Akira stared at the twin thrones before him. One forged from radiant light—its edges laced with gold and lightning. The other carved from obsidian shadow, pulsing with a crimson core.
The Realm of Void trembled beneath them. The very air was alive, charged with tension that neither time nor death could suppress.
The Reaper's cloak fluttered silently as he stepped behind Akira. "These are the Thrones of Balance," he whispered. "Long ago, they belonged to the Rulers of Light and Darkness—the protectors of harmony. Now… they wait for you."
Akira's breath hitched. "Me… and Kuroo?"
The Reaper nodded. "Your souls are fragments of something ancient. You weren't just born human. You were reborn from the final echo of the Abyss King's dying wish."
Suddenly—the sky cracked above. From the shattered heavens descended a massive blade of black flame.
Akira stepped back, eyes wide. "What the hell!?"
"Kuroo," the Reaper muttered grimly. "He's awakening too."
In the distance—through a rip in reality—Akira caught a glimpse: Kuroo standing atop a mountain of corpses, his red eyes glowing like suns, his cloak of shadows coiling like living serpents. He raised his hand… and entire cities collapsed into the void beneath him.
> "He is embracing Eternal Darkness."
> "And you, Akira… must become the Lightning King."
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A Choice With No Mercy
Akira looked at the Thrones once more. "What happens if I sit on the Light Throne?"
The Reaper hesitated. "You'll awaken your true self. But know this—power awakens pain. You'll remember everything—your past life, your crown, and your curse."
Without flinching, Akira walked forward.
"I've already lost everything," he muttered. "So I might as well gain the power to stop it from happening again."
He stepped onto the platform, and the Throne of Light responded—lightning dancing around him like loyal spirits.
The moment he sat down—
> FLASH!
Memories flooded back—his days as a ruler of a forgotten world, his betrayal, his fall, the woman he loved, and the brother he lost to darkness. Every emotion hit him at once.
He screamed.
But through the pain…
> His eyes lit up—crackling electric blue.
> His voice echoed across the Void:
"I am Akira, the Lightning Sovereign!"
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Meanwhile…
In the other timeline, Kuroo stood atop a tower of ruin. He, too, had found his throne. And as he sat, the darkness whispered:
> "Eternal… power… shall be yours."
> "Swallow the light."
His lips curled into a sinister grin.
> "So… you awakened too, Akira?" he muttered. "Then let's finish this story—with only one King left standing."