Time seemed to slow down as the crimson slash hurtled toward Achilles with blinding speed. Just in the nick of time, Achilles clapped his hands together, catching the slash in mid-air. With a swift motion, he redirected the deadly attack toward the ceiling of the ancient temple, causing debris to rain down and the structure to tremble.
Amidst the chaos, Ravana materialized before Achilles, emerging from his hiding place behind the redirected slash. In a single swift motion, Ravana's sword cleaved through the air, severing Achilles' head from his shoulders.
"Hahahaha, is that all you have, little man? He couldn't even survive a prolonged battle," Ravana taunted, his laughter echoing in the crumbling temple. "He falls so easily. You're next, little guy."
A confident grin spread across Geto's face as he stepped into view. "Are you sure about that?"
A furious roar erupted from Achilles as Ravana's triumphant expression faltered. But before Ravana could react, a powerful force struck him from behind, hurtling him into one of the temple's towering pillars.
Ravana struggled to comprehend what had just transpired. "He's become even more powerful. How is this possible? I vividly remember severing his head!"
Geto's voice cut through the confusion. "Allow me to enlighten you. Achilles possessed a unique curse technique, known as [Rampage]. The more damage he endured and the angrier he became, the stronger he grew. And he has returned from the brink not once, but twice."
As the pieces fell into place, Ravana realized his fatal mistake. "But I designed him with minimal curse energy, no technique. How could he have developed this curse?"
Geto chuckled darkly. "Sometimes even the best-laid plans unravel. Achilles, show him [Thunder Clap]."
A thunderous boom reverberated through the temple as a shockwave of sound erupted from Achilles. Ravana's sword slipped from his grasp as he clutched his ears in agony, the deafening noise disorienting him.
When the sound finally subsided, Ravana's eyes widened in horror. A swarm of ethereal flyheads materialized around him, their presence unnerving and unsettling. Ravana's mind raced as he realized the truth – the sound had awakened these dormant spirits, turning them against him.
Ravana's fury surged anew, his cursed energy erupting in a torrent of power. He summoned forth his formidable technique, [Blood Strike], causing a whip-like blade to form around his sword. The crimson whip lashed out, cutting into Achilles with a savage intensity.
Achilles roared out in pain, his agony echoing through the temple. Ravana's triumphant laughter filled the air, but his joy was short-lived. An explosion erupted from behind Ravana, sending shockwaves through his body and wounding him for the first time in their battle.
As Ravana staggered, coughing up blood, he fell to his knees, his attack dissipating and his blade returning to its normal form. Confusion and disbelief clouded his eyes. "Impossible… I was meant to be invincible."
Geto's laughter echoed through the chamber. "The hubris of men often leads to their downfall. You, my friend, fell right into my trap."
Rage contorted Ravana's features as he glared at Geto. "What have you done to me?"
Geto's tone dripped with mockery. "Oh, I did nothing. It was your own arrogance that brought you low."
The surge of cursed energy around Ravana intensified, the very air crackling with his fury. He charged toward Geto with blinding speed, his sword poised to strike a fatal blow.
But just as Ravana was about to reach his target, Achilles materialized before him, halting his advance. Ravana's anger swelled, and he swung his sword wildly, inadvertently striking down a rabbit that had darted into his path.
With a triumphant grin, Geto addressed the unexpected ally. "Excellent timing, Gabimaru."
As the lifeless form of the innocent creature lay on the ground, Ravana's realization struck like a thunderbolt. "What have you done?"
Geto's tone was chillingly calm. "You did this, my friend. Your own actions led you to this point."
A chilling silence fell upon the temple as the towering form of Ganesha and a multitude of curse spirits materialized behind Geto. Ravana's bravado crumbled, replaced by pure terror.
With an air of menace, Geto's voice cut through the stillness. "Tell me, Ravana, do you bleed?"
The answer hung in the air, a foreboding omen of Ravana's impending fate.