As the corruption of Paradise consumed everything in its wake, Kira remained as the sole intact body amidst the severed limbs scattered around him. The magical bullet had barely left a flicker of life within him, teetering on the precipice of existence. Devoid of sight, sensation, and sound, he existed in a state of helpless numbness, his senses gradually numbing as his soul prepared to depart his ravaged vessel.
Time stretched on, with Kira suspended in the void of his fading consciousness. The sky darkened overhead, the weight of Nobu's unleashed power hanging heavy in the air. But amidst the desolation, Kira's soul clung to a sliver of life, a fragile thread that refused to sever.
However, in the depths of his torment, a sinister presence materialized. Yamato, his ominous grin etched upon his face, loomed over the motionless form of Kira. The man who had orchestrated so much chaos and despair reveled in the sight of Kira's weakened state.
"Oh, how feeble and wretched you've become," Yamato taunted, his elongated hand reaching toward Kira's chest, extracting the oversized bullet with callous precision. Yet, Kira remained still, unaffected by the removal of the bullet from his flesh.
"To think a mere bullet could be your undoing..." Yamato sneered, his laughter carrying an unsettling air as he held the bullet delicately between his fingers, "You are truly a pitiful sight. Utterly pathetic."
Curiosity danced in Yamato's eyes as he contemplated the enigma that was Kira. Picking up the lifeless body with one hand, he began to make his way toward the stronghold of Warhammer, his grip tightening around Kira's cold form.
"I wonder what Master Warhammer sees in you," Yamato mused, a twisted smirk curling upon his lips, "Perhaps you will serve as an intriguing experiment after all..."
As they arrived at their destination, Yamato stood before the imposing figure of Master Warhammer, clutching the nearly lifeless form of Kira. He relayed the information, his voice carrying a tinge of reverence, "Master Warhammer, just as that man instructed, I have found this boy with a bullet lodged in his chest."
Warhammer's swirling spirit turned towards Yamato, his presence commanding attention. He proceeded with purpose, striding towards an altar crafted from dark disturbing rocks. "Place him upon the Altar," Warhammer commanded, his voice resonating with authority.
Yamato nodded in compliance, his sinister grin refusing to waver as he carefully laid Kira's motionless body on the altar. Warhammer stood before the boy, his ethereal form manifesting a right arm that extended towards the gaping wound in Kira's chest. His words carried both sorrow and determination, "Poor boy..." Warhammer began, the void within Kira's chest pulsating with an intense, malevolent dark purple light as the spirit's hand looked almost merging with the wound, "Despite the immense potential within you, they discarded you. They treated you as nothing more than an inconvenience."
"And look at the Fire Kingdom and its Queen, clearly helpless for she wasn't able to save Paradise. She didn't even want to save it, sacrificing all of the commoners like you for the safety of the royals and the upper ranks. Truly sadistic it is..."
Warhammer's voice resonated with a mixture of malevolence and wrath as he continued, his gaze fixed upon Kira, "Even Nobu..." The words dripped with accusation, as Yamato observed from the background, arms crossed, his sophisticating grin still etched upon his face, "The one to whom you gave everything. He entrusted you with the necklace, knowing full well that it would draw the soldiers' attention to you. And then, he proceeded to shatter your beloved Paradise, leaving you to suffer in solitude."
"Fear not, dear child, for I, Warhammer, shall bestow upon you the power to exact your vengeance," Warhammer's proclamation reverberated through the air, his voice embodying a menacing force that seemed to breathe life itself. With an incantation on his lips, he invoked the power of his magic, invoking the spell "Destruction Magic: Restorative Annihilation." A small orb of sinister purple energy materialized in Warhammer's right hand, and in a chilling display, his entire arm dissolved into nothingness. The orb hovered above Kira's chest, gradually expanding until it sealed the wound, its purplish veins snaking out and permeating the boy's body. With each pulsation, demonic energy surged through Kira's being, ensuring his soul remained tethered to his mortal form.
In mere moments, Kira's eye flickered back to life, his consciousness returning as he surveyed his surroundings. The sight before him should have been a terrifying spectacle for someone of his tender age, but Kira's gaze remained blank, his attention drawn downward to his chest, where the wound had been sealed by Warhammer's energy. Strange, otherworldly veins protruded from the orb, their presence both eerie and mesmerizing.
