Who saw the floating palanquin coming? Not me. One second: broken swords, gasping survivors. Next: crimson energy, six bearers mid-air, and a throne descending like divine judgment. The pacing is ruthless—no filler, just escalating awe. The Duel Against My Lover knows how to turn grief into spectacle. Also, that bald guy’s smile? Iconic trauma. 😳🔥