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Chapter 35: FINALE. (REWRITTEN)

I TOLD Y'ALL I'D MAKE IT LOL but srry if its bad..

P.S: The code chapter is related to the sequel in a way

HII im remaking this part

All the comments from me and the other person down below were from before i remade this chapter lol

REWRITTEN

Today was the day. The day that everything would change forever. Spirit's eyes blazed with a mix of malice and determination as she locked her gaze with Shadow's. Anger coursed through her veins, her teeth clenched tightly. Shadow, on the other hand, regarded her with an almost bored expression, unphased by her glare. His voice dripped with mocking amusement as he addressed her. "Shadow," Spirit began, her tone laced with a dangerous edge as she approached him slowly. Yet, he only chuckled in response, his smirk widening. "Well, well, well, Spirit. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Ignoring his taunts, Spirit took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Her fists tightened, her energy pulsating off her in waves. She was ready to break every rule, to do whatever it took to punish him for the pain he had inflicted on everyone. "You know what I'm here for," she said, her voice filled with a cold determination." Do I?" Shadow raised an eyebrow, his smirk never wavering. His voice dripped with condescension, a constant reminder of his superiority. As they moved even closer, Spirit's anger burned hotter, her gaze locked onto his. "Yes," she growled, her voice trembling with restrained fury. "To punish you... for everything you did to all of us," she threatened, her eyes piercing into his. 

"And to make sure you die horribly for what you did." With a sudden surge of strength, Spirit's hand shot out, gripping Shadow's throat. She propelled him towards the nearest wall with a force that shook the entire room. The sound of his body colliding with solid concrete reverberated through the hotel, a symphony of revenge.  Shadow coughed and gasped for air, struggling to breathe under Spirit's vice-like grip. But his retaliation was swift. He fought back, a swift kick sending Spirit crashing to the ground. This was a life-or-death situation. If Spirit emerged victorious, Shadow would leave them all alone. But if Shadow triumphed, their lives would be forfeit.

 Spirit couldn't let that happen. With her resolve fortified, she summoned her most potent attack yet. Dodging Shadow's relentless strikes, she launched herself at him with lightning speed, her blows landing with precision. Yet, Shadow proved to be a formidable opponent, evading most of her attacks effortlessly. They were locked in an intense battle, each strike resonating with deadly intent. Who would emerge as the victor? Who would fall in defeat? The outcome remained uncertain, shrouded in the haze of their ferocious clash.

 There was no respite from the relentless battle that raged on. The air crackled with energy as Spirit and Shadow clashed with ferocity, their movements a blur of speed and precision. Every strike, every dodge, fueled by their determination to prevail. The room seemed to shrink around them, the walls bearing witness to their primal dance of power and vengeance. Blows were exchanged with bone-shaking force, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the hotel. Blood, a testament to their commitment, dripped from their wounds, staining the floor with a crimson reminder of their struggle. Yet, neither warrior showed signs of fatigue, their bodies propelled by an otherworldly strength. This was a battle that transcended physicality; it was a battle of wills. But even amidst the chaos, Shadow's cunning prevailed. 

With a swift movement, he seized the upper hand, overpowering Spirit and throwing her to the ground. He loomed over her, triumphant, a twisted smile playing on his lips. Taunting words spilled from his mouth, laced with malice, aimed to break her spirit. He reveled in her helplessness, his victory seemingly assured. Yet, Spirit's spirit remained unyielding. As Shadow's cruel words pierced her heart, her determination flared, fueling a surge of power within her. Tears mingled with blood on her face, a testament to the pain she endured, but also the unwavering resolve that burned in her eyes. She refused to be defined by his words, by his attempts to undermine her worth. Pushing against the weight of his foot, her trapped arm straining against the force, she defied the odds.