The energy in the air became suffocating, and before the boy could finish off the last student, an overwhelming force froze him in place. Luke, astonished by how this random boy managed to incapacitate his classmates without a saevus, felt a surge of anger. His eyes narrowed, and he uttered, "Saevus open."
The atmosphere shifted. The boy barely had time to react before being flipped upside down and thrown violently into the wall. As he struggled to stand, he saw Luke approaching—only now, Luke's hair had turned white, and his eyes glowed a piercing red. Every step Luke took left a dent in the ground, a red aura pulsating around him.
"YOU HAVE TO GET AWAY FROM H—" the student the boy had saved tried to shout, but Luke, now in berserk mode, silenced him with a single punch, sending him crashing through the stone wall.
The boy's body trembled as he realized the immense power he was up against. "He's moving so fast… I can't keep up," the boy muttered, clutching his side in pain. But despite his body urging him to flee, he stayed. If I run, the other student won't survive. Determined, he forced himself to stand.
"I can do this," he whispered, remembering the feeling of breaking free from the tower. The boy made a plan: outlast Luke's berserk state until he was vulnerable. Using the terrain as cover, the boy began bouncing from wall to wall, barely dodging Luke's onslaught.
Luke's punches cracked the walls of the alley, but the boy was quick. He baited Luke into a powerful strike, blocking with his arms to minimize the damage and counterattacking. However, his hit didn't seem to affect Luke at all. Luke grabbed the boy's leg and slammed him into the wall, leaving him bloodied and half-conscious.
As the boy lay there, slipping into unconsciousness, a strange vision overtook him. He stood in a white room—a void of nothingness. A window, like the one in the tower, appeared before him, and beside it, a woman sat, gazing out.
"Don't the humans make you happy, REDACTED?" the woman said, her last word muffled, as though the boy wasn't allowed to hear it.
Suddenly, the vision shattered, and the boy awoke in a pool of his own blood. Ominous shadows loomed over him. In the real world, Luke—still in his berserk state—raised his foot for a final, lethal blow.
But before Luke could strike, a dark energy erupted from the boy's body, forcing Luke out of his berserk mode. Startled, Luke stumbled back. "What the hell is that?" he stammered.
The necklace around the boy's neck began to glow, and the cat-like creature that had once been inside re-emerged—not as an animal, but as a towering man with a beastly body and a human face. "Who harmed my master?" the figure demanded, its presence suffocating the air with power.
Luke, terrified, tried to back away. "I-I-I DON'T KNOW, HE ATTACKED ME FIRST!" he lied, trembling.
The beastly man snarled, "LIAR! I can smell the god's power on you. You reek of his malice." With a mighty slam, the man split the ground open, creating a massive rift.
Trying to run away Luke realized there was only one way to get out alive and it was to use, THAT.
The man surrounded with dark energy approached Luke with killing intent brimming from every orifice of his body. "STAY BACK, IM WARNING YOU, I DON'T WANT TO USE THIS UNLESS I HAVE TO!", said Luke as his back was against the wall. Realizing the thing that just appeared out of the boy wasn't going to stop he had no choice but to use it. He put his hand on his chest and said, "Morta God of fury, heed my call, for I welcome your wrath in my heart and your malice in my soul, raise the anguish of my opponents so my pain should be their pain, ANIMA RESONET".
An unnatural silence blanketed the area as Luke's body surged with divine power. The once-terrifying beast man paused, recognizing the danger. "What... what is this power?" the beast muttered, taking a cautious step back.
In an instant, Luke's movements became faster than the speed of sound. He launched himself at the beast, delivering a blow that sent the giant man soaring into the sky. "How is a human using the full power of a god?" the beast marveled as he tumbled through the air. But before he could brace for another attack, Luke was already above him, slamming him down to the ground with enough force to send debris flying everywhere.
The beast struggled to rise, wiping blood from his mouth. "His speed… I need to slow him down," the beast muttered, releasing the heavy chains from his shoulders. "Master told me not to harm humans… but this one is dangerous."
The chains swung through the air, wrapping around Luke. But in one swift motion, Luke shattered them and pulled the beast toward him with terrifying speed. Luke swung the beast into the wall, but the beast retaliated, sweeping Luke's legs out from under him and unleashing a barrage of powerful strikes. The two traded blows, the alleyway crumbling around them as their battle escalated.
Hearing the ruckus the bullied boy who was sent through the wall awakened and seeing the battle that was happening in front of him struggled to run away, "I have to contact the corps."
The vibrations of their battle could be felt throughout the city. The beast, recognizing the danger and coming to a sudden stop he backs away and utters something under his breath, "Primus Modus Aperta." His enormous, chaotic energy refined itself, becoming smaller but far more concentrated.
Running towards the halted man Luke plans to end this in a swift and decisive blow charging up all his energy into his fist and aiming it at him. BOOM!, the powerful attack that sent shockwaves through the earth caused the alley to fill with dust and rubble.
When the dust settled, Luke stood there, panting and battered, his arm limp from the strain. He stared in disbelief as the beast emerged from the smoke—completely unharmed.
"What… what are you made of?" Luke asked, his voice trembling.
With his fist clenched and loaded the man goes to return the attack that was sent at him back threefold, but suddenly he was unable to move forwards as if time itself had stopped and a soft voice echoed through the air behind him, "Tempus Claudum."
A slender girl with long brown hair and green eyes floated down from the sky. The once suffocating atmosphere became eerily still. "Luke, how many times have I told you not to cause trouble in town?" she said, her voice calm yet commanding.
"If Arthur hadn't told me what you were doing, this would've ended very badly," she added, scanning the battlefield with a disapproving look.