Kira, akin to a man teetering on a precipice, appeared devoid of life yet acutely aware of his surroundings. He absorbed Warhammer's brainwashing words, the insidious rhetoric about the Kingdom and Nobu, as they fueled his heart with seething hatred and an insatiable thirst for revenge and violence.
Under Warhammer's guidance, Kira was subjected to an arduous training regimen, transforming him into one of Warhammer's hapless puppets. But this was merely a means to an end, for Warhammer had his ulterior motives. Recognizing the unique nature of Kira's plant-based magic and his unwavering determination, Warhammer saw in him the potential to accomplish the unthinkable—a resurrection spell that defied one of the most fundamental laws of existence.
Day after day, Kira endured relentless training, his sustenance provided to keep him alive so that he could continue his grueling tasks. These trials resembled hell itself, pushing Kira to his limits. He was subjected to the piercing pressure of water. He was forced to endure limitless overwhelming attacks while simultaneously healing his injuries. Warhammer injected him with demonic power, testing the limits of his fragile body. It was an existence filled with torment, a life that demanded Kira's unwavering resilience.
Yet, it was through this merciless crucible that Kira emerged as a wholly transformed being. His strength rivaled that of Shinso, the most powerful of the sacred soldiers and their revered leader. Kira's once feeble frame had become a vessel of formidable power, a testament to his unwavering determination and the sacrifices he had made.
With a solemn expression, Kira approached Warhammer, an air of resignation surrounding him. His body bore no traces of the day's grueling test, causing Warhammer to feel a flicker of surprise. Kira's voice carried a weight that demanded attention as he addressed his master.
"Master," Kira began, his words hanging heavy in the air, "I have succeeded in unlocking the spell you desired—the spell to resurrect the dead. However, there is a condition. To bring someone back to life, I must offer another soul in exchange."
The revelation sent shockwaves through the room, causing Yamato, Henry, Tobio, and even Warhammer himself to widen their eyes in disbelief. They struggled to comprehend the implications of Kira's words.
"Destruction Magic: Chains of Domination!" Warhammer's voice thundered, accompanied by the emergence of a dark spiritual arm. Three sinister chains, imbued with malevolent energy, extended from Warhammer's hand, binding Kira in a horrifying grip and pulling him closer.
"Why do you require the sacrifice of another soul?" Warhammer demanded, his gaze locked onto the emotionless Kira. The chains tightened, causing pain to course through Kira's body, yet he remained resolute, refusing to cry out.
"I did my best, Master," Kira replied, his composed demeanor unyielding. A tense silence enveloped the room as their gazes locked, each seeking to unravel the intentions of the other. After a moment's contemplation, Warhammer dismissed the chains, setting Kira free.
"Let us conduct an experiment," Warhammer proposed, his voice laced with intrigue as he rose from his seat. Guiding Kira through a tunnel that descended deep underground, they ventured toward the core of their planet.
As they entered a dimly lit room, devoid of any discernible entrance or exit, Kira's eyes widened in horror and disbelief. The space was filled to the brim with countless lifeless bodies, the fallen soldiers of past wars, and familiar faces from Paradise that Kira recognized. The sight overwhelmed him, causing his breathing to quicken as if the air itself had turned toxic. Suddenly, the weight of the gruesome scene became too much for him to bear, and he dropped to his knees, his hands clutching the cold floor as he succumbed to a fit of vomiting, his body wracked with the horrors he beheld.
"Why don't you test your powers on them, Kira?" Warhammer's voice echoed, his spiritual form looming ominously behind the trembling figure. "This room shall serve as the perfect training ground for you to master the art of perfect resurrection, don't you think?"
Struggling to regain his composure amidst the waves of nausea, Kira managed to reply, his voice strained. "I have already stated that I require a living soul in exchange for revival."
Warhammer's response was swift and merciless. Once again, a spectral right arm materialized before Kira, its palm directed toward him. In an instant, Kira felt an invisible force pulling at his chest, as if his very life essence was being forcibly extracted. The sensation was harrowing, a stark reminder that his life lay entirely in Warhammer's hands.
"Here," Warhammer continued, the spectral arm gradually receding, "Does this serve as a reminder, Kira? Your life hangs in the balance, subject to my whims."
Filled with fear that Warhammer might remove the life-sustaining orb from his chest, Kira reluctantly began practicing his resurrection skills on the lifeless corpses surrounding him. Desperate to bring them back without sacrificing another soul, he attempted to defy the natural order. Yet, his first attempt unleashed a grotesque abomination, a twisted and malformed creature with misshapen limbs, an eye embedded in its forehead, and others in its stomach. The wails of agony emanating from its many mouths pierced the air, drowning the room in a suffocating sadness.
