Yohan raced towards the source of the dark energy, his heart pounding with urgency. When he finally arrived, he saw a figure cloaked in dark energy, brandishing a sword, poised to strike a young girl who was defenseless. Without a moment's hesitation, Yohan intervened. "It's time for you to return to hell, you vile soul!"
The dark entity, seemingly amused, turned its attention to Yohan. "You were the one who unintentionally helped me escape. Thank you, but I refuse to go back."
Fury surged through Yohan. "Then die here!" he roared, launching into an aggressive assault with his siddhi powers. His attacks were fierce, but the dark soul was determined to capture the young girl's body, its dark roots reaching out toward her.
Desperation filled Yohan as he shouted, "Get out of here, girl!" The girl, paralyzed by confusion and fear, remained motionless. "Are you blind? Can't you see what's happening?" Yohan demanded, his voice edged with frustration.
The girl, still looking bewildered, finally responded, "Yes, I am blind."
Yohan's anger softened to a pang of sympathy. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice gentler now. "I didn't know."
Suddenly, the dark soul lashed out with its dark roots, ensnaring Yohan. The tendrils wrapped around him, absorbing his energy. Yohan felt his strength waning, his eyes growing darker with each passing moment. The oppressive force drained him, leaving him powerless and unable to move. His once formidable abilities were now reduced to a flicker, as the dark soul fed on his power.
As Yohan struggled against the dark soul's oppressive grasp, his Siddhi's voice echoed in his mind. "Hey Yohan, use your god's power. Transform with the 1st sign."
Yohan, weakened but still conscious, asked, "What's that?"
The Siddhi responded urgently, "It's the God Fighting Style. Each sign has its own transformation. You need to use the 1st sign and pray."
Desperate for any advantage, Yohan focused his mind and invoked the 1st sign. As he did, his body began to glow with a radiant red aura, illuminating the surrounding darkness. The dark soul watched in astonishment, confusion etched across its features.
"What's happening to you?" the soul demanded, its voice filled with fear and uncertainty.
With renewed strength, Yohan stood up, the red aura intensifying around him. He moved his finger, and the sheer force of his energy shattered the chains that had been binding him and the planet's limits. The chains disintegrated into dust, and the oppressive force holding Yohan back was lifted.
The dark soul, enraged, launched a fierce attack. Yohan, now empowered, defended himself with equal ferocity, countering the soul's relentless assault. The battle raged on, each clash of power sending shockwaves through the area.
Finally, Yohan saw an opening. Summoning all his strength, he unleashed a powerful punch. The force of the blow was so immense that the dark soul exploded into a million pieces, disintegrating into nothingness.
Yohan, exhausted from the intense battle, gasped as he watched the fragments of the soul dissipate. "Go away, you vile soul," he said with a mix of relief and anger. He collapsed to the ground, his body trembling from the exertion.
As he lay there, the red aura slowly faded, and Yohan's strength dwindled. He knew he had won the battle, but the toll it had taken on him was immense.
As Yohan regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a modest bed within a small, warmly lit room. The young girl he had saved from the dark soul sat beside him, She looked up and smiled.
"Thank you, sir," she said softly. "You saved our planet from the evil soul."
Yohan, still weak but determined to remain humble, replied, "It's okay. Just call me Yohan."
The girl's smile widened. "Alright, Yohan."
Curious about her, Yohan asked, "What's your name?"
"I'm Yavi," she said, her voice steady. "From the Sasa Clan."
Yohan chuckled lightly. "Sasa Clan? That's quite a unique name."
Yavi nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Yes, it is. I am the last survivor of that clan."
Yohan's expression softened with understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Just then, an old man entered the room, his face lined with experience and wisdom. "Yohan, we need to leave for the nearest planet," he said.
Yohan, still groggy, asked, "Why?"
The old man explained, "You've destroyed the limit chains that protected our planet from asteroids and radiation. Without them, our planet is no longer safe. We need to find a new one and rebuild."
Yohan's sense of responsibility flared. "I'm the one who caused this, so I will stay here until your new kingdom is established."
The old man looked at Yohan with a mix of respect and concern. "Are you sure, Yohan?"
Yohan nodded resolutely. "Yes, I am. It's the least I can do after what happened."
Yavi looked at Yohan with admiration. "Thank you, Yohan. We appreciate your sacrifice."
With a determined nod, Yohan prepared himself to stay behind, ready to support Yavi and the others in their quest for a new home, while the old man and the rest of the group set out to find a suitable planet for their survival.