The air around them grew colder as the soul, an ominous and dark entity, began attacking the world with immense power. It twisted and raged, its presence sending shockwaves through that world. Kofi, in the midst of battle, managed to sever one of its hands. However, to his horror, the hand quickly regenerated, as if nothing had happened.
Yohan, standing beside him, clenched his fists and activated his first sign, hoping to deal a decisive blow. He unleashed his power, sending a blast of energy directly at the soul, but it simply passed through the entity as though it were made of smoke. The soul laughed mockingly.
"You're weak," the soul hissed, its voice echoing unnervingly. "You and your people are no match for the power of the Samodiva clan."
Yohan gritted his teeth in frustration, feeling the weight of the soul's taunts. "The Sasa clan is far more powerful than you think," Yohan shot back, determination flaring in his eyes.
Kofi, standing beside him, smirked. "You're just a woman," he taunted, trying to distract the soul.
The soul's laughter grew louder, more sinister. "Is that so?" it said, its voice dripping with malice. "Do you even know who you face? Our queen... she is imprisoned in the deepest pits of hell. But when she breaks free and comes to this world, you children won't stand a chance. It will be all over for you... for the Sasa clan... for this world."
Yohan's heart raced as the weight of the threat settled in. A queen, even more powerful than this soul, trapped in hell and possibly making her way to the surface? He exchanged a worried glance with Kofi, realizing the magnitude of what they were truly up against.
But even in the face of such danger, Yohan stood firm. "We will fight," he said with quiet resolve. "No matter what comes, we will protect this world."
Kofi nodded, gripping his weapon tighter. "Let her come. We'll be ready."
Yohan, filled with determination, activated his second sign transformation, his aura flaring up as he rushed toward the soul. His speed increased, and his body surged with energy as he aimed a powerful strike at the soul. But just as he was about to land the blow, the soul whispered, "Samodiva mimicry."
To Yohan's shock, the soul's form shimmered, and it suddenly mirrored his abilities—its aura, movements, and power were identical to Yohan's second sign. It was as if he was fighting a reflection of himself. Yohan's eyes widened in disbelief as he felt his energy begin to drain rapidly.
"What... what is this?" Yohan stammered, realizing the soul was sapping his strength and mimicking every one of his powers.
The village elder, standing nearby, spoke in a grave voice. "I've heard of the Samodiva clan. They originate from another universe, just like us. Their terrifying power is to mimic the exact abilities of their enemies. It's like fighting yourself."
Kofi, seeing Yohan in trouble, tried to capitalize on the distraction. He swiftly aimed a strike to decapitate the soul, but before he could land the blow, the soul activated the first sign, unleashing an immense force. Kofi was thrown violently to the ground, his weapon knocked from his grasp.
Henry, ever the protector, rushed to shield the others. But when the soul unleashed a powerful shockwave using Yohan's first sign, the impact was devastating. Henry's shield shattered into pieces, leaving him defenseless as he was flung backward by the sheer force of the attack.
The air crackled with tension as the soul floated above, grinning with malevolent glee. "You see now?" it said mockingly. "Your powers are useless against me. You will all fall before the Samodiva clan's might."
Yohan, struggling to stand, felt his energy drain faster with every moment the soul mirrored his power. He clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. "We need to think of something… fast," he muttered to Kofi, who was slowly rising to his feet, his face determined despite the pain.
The battle wasn't just about strength anymore—it was about outsmarting an enemy who could become their mirror image.
Yohan, steadying himself after the intense battle, looked directly at the soul with newfound determination. "I never imagined the escaped souls would wield this much power. The Heaven God warned me... I have no choice but to use my siddhi."
With that, Yohan took a deep breath and, gathering all his energy, uttered the word, "Vastva."
Immediately, a powerful surge of energy surrounded Yohan, radiating outward. The soul, which had been mimicking Yohan's powers so effortlessly before, suddenly began to falter. Its once intimidating aura flickered and dimmed. The power it had copied from Yohan was no longer its own, slipping away as the vast influence of Vastva took control.
The soul's eyes widened in panic as it felt its abilities crumble. "What... what's happening?!" it screamed, confusion filling its voice as its mimicry failed, leaving it defenseless.
Yohan stood tall, his voice calm yet firm. "Your mimicry means nothing in the face of Vastva. It grants me control over all powers, leaving you powerless. You can no longer steal what you do not own."
The soul, overwhelmed with disbelief, looked around in desperation. "This can't be! The Samodiva clan's power is unstoppable! I will destroy you all!"
But no matter how hard it tried, its strength was gone, utterly neutralized by Vastva.
Kofi, now back on his feet after the intense clash, stared at Yohan in awe. "You actually did it... You stripped her of everything."
The village elder, who had been watching closely, nodded in approval. "Vastva, the siddhi of complete control. With it, Yohan has mastery over all powers, even those of the Samodiva clan."
Yohan, his eyes filled with resolve, stepped forward toward the helpless soul. "This ends now. Your reign of destruction is over."