the potols in the sky began to close slowly, their energy fading. It seemed that Henry had been the key to keeping them open, and with him gone, they couldn't sustain themselves. The air was quiet once more, the only sound being the soft hum of dissipating energy.
Zico reached Mark and placed his dagger against Mark's throat.
"You're killing him now?" Entity asked, his voice laced with fear, despite his efforts to hide it.
"He's useless now," Zico replied, his voice indifferent:
"I've already killed Henry. Now Mark is nothing." Zico's gaze was cold.
"You've got to be kidding me," Emily's mom responded, her face a mix of emotions, unsure how to react.
"I'm not joking, mom," Fighting Beauty said, looking embarrassed.
But their conversation was interrupted by a sudden intrusion. Asami burst into the room, her beautiful face etched with worry and urgency. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her long legs carried her with grace. She wore a black tank top and black trousers, complemented by black sneakers, showcasing her sense of fashion:
"Emily, let's go! Hurry!"
"What's wrong, Asami?" Emily asked, sensing the gravity of the situation.
Asami's response was brief:
"No time to explain. Come on!"
Emily trusted her friend implicitly, so she bid her mother a quick farewell:
"Let's go! See you later, mom."
Outside, Emily's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. Multiple portals were swirling strangely, their energy pulsating in a way she had never seen before. She felt a shiver run down her spine.
Asami held her hand, and they ran towards the fence surrounding the property. On the other side, Emily saw a group of people waiting for them. Her eyes locked onto Ariana and Remon.
"How are you, Fighting Beauty?" Ariana asked calmly.
Remon bowed in greeting. Emily's confusion was evident:
"How are you? Why are you here?"
But before she received any answers, Remon grasped her hand, and they leaped into the swirling portal. Ariana and Asami followed close behind, leaving Emily's questions unanswered for the moment.
"I've already killed Henry. Now Mark is nothing." Zico's gaze was cold.
"But...but look!" Entity's voice trembled, his eyes fixed on Henry's lifeless body, which now stood upright, defying logic.
"What do you mean, look?" Zico asked, his tone calm, as he lifted his daggers from Mark's throat.
"H-Henry..." Entity stuttered, his voice cracking with horror.
Zico immediately spun around, his gaze locking onto Henry, just as a dark energy burst forth from Henry's body, slamming both him and Entity to the ground. The air seemed to thicken, as if gravity itself had intensified, pinning them down.
Henry's body began to twist and contort, his third eye glowing with a red light. His two pupils in the third eye merged into one, creating an unblinking stare. His normal eyes milky white, lifeless, and cold. The multiple portals around the place roared back to life, their energy surging wildly, like a maelstrom of chaos.
Zico's thoughts grew cloudy, his strength waning:
"What's happening...I feel...weak," he thought, his body beginning to dissolve into a liquid state, flowing back into Entity, who lay motionless on the ground.
The portals continued their frenzied dance, threatening to consume everything. Then, as suddenly as it began, the turmoil subsided.
Henry stood tall, his arm etched with strange, pulsing marks that seemed to shift like living shadows. The lines spread across his back, chest, and face, converging at his third eye, which glowed with an eerie red light. He lifted His head and his hair turned snow white, and a single horn sprouted from his left temple.
With an unnerving grin, Henry spoke in a voice that sent shivers down their spines:
"It's good to be back."
Entity lay on the ground, his energy had been drained, Zico returned. But why wasn't he taking over the body, why wasn't mark waking up. If non of them woke up it would be the death of all three of them.
"But this is not the place I wanted to wake in. Is this Earth?" Henry said, looking around:
"Well, it doesn't matter. I am a god in any place in the universe."
As if reminded of something, Henry gazed down at Mark and Zico lying on the ground:
"You're the one who tried to stand in front of me?" Henry asked, his voice dripping with disdain. With just a thought, Zico was lifted into the air, choking.
«What's happening? It hurts,» Entity thought, panicked.
"You're not answering?" Henry said, his tone cold:
"Well, that doesn't matter. There's no clear reason you would give for standing before me."
"Le-leave me... H-henry," Entity spoke, struggling to get the words out while being choked.
"Did you just call me Henry?" Henry asked, his voice laced with confusion and anger. Wait, wasn't he Henry?
"What if he did?" a voice resonated from behind Entity's body. Mark emerged, walking towards Henry with a determined stride.
"You dare get up in front of me?" Henry sneered, increasing his energy's pressure. However, his powers only managed to slam Zico down hard, while Mark continued his approach, seemingly unaffected.
"After getting up, I feel stronger... It's crazy, right?" Mark said, his eyes fixated on Henry as he walked.
Henry's anger grew as he beheld Mark's fearless stance:
"You think you can stand before me?" Henry's voice boomed, his energy flaring with indignation.
"Wow, that's a makeover, Henry! I like your Armorment transformation... Oh, I think I'm pretty close to mine too," Mark said, his voice calm. He raised his hand from behind, and a long black scythe materialized in his hand.
The ground beneath them crumbled as Henry unleashed a shockwave, his anger palpable. The portals in the sky began to ripple again, growing more turbulent as his fury intensified. Mark and Zico were pushed back, Mark landing on his feet while Zico crashed to the ground like a doll.
"How dare you repeat the same mistake?" Henry seethed, his voice low and menacing.
"I am not Henry!" He palsed, then burst forth with a shout:
"I am the God Seen!!"
Mark deftly parried away some of the rocks hurtling towards him with his scythe.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" he asked, his expression straight.