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Kazuya snarled, prepared to fight.
But with a grin and thunder’s call,
Ymir made the Devil fall.
Heihachi laughed, his power vast,
A titan of the iron past.
Yet through the storm, through fire’s breath,
Ymir slammed him into death.
Jin arose, the chosen son,
Wings unfurled—his time had come.
Yet through his rage, through fate’s cruel bend,
Ymir made the bloodline end.
The gods of Tekken, high and proud,
Had ruled the ring, had drawn the crowd.
Yet none could stand, none could survive,
When Ymir’s wrath was set alive.
So hear this tale, and tell it well,
Of how a man made titans fell.
Through fire, lightning, fists, and fraud—
Ymir bodyslammed the gods.