Kurai tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing as her gaze settled on the girl before her. Skuld's breath was steady despite the tremble in her hand. Her stance—one foot forward, weapon held low and ready—reflected the training Helios and Sephiroth had given her. And yet, even without reading her aura, Kurai knew that Skuld was afraid. Not of dying. But of failing to protect Aqua and those dear to her.

Good. Fear honed the soul.

"You think you can stop me," Kurai said, voice a calm, rumbling whisper. "Let's find out."

She moved.

Like lightning bleeding into shadow, Kurai blurred forward, Shadow Sovereign drawn back for a punishing strike. Skuld leapt to intercept, her keyblade shifted into its Zephyr Talon form blazing with wind magic. She met Kurai's blow with a desperate clash—metal shrieked, sparks flew.

Kurai immediately pressed her advantage, twisting her body to deliver a sweeping strike aimed at Skuld's side. Skuld vanished in a swirl of wind—Skybound Phantom—reappearing above, her Zephyr Talon claws flashing downward in a Razor's Fang.

Kurai sidestepped cleanly, but a gust of slicing wind still tore across her coat. She looked unbothered.

Then Aqua was there again, back at her side, launching Typhoon Barrage arrows that howled like banshees through the battlefield. Kurai danced through them, twirling her keyblade transforming it into its war fan form now unfurled—a beautiful yet deadly weapon of obsidian steel and smoke-veined shadow.

With one flick, she deflected three of Aqua's arrows, and with a second motion, spun around and unleashed Umbra Bloom—a circular fan slash that sent forth a ripple of compressed darkness.

Aqua formed a barrier, but the wave hit with such force that she slid back across the ground, boots grinding into the stone.

Skuld was already behind Kurai, her speed surpassing visibility—Stormfang Execution activated.

Forty-eight slashes in under five seconds.

The assault crashed into Kurai, who grunted as her war fan deflected strike after strike—until one found purchase, slicing across her back.

Kurai hissed and retaliated.

Her shadow exploded outward, consuming the area. Both Aqua and Skuld vanished from view, engulfed by Void Dominion once more.

"You wish to overwhelm me with numbers?" Kurai's voice echoed throughout the dark. "I was born from nothing. You cannot drown what is the sea."

Her silhouette emerged—no longer a blur, but a dance of death.

She used Dusk's Crescendo again, the shockwave of dark energy forcing Aqua to conjure Reflect Dome while Skuld dashed sideways, creating magical wind platforms to leap around like a chaotic wasp.

Kurai warped, reappearing midair.

She hurled Shadow Blizzaga—a blackened frozen orb. Aqua launched a Glacier barrier to intercept, but the orb pierced through the first layer and detonated against the second, sending shards in all directions.

Skuld zipped past Kurai and slashed at her throat. Kurai tilted her head, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, then swept her fan upward and caught Skuld mid-air with a blast of shadow wind.

Skuld hit the stone hard, her body bouncing once before she flipped upright, blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Still able to move," Kurai murmured. "Impressive."

Then Aqua and Skuld struck in unison.

Aqua fired a Compound Blitz arrow—a combination of water and wind—while Skuld used Hurricane Rend to blitz the flanks.

Kurai raised her war fan and deflected both assaults. The shockwave from the arrow burst tore the battlefield apart, ripping stone from the courtyard and sending a tempest outward.

Kurai stood still at the center, her dark aura forming a barrier of pressure.

Her eyes met Aqua's.

Then she vanished.

Kurai appeared above Aqua, but instead of attacking, she mimicked her.

Teleport.

Maelstrom Veil.

Kurai duplicated Aqua's water vortex with shadows, her body spinning in place as the shadow blades slashed in every direction. It was imperfect, but powerful.

Skuld attempted to intervene, but was caught in the tail-end of the spell, flung back by a burst of slicing darkness.

"You copy even my style?" Aqua called, struggling to stand.

"I analyze," Kurai answered. "If a weapon is sharp, I will wield it."

The battle descended into a blur of light and shadow.

Skuld transformed her weapons into Phantom Wings, gliding across the battlefield with unpredictable footwork. Aqua took the ranged support role, hurling Blizzard Lance and Thunder Arrow combinations from afar.

Kurai matched both fronts: blocking, dodging, and countering with surgical brutality.

Their tactics grew desperate.

Aqua activated Spellweaver.

Her Glacial Empress's Grace bow floated beside her, spinning and shooting magical arrows automatically as she teleported around the battlefield.

Kurai met her head-on, striking from low angles, sweeping Aqua's feet and slashing upward—but the spell-powered dance matched every blow.

