第九章（190字）

Chapter Nine: The Final Battle

A storm raged above Pride Rock, lightning tearing across the dark sky.

Simba walked toward Scar, rain streaming down his mane.

Scar pretended to stay calm. “Oh, Simba… what a surprise to see you alive.”

Simba growled, “You’ve turned Pride Lands into a wasteland.”

Scar accused slyly, “You’re the one who caused Mufasa’s death!”

Simba lowered his head in pain, but Nala shouted, “Don’t believe him!”

Scar cornered Simba. “Tell them what you’ve done!”

Scar whispered, “You killed Mufasa.”

Simba roared, “No! YOU did!”

Scar stepped back in shock.

Simba pushed him. “Scar, tell them the truth!”

Under the gaze of the pride, Scar cracked. “Fine! Yes, it was me!”

The lionesses roared in anger, and Scar panicked.

He lunged at Simba, and the two lions rolled toward the cliff.

Scar scratched Simba’s face, trying to push him off the edge.

Simba fought back fiercely and pinned Scar down.

“You don’t deserve to be king,” Simba roared.

Scar begged, “Simba, I’m your uncle!”

Simba growled, “Then run. Run away and never return.”

Scar fled, but the hyenas cornered him—he finally faced the fate he created.