Yugioh: The addition of Yuza: In The Millennial World

6

Watching the moment unfold
I felt my breath catch as Bakura stood across from Priest Seto and Atem
The air thick with anticipation.
Duel Monsters materialized on the battlefield, towering over them
Their shadows dancing ominously.
The tension was palpable.
This wasn't just a game anymore
It was something far more dangerous.
It was all Bakura and his mischievous plans

As Priest Seto and Atem faced Bakura,
The ground beneath them trembled, crackling with the intensity of their magic.
I could sense the sheer power in the air as they summoned their creatures
Each move holding the weight of ancient battles long forgotten.
This duel wasn't just about victory
It was a clash of wills,
A battle that would determine the fate of far more than just those standing here.
An intense storm was brewing, and I could feel it in my bones.

As begins as Bakura appears out of nowhere
Interrupting the gathering of the Pharaoh and his guardians.
Priest Seto, Atem, and the others are standing before the throne
The tensions grew thick in the air

"Well, well... I hope I didn't ruin your little royal gathering. Good thing I decided to crash in." Bakura

His voice oozes sarcasm
As he steps forward with an ominous grin.

"Bakura! What is the meaning of this intrusion?!" Atem

The Pharaoh's eyes flash with anger and concern
As he enters, taking a step forward.

"Bakura... you're here as well. Tell me, why! What are you after? Or have you come here for nothing?" Atem

"You dare defile this sacred place with your presence?! Stop this madness, now!" Priest Seto

Priest Seto's staff glows faintly
His body tense, ready for battle.

"Madness? Madness?
Oh, Seto, you've always been such a bore. What's wrong? Didn't want me to ruin the party? But I just had to join in... before things got too fun." Bakura

His sneer widens as his eyes dart from Seto to Atem.

"You should have never set foot here, Bakura! Leave, before you face the wrath of the Pharaoh's guardians!" Isis

Her voice is cold
Her fingers brushing her Millennium Necklace as if readying herself

"How dare you disturb the peace of the Pharaoh!" Shadi

Shadi's hand is already hovering over his Millennium Key
His eyes sharp.

"You are not welcome here, defiler. This will be your last trespass." Karin

Karim's tone is stern
A quiet fury brewing beneath the surface

"Leave now, Bakura! Or be cleansed by the power of the sacred Millennium Items!" Akkadian

Aknadin steps forward
Standing with the other guardians,
His Millennium Eye gleaming faintly

"Cleansed? Oh please... Save your self-righteous speeches for someone who cares. You're all so predictable, it's almost painful to watch. I've come for something far more interesting than your little scolding." Bakura

His voice drips with mockery
As if reveling in their anger.

"We shall rid you from these halls, Bakura. Your corruption will not reach the Pharaoh." Isis

Her voice carries a weight of prophecy.

"Enough! Bakura, your darkness has no place here. You will not lay a finger on the Pharaoh. If you wish to desecrate this land, you'll have to go through us first!" Mahad

Mahad steps forward
His staff glowing with ancient magic
His expression firm and unwavering.

"Oh, Mahad, always so eager to protect.
How noble. But you and your magic are no match for the darkness I wield. Soon enough, all of you will kneel before me, including your precious Pharaoh." Bakura

His voice lowers, dark and menacing.

"We shall see who kneels. You've overstepped your bounds for the last time, Bakura. Prepare to face judgment!" Priest Seto

Seto raises his staff
Readying to unleash his magic.

"This ends here, Bakura. You will not desecrate the sacred land of Egypt any longer!" Atem

Atem's voice boomed with authority as the battle began.
The throne room had transformed into a war zone, with Duel Monsters clashing against Bakura's Diabound—
A creature he spoke of with sinister pride, like it was the core of his strength.

"You won't win, Bakura. I won't let you desecrate the sacred grounds my family worked so hard to build. Even you can't stoop that low," Atem

Atem declared
His voice filled with conviction.
Bakura smirked, unfazed.
His expression twisted in displeasure
As if mocking the very notion of honor.
He stood low, almost as if the ground itself shared his contempt.
The battle was unfolding into chaos, a clash of rumbles and bloodshed
Echoing the fury of ancient wars long past.

"Let the battle begin. I don't see the point in all this cherry picking. It's unnecessary..
And trust me, you won't be standing by the end." Bakura

"I won't let you use any of our sacred ground for your evil purposes!" Atem

He declared,
His eyes blazing with determination.

"Rise, everyone! Let us trample this man beneath the feet of our monsters and creatures. We will throw you out into the desert, where you belong!" Priest Seto

He shouted
Rallying his allies for the impending battle.

"I'd love to see you all try to throw me away when I'm your only friend here to help. But... I think we'll need to put a bubble around the key," Bakura

He taunted
A sly grin spreading across his face as he prepared to make his move.
His eyes move from corner to corner

"Eyes over here! Your battle is against us, Bakura. Don't lose focus while you're fighting!" Priest Seto

He called out
His voice steady and commanding.

"Now you've done enough taunting.
We'll disrupt you right back!" Atem

He added
His resolve unwavering as he stood ready to confront the threat before them.
The danger had already descended upon them without a doubt
Casting a shadow over the throne room as the tension in the air thickened.

As the threat had already descended upon them
The guardians stood protective
As they guard Atem from the danger
Bakura continues to taunted
This is what the picking is..
It doesn't make any to no difference
As to what's happening especially to pricks like Bakura

His smirk widened
A clear indication of his confidence as he prepared for the battle ahead.