Kira stood frozen, rooted to the spot, as he bore witness to the horrific consequence of his actions. His once-blank expression transformed into a haunting reflection of the immense guilt and sorrow that consumed him. "What... What have I done..." he whispered to himself, his voice filled with remorse. His trembling hands, stained with the consequences of his grave mistake, seemed foreign to him now.
"Kill me... Kill me..." the ghoul uttered, its clawed appendage reaching out to Kira's face, inflicting a deep wound that released a torrent of crimson. The blood flowed freely from his ravaged flesh, mirroring the internal torment that gripped his soul.
Yamato's voice broke through the chaos, his tone laced with anger and frustration. "What do you think you're doing?" he screamed, forcefully hurling Kira away from the ghoul. His eyes bore into Kira with a seriousness that brooked no dissent. "Master granted you the sacred opportunity to wield these corpses, and yet you squander it so carelessly!"
"Heal your wound!" Yamato's grip tightened on Kira's shirt as he pulled him closer, his voice seething with both wrath and impatience. Kira, still wearing his disturbed expression, didn't feel the weight of Yamato's words crashing upon him. "Heal it! Heal your wound, you wretched fool! Do you wish to bleed until death consumes you?"
Kira's refusal to heal the wound etched a permanent scar on his face, serving as a constant reminder of his transgressions. The mark symbolized the crimes he had committed, defying the delicate balance of their wounded world and perpetuating further pain and disturbance. Despite the consequences, Kira continued down this path of forbidden magic, driven by the fear of facing Warhammer's wrath. The result was an immense army of ghouls, an ever-growing testament to his macabre actions.
Over time, His hands and forearms bore small, intricate black lines resembling cracks. The relentless pursuit of forbidden techniques gradually tormented Kira's soul, like a slow poison eroding his very being. Yet, it was not enough to claim his life. Instead, he existed as nothing more than a puppet, an obedient underling under Warhammer's control. Over the passing years, his anger and resentment towards Nobu festered and deepened, as he believed that his suffering and servitude were directly linked to the poor boy, just as the enigmatic figure wanted.
A year ago, Warhammer embarked on a new phase of his dark experiments. He sought out unique bodies, collecting them for his nefarious projects. He aimed to assemble a team of individuals with abilities that transcended the boundaries of a single magical element. His ambition drove him to explore uncharted territories, delving into unexpected realms of power and mastery that would leave his adversaries dumbfounded. Warhammer's vision was to create a twisted group, a conglomeration of talents that defied conventional wisdom and defied expectation, and he settled on 5 main projects, introducing the lifeless bodies to Kira without hesitation, for the poor boy was about to play quite the greatest role in achieving such a thing.
- Project 1 featured the remains of an ordinary soldier hailing from the Volcano Kingdom. Once known as Alex, he met his untimely demise at the age of 25 during the brutal warfare that ravaged the kingdoms. It was Alex's unique mastery of gaz magic that captivated Warhammer's interest. This particular magical discipline bestowed upon him an array of endless techniques and cunning tricks, which made him a valuable addition to Warhammer's ambitions. In addition to his magical prowess, Alex wielded a sword as his sacred weapon.
However, Alex's physical vessel proved insufficient to withstand the modifications required to expand his capabilities and tap into additional elemental powers. Undeterred by this setback, Warhammer infused the body with dark and demonic energies, effectively binding it to his growing roster of manipulated puppets.
- Project 2, code-named Marcus, hailed from the enigmatic Water Kingdom and possessed a reputation that bordered on the divine. In a temple filled with devout worshipers, Warhammer discovered Marcus still clinging to life, despite having endured relentless exposure to the world's most lethal poisons for a decade. Motionless, lost the ability to speak, and perpetually wracked with excruciating pain, Marcus bore witness to the unyielding adoration of the faithful who believed him to possess an otherworldly essence.
So, Warhammer tested his limits and witnessed that Marcus had the ability to harness a corrupted artifact—one that granted him the power to absorb and wield the magical abilities of others. With this artifact in his possession, Marcus would be capable of commanding not just his own element but also two other distinct elements, stolen from unfortunate victims who had unknowingly crossed his path.
