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Chapter 7 - Who dares to interfere with a god?

Seeing the dire situation, the white-bearded Elder chanted ancient incantations, drawing upon forbidden techniques. The air around him shimmered as he invoked a spell of binding, aiming to restrict Marcellus's movements. Chains of ethereal energy shot toward Marcellus, wrapping around him and attempting to hold him in place.

But Marcellus's grin only widened. His body shimmered, transforming into pure electricity, and the chains shattered. He surged forward with incredible speed, enhanced by his amplified powers, and appeared directly in front of the Elder with the white beard. With a swift motion, Marcellus drove his electrically charged fist, infused with explosive power, toward the Elder's chest.

The impact was catastrophic. The explosion tore through the Elder's defences, sending him crashing into the ground with a force that cracked the earth beneath him. Dust and debris filled the air as the Elder struggled to rise, blood seeping from his wounds.

The other Elders rushed to his side, their expressions grim. The Elder with the scar, his sword gleaming with Haki, stepped forward, his resolve unshaken. "We cannot afford to hold back. We must end this, here and now."

The Elders moved as one, each channelling their full power. The scarred swordsman's blade became a blur as he unleashed a series of devastating strikes, each one creating shockwaves that tore through the air. The bald Elder focused his energy, creating a massive sphere of condensed power, ready to unleash it upon Marcellus.

But Marcellus was faster. He weaved through their attacks with ease, his body crackling with electricity. He raised his hand again, summoning another amplified lightning strike, but this time, it was laced with explosive energy from the Bomu Bomu no Mi. The result was a massive blast that engulfed the battlefield in light and sound, reducing the surrounding area to rubble.

The Elders braced themselves, but the sheer force of the attack was overwhelming. The bald Elder's barrier shattered, and the scarred swordsman was knocked back, his sword slipping from his grasp. The white-bearded Elder, despite his injuries, managed to shield the others from the worst of the blast, but it was clear that they were on the brink.

As the dust settled, Marcellus floated above them, his expression one of absolute superiority. "This is the end. You cannot stand against the might of a god who wields the power of the heavens and the earth."

But the Five Elders, despite their exhaustion, were not broken. They shared a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They had one final strategy, a desperate move that could either save them or spell their doom.

The scarred swordsman retrieved his blade, and the Elders gathered their remaining strength, pooling their powers into a single, unified attack. The air around them began to vibrate with an ominous energy, and the ground trembled as they prepared to unleash their ultimate technique.

Marcellus watched with interest, his confidence unshaken. "It won't matter. Your final effort will crumble before my divine power."

With a roar, the Elders released their attack, a massive surge of energy that tore through the air, converging on Marcellus with unstoppable force. The attack was a culmination of centuries of mastery, a technique forged in the fires of countless battles.

But Marcellus was ready. He summoned all his powers, amplifying them to their absolute limit. Lightning, explosions, and raw energy combined into a massive sphere of destruction, which he hurled at the incoming attack.

The two forces collided in a cataclysmic explosion that shook the entire Red Line. The shockwave was felt across the world, as the powers of gods and men clashed in a battle that would be remembered for ages.

When the light finally faded, the battlefield was unrecognisable. The once-mighty Pangaea Castle was in ruins, reduced to a smouldering wasteland. In the centre of the devastation stood Marcellus, his body battered but still crackling with energy. The Five Elders lay scattered around him, barely conscious, their final attack having drained them of nearly all their strength.

Marcellus staggered, his breath ragged, but his victory was clear. "You fought well," he admitted, his voice carrying a grudging respect. "But in the end, not even the rulers of the world can withstand the power of a god."

But as he prepared to deliver the final blow, a new presence made itself known. The air grew heavy, and the sky darkened once more, but this time, it was not Marcellus's doing. A figure stepped forward from the shadows, cloaked in darkness, radiating an aura of power that even Marcellus had to acknowledge.

"Enough," the figure's voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority. "This battle ends now."

Marcellus turned to face the newcomer, his eyes narrowing. "Who dares to interfere with a god?"

The figure stepped into the light, revealing himself. It was Imu, the true ruler of the world, the being who stood above even the Five Elders.

Imu's eyes glowed with a cold, unearthly light. "You may have grown powerful, Marcellus, but there are forces in this world that even gods must bow to."

And with that, the final confrontation began, the fate of the world hanging in the balance.