The winds howled across the shattered compound of the seventh base, dust swirling through the debris of fallen Academia units. The smell of burnt circuitry and Duel energy lingered in the air as the group advanced through the ruins.
Ahead of them stood a tall figure, cloaked in the crimson light of the dying sun — Amon Garam, one of Academia's most calculated commanders. He didn't take refuge inside the base like the others. He stood waiting — silent, resolute.
"So you've all come," Amon said calmly, his voice cutting through the dry wind. "After all, six of our bases have already fallen to your hands. I suppose you're here to claim this one as well."
Yuni stepped forward, her eyes burning with restrained fury. "Amon, don't you get it? Because of Academia's so-called invasion, so many have lost everything — their families, their freedom, even their lives! Don't you feel anything for that?"
Amon's expression didn't change. "Everything we've done is for our ultimate goal — to unite the four dimensions. Once they are one, everyone will finally live in the peace they long for."
Reisho clenched his fists, his calm voice cutting through Amon's stoic defense. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy innocent lives for it."
Amon's eyes shifted toward him. "Akaba Reisho... the Professor's son. You walked in your father's shadow since you first stepped into Academia. And now you stand against him. Tell me, what meaning does your betrayal hold?"
Reisho's gaze hardened. "I can't see a utopia born from fear and destruction. Whatever world you're trying to build will only be a prison. And as for the man you call my father..." he paused, his voice lowering, "that relationship ended the moment he chose ambition over family."
The air grew still for a moment — then Yuni took a step forward. "That's enough talking. If you refuse to listen to reason, then we'll have to show you through Dueling!"
But Reisho raised a hand. "Wait, Yuni."
She turned, confusion in her eyes. "Reisho?"
"You're still recovering from your duel against Cody and Evan," he said quietly. "Let me handle this one."
Yuni hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Alright... then I'll leave this duel to you."
Amon smiled faintly, his Duel Disk activating with a flare of violet light. "So the Professor's son steps forward to challenge me. Interesting."
Reisho drew a deep breath, his own Duel Disk flashing to life. The ground around them cracked open as their Field Magic surged, summoning the holographic pillars of an ancient stone citadel — a place symbolizing both ambition and ruin.
Their eyes locked — two men divided by ideology, bound by lineage. "Let's end this delusion," Reisho said firmly.
"Show me if your resolve can surpass your father's," Amon replied.
Their voices echoed as one: "DUEL!" (Reisho:4000) (Amon:4000)
"I'll take the first turn," Amon declared, activating his Duel Disk. "I use Field Magic: Cloudian Paradise!"
A swirl of mist engulfed the battlefield, transforming the terrain into a vast sea of floating clouds bathed in pale sunlight. The sky shimmered with ethereal hues as cloud platforms drifted beneath their feet.
Reisho glanced around, scanning the hazy atmosphere. "Clouds, huh? Fitting for you, Amon."
"I summon Cloudian – Poison Cloud!" A crimson vapor formed beside Amon, its face a mask of toxic gas. (ATK:0/DEF:1000/Level 3)
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7. Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V A New Story of Pendulum (Xyz Arc)
FanfictionThe Lancers have been split into Xyz and Fusion, they are going to stop Academia and face a new threat. Might add a lot of ZEXAL stuff inside this arc.
