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(Ceros)"Hehehe,"
Ceros chuckled darkly, his grin widening with mockery.
(Ceros)"Look at yourself! Charging at me like a wild bull—are you really the one we were supposed to be afraid of?!"
His tone dripped with scorn, every word designed to cut deep, as if the special case's desperation was nothing more than a pathetic spectacle to him.
The special case, consumed by pure, unrelenting anger, lunged forward and unleashed a punch packed with 80% of his immense power. The force of the blow seemed capable of shattering mountains, yet it collided with Ceros's morphed Vulcan arm as if it were a mere breeze.
Ceros met the attack with a calm, almost unnerving smile, his expression teetering on the edge of maniacal glee. He didn't flinch, didn't waver—his volcanic arm absorbed the strike effortlessly, as though mocking the special case's strength. The ease with which Ceros countered left an undeniable message: brute force alone would never be enough to faze him.
(Ceros)"If you can't even touch me now, How can you endure my technique?!"
"Zip your f*ckin mouth, you magma..."
the special case snarled, his voice trembling with equal parts fury and frustration as if Ceros's calm demeanour was driving him to the edge of madness.
(Ceros)"Well, either you like it or not, here it is--"
The special case roared in defiance, pouring more power into his attack even after Ceros effortlessly blocked it. His determination was relentless, but it wasn't enough. With a sudden, deliberate movement, Ceros deflected the strike with a force so overwhelming that it sent the special case staggering backwards.
The sheer power of the deflection reverberated through the air, leaving the special case trembling, his confidence shaken by the effortless superiority of his opponent.
When the special case finally stopped his involuntary retreat, his feet skidding to a halt, he frantically scanned for Ceros. But his opponent was no longer in front of him. Panic flickered in his eyes as he whipped his head around, only to feel the ominous presence above him.
Ceros's Vulcan arm was poised and radiating molten power. With a devastating strike, he brought it down like a hammer of judgment.
"KHaaaaaahaaaaa!"
The special case's scream tore through the air as the blow sent him hurtling toward the ground with the speed of a rocket. His body struck the surface with the impact of a meteorite, the resulting shockwave rippling outward and carving a massive crater into the earth. Dust and debris erupted skyward, veiling the battlefield in an apocalyptic haze.
"Khaa... How can—this magma—cause so much damage?! And to Who, me?!!"
The special case sputtered, his voice a mix of disbelief and fury as he struggled to process the overwhelming force that had just been unleashed upon him.
(Ceros)"Oi, watch where you land, Dark Fly. Hehehehehe."
Before the special case could even steady himself or rise to his feet, a sudden, searing pressure surged from deep beneath him. His senses screamed in alarm just before he was catapulted into the air, his body igniting in excruciating flames as an eruption burst violently from below.
(Ceros)"Vulcan technique, first form:[Vulcan Cataclysm!]"
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The words were spoken with an almost playful tone, but there was no mistaking the deadly intent behind them. This was the first form of Ceros's devastating Vulcan technique, and he had been waiting for this very moment—the culmination of his preparation since morphing his right arm.
The ground trembled as the eruption roared to life, sending shockwaves of molten fury rippling through the terrain. The special case had no chance to react as the full force of the Cataclysm swallowed him in a blaze of volcanic power.
(Strokash)"NO WAIT!! Ceros is not Awakened yet, how did he control External magma?!"
(Inferno)"No, He didn't. When he was transforming his right arm, a droplet of his vulcan magma trailed off of his mouth and reached the surface."
(Fiaras)"If he really used this droplet to cast his first form, then how is it so destructive like this?"
(Inferno)"I don't fully understand it either, but I'm certain it's that exact droplet that triggered this Somehow."
In the blink of an eye, the special case reappeared right in front of Ceros, catching him off guard. This sudden movement was so swift that it sent a shockwave of surprise through Ceros.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ceros morphed his left hand with lightning speed, instinctively shifting into a defensive posture. His mind raced, trying to process the situation. How had the special case closed the distance so quickly? This was no ordinary speed—it was unnatural. Something about this was off, and Ceros could feel the weight of that uncertainty pressing in on him.
