Aaron walked forward, skin wrapping around his body as he got into his usual attire. A black and grey suit and pants, with a white shirt. His black formal shoes were surprisingly comfortable for him, as, even back on earth, he wore this kind of outfit daily, even when he was just out and about. When the child walked out, Aaron could barely look at it. The aura that was emanating from them was almost deathly. "So this is what I have to fight against?" Aaron asked himself, taking in a deep breath. "Well then. Consider me dead." Aaron finished, grabbing the handle of Tsuyukagiri. His eyes shone pink for a second, his body tensing itself up for what was about to happen.
However, just as he was about to start running towards the child, a voice rang out above his head. "It's what you've all come for, folks! The devastator of Boundless Users, Yvelta Nightlore! He's been summoned here to take care of a trial for The One Recognised By Auth, Aaron Stone! Aaron had been assassinated by the people inside of his soul! Yikes! That's gotta be embarrassing!" The voice announced as Aaron quickly became fed up with his annoying voice. Aaron raised his hand into the air, a small ball of energy appearing in his palm. "Shut up!" He yelled back at the voice, letting the ball of energy feed on a small amount of Godly Energy before firing it into the air. The area around them shook as the sound of explosions rattled the skies. Aaron wasn't going to fail now. He wasn't prepared for something like this to happen, but he didn't have a choice.
"Wow, isn't that a touchy subject!" The voice yelled out before screaming as the sound and senses of the explosion rattled him. The arena suddenly grew in size, extending beyond the horizon, and Aaron realised that this was his time to strike. He rushed forward, using all of his strength to make a beeline for the child. Aaron rushed forward, unsheathing Tsuyukagiri while running. Aaron activated the new skill he had gotten for it, a purple aura surrounding him and the blade. Aaron reached the child, and all that could be seen was a look of boredom in the child's eyes. Aaron tensed up, swinging his sword as hard as he could, but the blade rebounded off of the child's head, sending Aaron into a stunned state.
The child pushed his open palm into Aaron's stomach, sending him flying backwards, winded. Aaron flew back around five hundred metres, unable to move. He got up, trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible so he could breathe normally. However, there was no let-up from there onwards. The child appeared behind Aaron while he fixed his breathing, landing a devastating kick on Aaron's skull, sending his body down into the floor, shattering the arena. Aaron's head leaked black, red and pink blood simultaneously as the child lifted Aaron's head up using his hand. He threw Aaron into the air, creating three clones of himself. "Boundless Multiplication!" The child exclaimed as two other versions of himself appeared to help him out with his next attack.
Yvelta and his clones vanished, teleporting into the air. The real Yvelta appeared beside Aaron, kicking him further into the air. The first clone appeared around five hundred metres above the original, kicking Aaron to the right. The second copy appeared another five hundred metres to the right of the other clone, using all of its possible power to hit it back to the actual Yvelta. It was abuse, plain and simple. This cycle of attacks continued for around thirty seconds before the original Yvelta slammed his foot down, causing Aaron to crash into the floor, his whole body mangled.
Aaron tried to get up, but it was quickly met with a brutal backheel to his skull, his skull shattering. He let out a scream of pain as a small number of tears fell from his eyes. His atychiphobia was kicking in. He was failing, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Aaron's vision had been destroyed by all of this, and he couldn't help but give up. However, one single voice rung throughout his mind. Your voice and your prophecy.
"One of us and your closest friend will die. I will not divulge any more information, but I will let you know that everything you do from here on out is pre-destined by the universe. You can never escape a pre-determined fate." Aaron repeated to himself, causing Yvelta to lift his foot off Aaron's head in curiosity. "You. Weakling. Tell me what you mean by that." Yvelta ordered Aaron, causing Aaron to laugh with tears in his eyes. "Oh, that wasn't from me to you. That was from Auth to me. That's why I plan to go on through this with a smile and an advantage." Aaron informed the child, distracting him. This gave Aaron a chance. The chance he needed to finally command his corruption.
A black and pink spike shot out from his back, stabbing a surprised Yvelta in the chest. "You son of a bitch." Yvelta cursed, going against his childish demeanour. Yvelta teleported away, healing his skin as he stared at Aaron with a stare that would kill a god stone dead. Aaron chuckled, his almost-lifeless body stumbling as it stood up, a smile lining Aaron's face. "I have the power of someone stronger than us on my side. I am the one who shall fight him, and we'll have a battle for the ages. However, if I die here, I'm still going to live on in legends." Aaron told the child, his sheathed sword flying towards his hand as his flesh melted away, replaced by a black skeleton. "But first, I have an experiment that I want to try on you, Yvelta Nightlore." Aaron threatened the child as he flicked his sword downwards. "Let's see how you die in this fight, shall we?" Aaron asked as he activated the Monstrosity's unique skill.
"Killer's Intentions: Illusory Deathwish."