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  Arson hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his usually calm demeanor was a distant memory. The power Jae-ho had transferred to him surged uncontrollably through his body, making him stronger than ever but also more dangerous. Each step he took, the ground beneath him seemed to tremble, as if the earth itself feared his rage. Ever since Jae-ho had disappeared, leaving him with all of his powers, Arson’s frustration and anger had grown beyond control. He searched everywhere—through the city streets, dark alleys, even places he’d never think Jae-ho would go. The blue power that pulsed around him crackled in the air, making people keep their distance, sensing the danger emanating from him. "Jae-ho," Arson muttered under his breath, clenching his fists as his power flared up again, creating a small shockwave that shattered a nearby streetlamp. The light flickered out, plunging the area into darkness, mirroring the darkness in Arson’s heart. "How could you leav

  Arson awoke with a jolt, the remnants of Jae-ho’s power coursing through his veins. His body felt stronger, more alive, but his mind was consumed with panic. Jae-ho was gone, and the weight of that reality pressed down on him like a crushing force. The room was silent, save for the sound of his heavy breathing. He could still feel Jae-ho’s lingering energy, a faint pulse within him, but it was incomplete. His heart pounded, knowing Jae-ho had transferred most of his power into him, yet a fragment still remained with Jae-ho, tethering them together like an invisible thread. “Jae-ho…” Arson whispered, his voice cracking with desperation. He staggered to his feet, his vision blurring as he tried to make sense of the situation. The memory of Jae-ho’s tearful farewell haunted him, his kiss still burning on Arson’s lips. He couldn’t believe that Jae-ho had sacrificed himself. Without wasting a moment, Arson bolted from the old house, his mind fixated on one thing—finding Jae-ho. The street

  With one last look at Arson, Jae-ho steeled himself for what lay ahead. He left the old house and returned to the factory, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he was now vulnerable. The sun had set, plunging the world into darkness, reflecting the turmoil within him. “Arak!” Jae-ho shouted, his voice echoing through the abandoned space. The darkness shifted, and Arak appeared, a sinister smile curling his lips, his energy swirling like a storm. “Back for more, are we?” Arak taunted, his yellow energy crackling with anticipation. “I’m here to end this,” Jae-ho declared, summoning the remaining power within him. It was not much, but it would have to be enough. As they clashed, Jae-ho felt the weight of the fight pressing down on him. Each blow he landed felt like a piece of his heart breaking. He was fighting not just for himself but for Arson, for their future. The energy of their past battles surged through him, giving him strength, but it was clear he was running on fumes. With

  The night was thick with tension, the air charged with energy that felt almost alive. Jae-ho stood shoulder to shoulder with Arson, their hearts pounding in unison, both acutely aware that this might be their last stand. They had tracked Arak to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city—a relic of a bygone era that now served as a battleground waiting to erupt. “Are you ready?” Jae-ho asked, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. He stole a glance at Arson, who nodded, though the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes didn’t escape Jae-ho’s notice. “We have to end this,” Arson replied, gripping Jae-ho’s hand tightly, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the coldness of their surroundings. “For us.” With a shared look of resolve, they stepped into the shadows of the factory, prepared to confront the darkness that awaited them. The atmosphere was heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant echo of their footsteps. As they ventured deeper, Arak eme

  Days passed since the battle against Arak, but the tension hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. Jae-ho and Arson had grown closer, their bond deepening with each shared moment. However, an unspoken dread loomed over them as whispers of Arak’s return echoed in the shadows. One evening, as they trained together in their makeshift hideout, Jae-ho could feel the weight of his powers. It surged within him, a wild tempest he struggled to control. He knew he had grown stronger, but the fear of what that power could attract gnawed at him. “Jae-ho, focus,” Arson said, his voice firm but gentle as he demonstrated a technique. “You have to harness your energy. Don’t let it overwhelm you.” Jae-ho nodded, trying to push the swirling chaos inside him into a steady stream of energy. “I know, but it’s hard. Every time I think about Arak, I feel it pulling at me.” Arson stepped closer, his expression serious. “We’ll face him together. You don’t have to do this alone.” But as Jae-ho look

  The air was electric with tension as Arak stepped into their makeshift fortress. His eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of confidence and malice, making Jae-ho’s stomach twist. Arson’s presence beside him was a reassuring anchor, but Jae-ho felt the weight of the moment pressing down on them. “What do you want, Arak?” Arson demanded, his voice steady despite the storm raging outside. “You have no business here.” Arak chuckled, a dark, twisted sound that sent shivers down Jae-ho’s spine. “Oh, but I do. I came to reclaim what is rightfully mine. You think you can take Jae-ho from me? You’re delusional.” Jae-ho felt a surge of anger at Arak’s words, but he kept his focus on Arson. They needed to stay united if they were going to confront this threat together. “You don’t own me, Arak. I’m not a prize to be won,” Jae-ho said defiantly, stepping forward. Arak’s expression shifted, anger flickering across his face. “You think you’re strong because of him? You’re nothing without my power. You