(Ceros)"Ohhh, so that's the case now, Dark Fly."
"You--You are the fly now, Magma Fly."
The special case sneered, his lips curling into a mocking grin. His eyes narrowed sharply, scanning Ceros with a mixture of disdain and growing determination. Every ounce of confidence he once held seemed to boil into an intense focus as if he was preparing for the next stage of their brutal confrontation.
"I see now. I understand how you pulled that form earlier. That droplet of magma—it couldn't possibly be this destructive on its own... not unless you've been charging it for some time."
"That's why you were using your unmorphed arm to counter my shockwaves, wasn't it? You needed to buy time—time to charge that droplet with the full power of your morphed arm. All this time, you've been setting me up, playing with me, just to unleash that power at the perfect moment."
(Ceros)"You are smarter than I thought, Dark Fl--"
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Before Ceros could finish his sentence, the ground beneath him seemed to vanish as he was violently thrown through the air. The special case's strike landed with brutal precision, sending Ceros hurtling toward the surface.
He crashed down with a deafening impact, striking the ground with the same force as the special case had before, his body rattling from the sheer force of the blow.
Ceros slowly pushed himself to his feet, his body aching from the impact. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes locked onto the special case, the intensity in his gaze unwavering despite the pain.
The silence between them hung heavy in the air as Ceros stood tall, the blood on his lips a stark reminder of the brutal battle, but his resolve remained unbroken. He didn't flinch—he only stared back with a dangerous calm.
(Ceros)"Seems like it's only the beginning for you, Dark Fly."
Ceros's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the special case, his mind racing. It hit him then—throughout their entire battle, the special case hadn't once morphed into his element. But now, the shift was unmistakable. With a flick of his wrist, the special case transformed his right arm, the dark red energy swirling around it, coiling like a serpent.
It was a power Ceros recognized, the type of element known for its destructive force, a rare and dangerous manifestation of the special cases. This element, with its ominous glow and terrifying potency, was not just an asset—it was a weapon that threatened the very empire they were fighting to protect.
Ceros's heart raced as he took in the transformation, realizing just how much higher the stakes had become. This was no longer just a battle for dominance. This was a fight for survival.
The special case had ascended to an entirely new level of power, one that no one, not even Ceros, could hope to damage in the same way as before. His transformation had elevated him beyond their reach, his aura radiating with an intensity that shifted the very air around them. The battlefield was tense, the balance of power teetering.
Strokash was still focused, his elemental power charging in a dangerous build-up, yet it would take time before he could unleash anything substantial. Inferno and Trosar were busy tending to Electro's wounds, their efforts desperate as they worked to keep him in the fight. But Ignited Strings could not so much as scratch the special case. His form had hardened, his defences impenetrable.
In this moment of uncertainty, the only one who stood a chance beside Ceros was--
(Tarra)"Tarra terra power:30%!!"
It was clear that Tarra, without a doubt, was the second strongest after Ceros. Her power had reached a level where she now stood as the most formidable force beside him, her presence undeniable in the wake of the battle's chaos.
"Tarra technique, Fifth form--"
Tarra, standing at a distance, invoked her fifth form once again. The air around her seemed to ripple as the familiar surge of power enveloped her, signalling the return of her most formidable transformation.
(Tarra)"[Dragonic Pandemic!]--Ceros, you got me. Time to end that fly once and for all."
On the other hand, Ceros wore a grin that was more of a focused, calculating smile, his gaze entirely locked on the special case. Every inch of his attention was dedicated to his opponent, his expression betraying the intensity of his determination.
(Ceros)"Tarra, I have a plan so listen carefully."
(Ceros)'I think in the end I have to use it--'
The special case completed channelling his energy into his right hand, which now held 15% of his transformed power. The air around his arm crackled with the raw intensity of the force he had just unlocked, the power radiating from it as he prepared for the next move.
(Ceros)"Let's go, Vulcan!"