The King Of Fighters Xv -

Beside him, Meitenkun yawned, hugging his pillow, though his eyes remained sharp. "The energy is getting weirder, Shun'. It feels like the ground is breathing."

"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.

As the tournament progressed, the boundaries of reality began to fray. The sky over the stadium bruised into a deep, sickly purple. This wasn't just a martial arts exhibition; it was a beacon. The King of Fighters XV

"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."

Isla looked at him, her eyes wide with shock. "I don't need your help!" Beside him, Meitenkun yawned, hugging his pillow, though

Shun'ei tightened his headphones. Since the arrival of the mysterious , a girl who wielded spectral hands just like his, his control over his own powers had begun to slip. She was a mirror of his insecurities, a rival who claimed she didn't need a master like Tung Fu Rue to be "the greatest."

"They're coming back," a voice rasped from the shadows. Kyo Kusanagi stepped forward, his leather jacket smelling of smoke. Behind him stood Chizuru Kagura and a reluctant Iori Yagami. The team was reunited for one reason: the seal on the Orochi was weakening, and the disturbances in time were bringing back those who should have stayed dead. He lunged forward, his blue spectral hand clashing

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.