The King Of Fighters Xv Direct

Suddenly, the stage cracked. A massive rift in space-time—an anomaly known as —emerged from the center of the ring. It wasn't a fighter; it was a cosmic judgment.

"Isla!" Shun'ei shouted as the girl was nearly swept away by a wave of distortion. He lunged forward, his blue spectral hand clashing against the entity’s void-like energy. The King of Fighters XV

For the first time, Isla’s hands moved in rhythm with his. Blue and red energy spiraled into a vortex, striking at the heart of the anomaly. The Sacred Treasures added their flames and seals, anchoring the world to the present. With a deafening boom, the goddess of the void shattered, her essence scattering into the wind like stardust. Suddenly, the stage cracked

Shun'ei watched her go, finally feeling the weight on his shoulders lift. The tournament was over, but the era of new heroes had just begun. Blue and red energy spiraled into a vortex,

"It's not about help," Shun'ei gritted his teeth, the power of the Verse entity threatening to tear him apart. "It’s about finishing this together so we can finally have our match."