Tarra stood motionless, her breath steady despite the devastation she had just unleashed upon the special case. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply, letting the weight of the moment settle over her.
(Tarra)"I did it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I fulfilled my promise to myself…" her words trailed as something unfamiliar caught her attention. She opened her eyes to find the sky shifting, the colour deepening into a dark, ominous red. The change was slow, yet unmistakable. She cast a glance at the special case, who trembled as he struggled to stand, his body broken but his will still clinging to survival.
(Tarra)"your turn! Vulcan Magma."
The special case's breath came in ragged gasps, his instincts screaming danger. He knew something horrific was about to happen, and it was coming for him. With sheer desperation, he forced his body to respond, summoning every ounce of power he had left.
'Red-dark power: 40%!'
The words rang through his mind. His body, already on the brink of collapse, strained under the force of his rising power. His pride had been shattered by Tarra, and the humiliation festered inside him, fueling his rage. He clenched his teeth, forcing himself upright, only for a sharp jolt to strike his senses.
The sky—it wasn't just changing, it was bleeding! Darkening! Warping around something unnatural!
"This… is strange," he muttered, his voice filled with unease. "Who is causing all of this? It must be him… that Magma FLY!!"
The moment his words left his lips—
(Ceros)"VULCAN!!!"
The battlefield trembled at the sound of Ceros's voice, his roar cutting through the air like a war cry. The special case's breath hitched, his entire body seizing in alarm. "Vulcan technique, Third Form!"
Ceros's declaration echoed across the battlefield, ensuring every warrior present heard it. The special case's rage exploded. His power crackled viole around him as he shot himself upward, determined to put an end to whatever Ceros was planning before it was too late.
"You won't do anything," he bellowed. "Time to ruin your little attack, Magma Fly!"
He surged toward Ceros, his speed breaking through the air—
Then, he saw it.
His body froze. His breath caught in his throat.
A force unlike anything he had ever experienced pressed down on him, suffocating, inescapable. The sky itself seemed to bow under its weight. His mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the vast, immeasurable difference between him and the entity hovering above.
"This… is not… what I thought…" his voice wavered.
"YOU!!! YOU ARE NOT… IN THE MASTER LEVELS!!!"
Panic gripped him as the realization dawned.
"YOU DAMN… MAGMA FLY… KHAAAAAA—!"
Without any warning, the special case flashed to the ground, cracking every inch of his surroundings with the sheer force of his impact. The attack kept pushing on him nonstop and it formed a large orange-red circle that covered most of the battlefield, destroying everything that comes in its way.
What was that attack? What actually happened? And finally... HOW?
***
(Strokash)"20 years!!! CEROS! WAIT!" Filled with mystery and darkness, Strokash shouted as Ceros leapt into the sky, transformed his feet, cutting through every atmospheric molecule that happens to be in his way. Eventually, slicing the clouds as he passed them with a monster-like pose.
Ceros stopped himself by shooting a normal shockwave above with a slight angle to the horizon, letting himself loosen up before charging his elemental power. Breathing in and out, calming his mind in the process, he let out yet a calm sigh, being driven with his mind to charge up his elemental destructive force.
(Ceros)"This fight really brings so many memories of the shade past of mine." He said with a calm tone, putting his morphed right hand on his face…grinning, he opened his eyes a little. The duration for which his morphed hand was kept still on his face resulted in a burning state of skin, yet still as calm as before. Being fully exposed to his morphed hand shifted his face to be one of the same as well…morphed! His eyes glowed with some orange-red liquid vulcan magma, his smile dripping some of it down, his core was still as a shut-off engine started to ignite, making a small eruption horizontally from his core.
(Ceros)"VULCAN!!!" Shouting on the battlefield, his voice resounded in all directions and to the most important one, the special case. The eruption from his core didn't stop, as it continued its eruption, his whole body began to morph as a chemical reaction of molten and Volcanic magma. Soon after that, he became fully morphed with his Vulcan magma.
Red molten hair hovered above his head, shifting like flowing magma, casting an eerie glow upon his face. His Vulcan eyes burned with an ominous radiance, the fiery embers swirling within them. A grin stretched unnaturally across his face, a wicked curve etched by the sheer thrill of battle. His attire, a fusion of charcoal-black and deep crimson cloth, clung to his form like shadows woven with fire.
His fists, encased in obsidian-black gauntlets, pulsed with restrained fury, the very air around them rippling from the heat. Yet beneath it all, beneath the layers of his battle-worn clothes, lay the one thing unseen—his core. The heart of his power, a secret locked away beneath fabric and flesh, a mystery!
When everything seemed quite comprehensively, Ceros then stretched his right arm horizontally, bending it till it raised and faced the sky above like he was flexing his muscles or something like that but it held a deeper meaning. Beginning with a punch in the sky with the same stance followed by another and another, With every punch, his speed increased rapidly till it reached the point that his arm looked like a mirage. Then it started descending till his arm stopped moving, returned to his pose while his arm was still stretched, he moved his body to face the special case from above, bending his body to land a punch of molten magma on the helpless, no more threatening special case.
(Ceros)"Hehehehehe… Hahahahahaha…"
***
In the middle of every sector, there resides the main fortress that every mission and every command comes from, a vast fortress, an aura that combines the four main elements. A warrior was walking slowly entered the fortress without being seen by anyone even the guards and all the powerful elemental warriors. Sneaking in the alleys of the fortress, he managed to stop by a private training area. coming out of the shadows, he bent himself and entered the training area from the narrow opening in the door.
"Master Poisoner..." Poisoner, The holder of a title that fears anyone in the middle sectors, The sector 72 master, Poisoner. sitting in the middle of the arena, the intruder stood behind him. Poisoner tilted his head to the right side only to give the intruder a bombastic side eye, however, it was a dark menacing stare.
(Poisoner)"Raien, What brought you here...again?" his voice filled with confidence, emanating a gloomy, luminous aura, coiling around him. In fact, the intruder happened to be Raien, the water element special case. why did he sneak in if he was working under the sector master himself? I heard you asking, only one answer can fulfil your desire...Patience.
(Raien)"Ceros... I assume you know by now everything."
(Poisoner)"Let it be, he finally revealed his element after 20 years... after that tragic day!"
(Raien)"Well, if you let it slide like that, you must have a valid reason or..." Raien's voice stopped by itself as the thrill of realization hit him furiously.
(Poisoner)"Time shall come to reveal everything!"
***
The battlefield fell in utter silence, that's before the impact shattered everything along with the special case. A huge circle of what seemed like a colossal shockwave swallowed the whole area. the other masters fleed thanks to Inferno who was able to see through the true strength of this attack alongside Electro on his shoulder.
(Strokash)"What... The hell... Was that?!!" full of confusion and shock, Strokash spotted some words out of his mouth with difficulty.
(Tarra)"I... I have never seen anything like this!!"
(Trosar)"That... holds so much training to be able to perform such a devastating form!!"
(Fiaras)"We knew him for so long and yet, no one knew his full potential!!"
Ignited strings, who is supposed to be the weakest here, couldn't even open his mouth, let aside talking.
Inferno, however, was not very different from them, he felt a shiver run down his spine, resulting in his plan to retreat.
(Inferno)"This... This... Is... The Meteoro Sphere!!!"