"The two leaders of the Invincible Six have fallen after a bloody battle. Tyren of the rebellion has shaken off the stress and is now on his legs. After the count of ten, if his opponent is still on the ground, then he would be the winner." Ghalee announced.

Tyren wanted to go and finish Armad up but he didn't want to risk it. By now, he knew better than to underestimate his opponent. Dammit, why the hell am I having these thoughts. I am invincible, even Urúrú couldn't kill me. I am definitely not afraid of that little shit. And yet, he didn't take a single step toward Armad.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

Just when all hope was lost, the book glowed with a red flame.

Tyren jumped back. "Dammit, he's still kicking. Perhaps, I have to summon the others." He gritted his teeth and began weaving signs with an incredible speed. After a few seconds, he lunged forward. I'll just summon them and be done with it.

He slashed down with all his might. I just need to remove his head. He thought.

Armad borrowed the energy of the book and dodged. He wouldn't let Tyren had it his way.

***

Meanwhile, Uznu Urúrú had seen what the book just did. It was the same thing it did fifteen-hundred years ago when it escaped from him during the Battle of the Book-sword. "Think I'll let you escape again, Saif Iqra?"

Uznu teleported out of the VIP area to appear between Armad and Tyren.

Aish and everyone else widened their eyes in shock. She climbed the ring and stood over Armad protectively.

"My lord, I apologize for my brother if he did something to offend you. I'll take full responsibility. I'll even... "

"Sorry, woman, we have to stop the match here. Your brother" he pointed at Armad, "is an accomplice of a serious crime that can end the current peace enjoyed for the last fifteen centuries." Uznu said, eyes still closed.

"Armad, run, just run as fast as you can and don't look back." Aish said.

Armad looked at her and then at Uznu with a puzzled expression. He had never seen the man before. What exactly was going on?

Tyren was quick on the uptake. He jumped out of the crater and disappeared into the crowd.

Armad wanted to ask Aish what was going on but he was interrupted by Uznu.

"The days anyone will spend in the world are numbered, no one can exceed their limit. His days have come to an end, Duchess. So, do you want to continue living or do you want to follow him?"

"And who the hell are you to determine our days are over?" Armad cut in angrily.

Uznu Ururu opened his eyes. Everything turned pitch black as if there was a sudden blackout. Uznu's eyes were darker than the rest of the uniformity. They released an oppressive energy that forced everyone to bow down. Hundreds of invisible needles punctured Armad's eyes as he looked at the black eyes. It was said everything belonged to the First Worlders; fighting them was like fighting the world itself. The moment Uznu identified Armad as a target, the world withheld everything from him. The air he breathed and the ground beneath his feet all disappeared. Armad gasped for air as he slipped into the abyss that was once the ground.