Rex panted heavily while leaning on the handle of his blade, a lone sleeve on his left arm danced with the wind, framed with blood and tatters while his boot crushed the head of the second clone of reason. 

"It's... not over... yet..." Rex whispered, yanking the chain connected to his sword. Gazing at the floating, unharmed clone, the one-armed Crozzo Knight turned to the heavily injured Welt Joyce clone severed in half. His white hair turned brown with dried blood clung to his scalp as the battlefield turned to ruins. 

Blood flowed from his lips and nose as he spun the sword using the chain. taking a deep breath, the dried blood evaporated, revealing the black roots of his currently white hair. 'I won't last with three Herrscher clones like this...' He thought to himself while ignoring the taste of blood. 

His body would have shut down normally a while back, but his mind is stronger than this. 

'I have no choice,'

"First seal: purge," The black roots of his hair turned orange-red like flames, covering his entire hair. The temperature around him increased exponentially, melting rubbles and debris all around him just as his wounds closed. Blood covered the upper part of his face, acting like a mask as his previously crushed right eye opened once more. 'My left arm is gone, huh?' 

"H-hey... this is a joke, right?" The floating Herrcher clone asked, his voice shaking as he looked at the defiant young man swinging his sword with enough force to create razor wind. "A regular human would have died long-," His words stopped as he saw the chain and sword turn red hot, leaving molted slash marks with each second. 

A hand of flames appeared from his left elbow as he glared at the floating Herrscher clone while scales appeared around his left eye. 

"A cascade? A unique ability possessed by members of ancestral houses under Schicksal... I see, you're," 

"You talk too much," A snake of flames launched itself around the Herrscher clone. Gravity warped itself, a hundred times stronger than Earth's and it immediately sent the blade crashing down, crashing down to his hand, severing it cleanly. Instead of attacking the floating clone, Rex yanked on the chain with his flame hand drew his hidden sidearm under his coat, and emptied the revolver on the now-dead first Herrcher clone. 

An impact struck his chest, sending him crashing through a wall, leaving molten crash marks with each wall he passed by. 

"Tch... our work here is done, with his cascade, his time is limited—," 

An overwhelming presence of doom flooded the entire area as the temperature skyrocketed.

"What the fuck..." The Herrscher clone whispered, gazing at the slowly melting building Rex flew on. 

A lone red eye pierced through the melting shadows as the blade became a lance and rested on his shoulder. His arm of flame has been extinguished yet everything around him melted. 

"Second seal: purge," a soft voice yet the Herscher clone heard it. "Hear the elegy of madness sang by my family," 

Molten materials dripped like liquid from the building the man stood on, his red eyes burned like the sun as yellow-orange flames burned yellow like the rays of the sun while his cheeks became covered in scale. The molten materials dripping on his clothes acted as another set of armor. 

Before he knew it, sharp fangs tore through his throat and he saw his headless body standing tall far away from him. Huh?! What happened?! 

Like a beast, the Scaled Crozzo's jaws shattered the neck they held onto belonging to that of the last herrcher clone while steam escaped from his mouth. A hand of flesh and bone with pierced the head of the clone and shattered them in his beastial hand. 

"I am not... gonna die like this!" Roared Rex as the more Bestial parts of himself receded back to his body, leaving him in a far more Humanoid state while the head of the Hersccher clone evaporated just by being near him, 

Falling to his knees with tired, lifeless eyes, the youngest Crozzo weakly reached to now molted earpiece... "Head....qu...art...er...s. re...qu...est... bro...ken..." Collapsing on the ground on his stomach, the youngest Crozzo harmlessly resed on the molten earth while taking heavy breaths. His sword lay near the body of the Last Herrscher clone while the Soulium chain connected him and the blade slowly dragged it near him. 

'... can't... think.... body.... broken.... mind... cracked...' Rex thought to himself as he felt his aching body slowly heal. A lone shaking hand reached for the Soulium container hidden in his pants and pulled out a cigarette. Holding it on one of the molten rocks while pushing himself up, the young man smiled bit down on the filter before taking a small breath of smoke. The cool menthol on his throat, traveling to hi lungs helped a lot. 'Much better...' 

Halfway through his cigar, the youngest Crozzo sighed and took one long huff. "Give me a break... I can't go on like this," Pushing himself up, the young man yanked on the chain. "Third seal: Purge," Lizard scales covered the entirety of his face as his hair turned pure white along with his eyes. The entire area near him started to melt extremely quickly as steam escaped his body while flames danced on his right arm. 

"You did well handling those inferior models..." The newcomer said with an arrogant smile while countless blades filled the sky. "I am a perfect clone of Welt Joyce," 

Holding his spear-sword, a lone white wing of flames erupted from his back.