Skuld slashed Kurai from behind—a deep wound across her shoulder.

Kurai let out a hiss of breath and whirled, grabbing Skuld mid-strike and slamming her into the ground, just as she had with Aqua.

Both girls lay winded, panting.

Kurai, blood dripping from her wounds, stood tall, fan folding in one hand, Shadow Sovereign resting on her shoulder.

She gave them a moment.

Then whispered:

"Are you done?"

Aqua wiped blood from her lips.

"Not yet."

And Skuld rose beside her.

"We stand together."

Kurai waves her hand and casts Drain instantly healing her shallow cuts. Kurai then charged moving with ruthless efficiency as Aqua and Skuld who had just suffered the Drain spell were out of breath. Her fan swept wide, dispersing Aqua's Magical Pulse orbs with a single flick. A single flap of her cloak-like darkness scattered Skuld's razor wind blades before they even struck. She did not parry—she obliterated.

Kurai didn't flinch at their resolve. Instead, her war fan snapped open again, a hiss of darkness rolling off its edges. "Then fall together."

She vanished.

Not teleported. Not dashed. She bled into shadow and exploded outward like a scythe through a field.

Skuld blocked the first strike just in time, sparks screaming from her Phantom Wings as Kurai's fan slammed into her guard. Aqua leapt to assist, summoning her bow mid-air. But Kurai was already on her, fan twisting, blades humming.

Aqua loosed a barrage of Blizzard Lance arrows. Kurai spun her fan with a flick, catching the arrows mid-flight. They didn't break.

They changed.

Each shard turned black with seething dark ice, held aloft around Kurai like satellites. With a single gesture, she redirected them, turning Aqua's magic against them. The ice lances veered, streaking toward the pair like razors from the abyss.

Aqua threw up a Reflect barrier. Skuld swept her daggers wide, sending wind shockwaves to deflect the dark projectiles. The counter-force exploded the air between them, smoke and debris swirling.

Kurai burst through the smoke, fan folded to blade form, and clashed with Skuld mid-air. Blades sparked. Wind shrieked. Skuld moved like a ghost in a hurricane—dodging, striking, blinking sideways.

But Kurai was faster.

She ducked under Skuld's slash, elbowed her in the ribs, and whipped her fan open again. The force hurled Skuld backward, smashing her into the courtyard stones. Aqua dropped down between them, spellweaver form shimmering.

"Don't underestimate us," Aqua panted.

Kurai didn't answer. Instead, she slashed her fan wide—and the very air warped.

It rippled like water.

Invisible blades howled through the battlefield. Aqua flinched as a gash opened across her shoulder. Skuld barely rolled away, a cut marking her thigh.

"She infused the air with darkness," Skuld whispered. "I couldn't sense it till it was too late."

Kurai raised her fan again. The air screamed. This time, dozens of silent blades swirled into a vortex of death. Skuld leapt atop magical wind platforms, weaving through the storm. Aqua dived and slid, casting Teleport to vanish and reappear inches from Kurai.

A stab of the Tidal Scepter met Kurai's fan—metal rang.

"Hmph." Kurai flicked her wrist, dark energy pulsing.

Aqua's staff vibrated violently and was flung from her grip.

Kurai raised her fan to end her.

But Skuld screamed downward.

"Wind Fang Hunt!"

Blades turned black, and she skated through the air, platforms materializing underfoot with each slash.

Forty-eight times she struck.

Kurai gritted her teeth, fanning backward to deflect the blows, but several cut deep into her shoulder, thigh, and back. Shadow bled from the wounds.

Kurai slammed her fan into the ground.

The courtyard shattered. Shadow geysers erupted like volcanic bursts. Aqua grabbed Skuld and teleported just in time.

As the smoke cleared, Kurai stood in the crater's heart, blood-streaked but looking unbothered.

She spread her arms.

The fan floated beside her, spinning.

And then the blades detached.

Five black blades hovered around her like moons. With a command, she launched them—one after the other—toward Aqua and Skuld.

Each blade curved, homed, and moved like a living predator.

Skuld split left, Aqua right. They dodged, blocked, ducked.

But Kurai controlled them. She snapped her fingers. The blades stopped, reversed midair, and struck again.

Aqua erected a barrier, catching two. Skuld summoned a typhoon to blow one away.

Kurai moved in again.

Dark wind howled.

The girls were pushed into a desperate retreat.

And still, Kurai pressed on—flipping between using the war fan to create invisible wind blades and controlling the black blades, adapting, responding, overwhelming.

This wasn't a battle.

It was a storm. And she was the eye at its center.