The wind circled slowly between them.
Not violent.
Not calm.
Uncertain.
Two Different Sovereigns
Harold stood steady, his aura quiet and perfectly aligned.
Opposite him—
The stranger smiled faintly, his presence flickering in subtle distortions.
Unstable.
But undeniably powerful.
Storm muttered under his breath,
"…I don't like this guy."
Frost didn't respond.
Because his attention was locked on one thing—
The way reality bent slightly around the newcomer.
"…He's holding it together by force."
The Truth of His Power
The stranger raised his hand again.
This time—
He didn't hide it.
Behind him, the silhouettes appeared clearly.
Multiple Titans.
Layered.
Stacked.
Forced into one vessel.
But unlike Harold—
They didn't flow together.
They clashed.
Fought.
Screamed silently.
The Devourer reacted immediately.
"…That is wrong."
Unity dimmed.
"Balance… rejected."
The Counter-Sovereign whispered,
"System instability: critical."
His Name
Harold's voice was calm.
"…What should I call you?"
The stranger tilted his head.
Then smiled.
"…Kael."
A pause.
"…Remember it."
A Broken Method
Kael took a step forward.
The air cracked faintly beneath his feet.
"They told me the same thing they told you."
He raised two fingers.
"Control."
"Balance."
"Integration."
He scoffed.
"…Too slow."
The Monkey King snorted.
"Here we go…"
Kael's eyes sharpened.
"So I skipped it."
The Result
Power surged from him.
Not clean.
Not stable.
Explosive.
Violent.
The floating ruins trembled.
The ocean below reacted.
Even the sky flickered slightly.
Storm took a step back.
"…Okay yeah—he's strong."
Frost added quietly,
"…But he's breaking himself."
Harold's Observation
Harold didn't move.
Didn't react.
He just watched.
Analyzed.
"You're leaking."
Kael's smile didn't fade.
"…And yet I'm still standing."
Harold shook his head slightly.
"For now."
The First Strike
Kael vanished.
Not like before.
Not controlled.
Explosive speed.
He appeared in front of Harold—
And attacked.
A punch fueled by multiple conflicting Titan energies.
Unpredictable.
Chaotic.
Deadly.
Impact
Harold raised his hand.
Blocked.
But—
BOOM!
The force still exploded outward, sending shockwaves across the ruins.
Storm was forced to brace.
"…That impact—!"
Frost created a barrier instantly.
"…It's not refined, but the output is massive."
Close Combat
Kael grinned.
"See?"
He pushed harder.
"Power doesn't need to be perfect."
Harold met his gaze.
"It needs to last."
He twisted slightly—
Redirected the force—
And sent Kael sliding backward across the air.
Clash of Ideologies
Kael laughed as he regained balance.
"…Still thinking long-term."
Harold stepped forward.
"…Because I plan to survive it."
The Monkey King grinned.
"I like this conversation."
The Devourer rumbled.
"Outcome approaching."
Escalation
Kael raised both hands.
This time—
He didn't hold back.
All his Titans surged at once.
Fire.
Wind.
Something darker.
Something broken.
All erupting together.
The sky cracked violently.
The ocean surged upward.
Reality itself began to distort.
System Response
Inside Harold—
Everything aligned instantly.
"Unity."
Balance spread.
"Counter-Sovereign."
Threads stabilized the space.
"Devourer."
Energy absorption activated.
"Whale Falcon."
Air control established.
"Colossus."
Foundation locked.
"Monkey King."
Power surged.
Two Systems Collide
Kael attacked again—
This time unleashing everything.
A chaotic blast of raw, unfiltered Titan energy.
Harold didn't dodge.
Didn't block.
He stepped into it.
Control vs Chaos
The energy hit—
And then—
Split.
Divided.
Neutralized.
Absorbed.
Redirected.
Kael's eyes widened.
"…What?"
Harold walked through the attack like it didn't exist.
Calm.
Unshaken.
"That's the difference."
The Breaking Point
Kael staggered slightly.
Not from damage—
From backlash.
His system flickered.
The Titans behind him distorted further.
The Devourer whispered,
"…He is collapsing."
Unity added,
"Balance failure imminent."
Final Exchange
Harold stopped in front of him.
"You forced power."
Kael clenched his fists.
"…And it worked."
Harold shook his head.
"No."
He raised his hand slightly.
"It's breaking you."
Kael's Refusal
Kael's smile returned—
But this time—
It was strained.
"…Then I'll just push harder."
His aura flared again.
Unstable.
Dangerous.
On the verge of collapse.
The Turning Point
Inside—
The Counter-Sovereign spoke urgently.
"Warning."
"Overload threshold approaching."
The Monkey King grinned.
"Oh, he's about to blow."
The Devourer added,
"Self-destruction probability increasing."
Harold's Choice
Harold looked at him.
Not as an enemy.
But as a warning.
"…You don't have to do this."
Kael's eyes sharpened.
"…Too late."
The clash wasn't just about power.
It was about philosophy.
Control…
Or force.
Balance…
Or domination.
And now—
Kael stood on the edge of collapse.
While Harold stood at the peak of control.
But sometimes—
The most dangerous opponent…
Is the one who has nothing left to lose.