- Project 3, known by the formidable moniker "Kolossal," was a feat of dark craftsmanship and malevolent ambition. Born from the twisted ingenuity of Warhammer and his loyal minions, this gargantuan creation stood as a testament to their mastery over the forbidden arts. Crafted from the unforgiving embrace of obsidian rocks, Kolossal's immense frame spanned an awe-inspiring length of 50 meters, commanding attention with its sheer presence.
But size alone did not define the essence of Kolossal. Imbued within its core lay a shard of demonic essence, an unholy catalyst that fueled its regenerative capabilities and granted it power beyond mortal comprehension. This formidable fusion of stone and darkness rendered Kolossal indestructible, its body capable of withstanding even the most devastating of assaults.
- Project 4 brought together the intertwined fates of two fallen dwarves from the desolate lands of the "Wound," a scar left upon the planet by the colossal blade of Mazoku. Nysi and Bandemun, their names whispered in hushed reverence by those who still remembered their valiant struggle, had perished under the weight of their unwavering loyalty and unwavering friendship. Little did they know that their stories were far from over.
Warhammer, ever the twisted architect of dark machinations, recognized the potential hidden within these seemingly ordinary corpses. With meticulous precision, he embarked upon a journey of modification and manipulation, seeking to unlock the powers lying dormant within Nysi and Bandemun's lifeless forms.
- Project 5, the final piece in Warhammer's twisted puzzle, brought forth the tragic tale of Tenji, a revered sacred soldier hailing from the Fire Kingdom. Within the flames of his soul burned an indomitable spirit, devoted to the protection of his homeland and its people. Tenji, with his imposing stature and impenetrable skin, stood as a beacon of strength and resilience.
But behind his formidable exterior, Tenji was a man of warmth and compassion, adored by his comrades and cherished by the Queen herself. He shared a bond of love and devotion with his wife and their precious child, their lives intertwined in a tapestry of cherished memories. Tenji's unwavering dedication to his duty led him to stand as the shield against the encroaching forces of other kingdoms, tirelessly defending his people from harm.
Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, it was during the chaotic maelstrom of battle that Tenji's life was tragically snuffed out. As he valiantly protected countless lives and sought to shield crumbling structures from destruction, the overwhelming force of the enemy proved insurmountable. His sacrifice was not in vain, for his unwavering resolve saved hundreds, but it cost him his own existence.
Warhammer, in his dark ambition, recognized the immense potential lying dormant within Tenji's robust form. The fallen soldier's physical prowess and exceptional resilience made him the perfect vessel for the culmination of Warhammer's twisted experiments. With meticulous precision, Warhammer set out to augment Tenji's body, granting him the ability to harness an artifact capable of absorbing the essence of five distinct elements, including his own blood magic.
Through the infusion of this artifact, Tenji's dormant potential was unlocked. His body, now a conduit for unimaginable power, could channel four of the absorbed elements with profound mastery. The remaining shard, although unused by Tenji himself, fueled his magical capabilities, enhancing his prowess beyond measure.
Before Kira stood five nightmarish projects, their lifeless forms haunting and incomprehensible. Tremors wracked his body as he meticulously scanned each creation, his mind unable to grasp the horrors that loomed before him.
In the face of Kira's uncontrollable shaking, Warhammer, undeterred, decided to convey his intentions. "It falls upon you now, Kira," he began, causing the boy to turn towards him with eyes filled with fear. Kira's head shook in protest, desperately attempting to dissuade the demon from forcing him into the unthinkable.
"Kira," Warhammer persisted, as the boy continued to shudder and his labored breaths filled the air, "Harness your power to infuse life into these inert bodies, so that I may employ them as shields before shattering the seal within my body."
"N-No... I... I can't... Master," Kira replied, his gaze still fixed upon Warhammer as he pleaded, "I've already informed you... To imbue a corpse with life, an equal exchange of life must be offered."
Warhammer maintained his unwavering gaze upon Kira, refusing to utter a single word, his silence an ominous weight upon the trembling boy. And then, the demon commanded, "Destruction Magic: Chains of Domination." From Warhammer's back, six sinister chains emerged, seizing hold of six of his own subordinates, their cries for mercy piercing the air. They begged not to be sacrificed for such dark experiments.
"Now, you possess the necessary souls, do you not?" Warhammer added, drawing the chained individuals closer to Kira's gaze. "You need no longer concern yourself with transforming my Projects into ghouls, correct?"
"So, Kira, what will you choose? Collaborating with me to refine my plan or facing the consequences with your life at stake?"