At 8 AM, the enigmatic figure Xavy stood silently on a rooftop, observing the bustling city below. Civilians mingled with saviors, their lives interwoven with fleeting moments of peace. Xavy's sharp eyes scanned the horizon, his expression unreadable.
Suddenly, an enemy emerged from the shadows, lunging toward him with lethal intent. Without flinching, Xavy raised a single finger and effortlessly deflected the attack. A shockwave rippled through the air, so swift and precise that no civilian below noticed.
Xavy's voice was calm but laced with authority. "What do you want?"
The enemy staggered back, his expression shifting from arrogance to disbelief. "A... kid? No... A kid can't be this strong..." he muttered, more to himself than to Xavy.
Xavy narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "I won't ask again. What do you want?"
The enemy hesitated, visibly shaken by Xavy's tone. "N-nothing," he stammered. "I thought you were just a defenseless kid, like the others... But I didn't expect someone who could block my attack with... a finger..." His voice trembled. "Who are you?"
Xavy's glare intensified, his gaze cold and unyielding. "That's none of your concern," he said, his tone sharp and final. "But I'll make sure you forget you ever met me."
Before the enemy could react, Xavy vanished in an instant, his presence erased as if he had never been there. A wave of disorientation swept over the enemy, his memories muddled and fragmented.
Standing there alone, the enemy looked around, bewildered. "What the... What just happened?" he muttered, clutching his head. "Who was I... chasing? What was I... doing?"
The rooftop was silent once more, save for the faint whispers of the wind. Xavy had disappeared, leaving behind only unanswered questions and a lingering sense of unease.
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As Yaxoc and Luna strolled through the city streets, Luna tilted her head curiously. "So, Yaxoc, where exactly are you planning to take me?" she asked, her tone light but inquisitive.
Yaxoc glanced at her. "I figured we could drop by Marcus's house. It's been a while since I gave him a hard time," he said with a smirk.
Luna raised an eyebrow. "You do realize Marcus mentioned he wouldn't be home, right? He said he had an appointment around this time."
Yaxoc stopped mid-step, turning to her with a slight frown. "And you didn't think to mention this earlier?"
Luna shrugged casually. "I thought he told you. Guess he forgot," she said, brushing it off. "Anyway, let's head back to my apartment instead."
Yaxoc crossed his arms and shot her a look. "I thought your sister said she needed privacy for... whatever it was she was doing. She specifically told us not to be there."
Luna froze for a moment, then quickly waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, uh, that. Yeah, don't worry about it—she finished up, like, six minutes ago," she said, her voice a little too quick.
Without waiting for a response, she began walking ahead.
Yaxoc narrowed his eyes, watching her with suspicion. Something's definitely fishy about her sister, he thought. Eh, doesn't matter. With a shrug, he followed her down the street.
An enemy suddenly dashed out from the shadows toward Yaxoc and Luna, chanting loudly, "EXPLOSIVE MAGIC: GRENADE!"
A barrage of magical bombs erupted around them, sending both Yaxoc and Luna flying through the air. The explosions left their clothes tattered, and blood trickled from their wounds.
Yaxoc hit the ground hard but was the first to rise, coughing and staggering. "What the hell was that?" His eyes darted to the attacker before falling on Luna, who lay unconscious nearby. His breath caught. "Crap... She's out cold."
He clenched his fists and turned his furious gaze to the enemy. "Who the hell do you think you are, you piece of ####?!"
The enemy cackled, his voice dripping with malice. "Does it really matter? You're both going to be ashes soon!" He fired off several more explosive blasts aimed at Yaxoc.
"Is that all you've got?!" Yaxoc growled, unsheathing his sword. He slashed through the incoming explosions, slicing them apart in a flurry of sparks and smoke. Yet each detonation chipped away at his strength, burning his arms and legs.
"Damn it!" Yaxoc muttered under his breath. He glanced at Luna's unconscious form, his resolve hardening. Without a second thought, he scooped her up into his arms and bolted down the street.
"Running away, huh?" the enemy sneered, giving chase. "You're nothing but a coward! Fight me like a real savior, you little #####!"
Before the enemy could close the distance, a commanding voice echoed through the air. "Don't. Move."
The enemy skidded to a halt, turning to see Mr. Hight standing imposingly behind him, his eyes cold and focused.
"Wha—!" The enemy's words were cut off as a massive boulder soared through the air, controlled by Mr. Hight's telekinesis. It slammed into him with brutal force, knocking him out instantly and pinning him to the ground.
Mr. Hight lowered his hand, the rock settling firmly on top of the defeated enemy. "Fool," he muttered before turning to Yaxoc in the distance.
"Take her to safety," he said firmly, his voice carrying an air of calm authority. "I'll handle things here."
Yaxoc glanced back at Mr. Hight, who stood resolute amidst the chaos. With a nod of gratitude, he tightened his hold on Luna and sprinted away into the shadows.
"You got this!" Yaxoc called, his voice fading into the distance.
Mr. Hight turned his attention to the unconscious enemy pinned beneath the boulder, his sharp eyes scanning for any further threats. Satisfied with his work, he walked away, his posture calm but alert.
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High above, a figure cloaked in shadow observed the scene from a rooftop. The high-level enemy, a cunning and dangerous figure, narrowed his eyes as he watched Mr. Hight retreat.
"Interesting subject..." he mused, his voice low and calculating. "I didn't think Mr. Hight had it in him to dispatch that fool so easily. Except..."
His gaze drifted to a set of photographs scattered before him, each depicting a young boy—Xavy. His piercing stare fixated on the boy's calm demeanor and mysterious aura captured in the images.
A sly smile crept across his face. "Once I bring Xavy to Lucius and Ogamak's side, there will be no stopping us—not Yaxoc, not even the entire Savior Academy."
With deliberate care, he folded the photographs and tucked them into his coat. Then, he lifted a nearby newspaper, the headline glaring in bold letters:
"YURGION HECTURES: A Name Rising in Shadows?"
Yurgion Hectures smirked as he read the paper, his fingers curling around its edges. "Count your days, Xavy," he said, his tone venomous. "Your ability to create and bend reality itself is insignificant compared to what Lucius and Ogamak are planning. Soon, you'll see the futility of resistance."
He stepped back into the shadows, leaving the rooftop empty, his sinister ambitions weaving into the threads of the saviors' uncertain future.
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A few hours later, Marcus quietly stepped into Luna's room, his eyes falling on her resting form. Bandages wrapped around her injuries as she lay unconscious in bed. Yaxoc stood nearby, arms crossed, a grim expression on his face.
"What happened to her?" Marcus asked, his voice heavy with concern.
Yaxoc sighed and shook his head. "An enemy ambushed us while you were gone," he began. "It had some sort of—"
"Explosion magic?" Marcus interrupted, his tone sharp. "Hight told me about it. That kind of magic can do serious damage." He looked at Luna, worry etching his face. "She's lucky to be alive. Her defense stats aren't exactly high."
"Yeah, you're right," Yaxoc agreed, his gaze flickering to Luna. "We'll need to be more careful from now on. I heard a new enemy is lurking around the city. Supposedly stronger than we've ever faced."
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Stronger? Do we have any details about this enemy?"
Yaxoc shrugged. "Not much. He's still an unknown. No solid intel yet."
Before Marcus could respond, Moonlight entered the room, a stack of papers in her hands. "Hey, guys," she greeted, her tone serious. "I'm guessing you've heard about the new enemy. I've got the danger scale data right here."
Yaxoc turned toward her, his brow furrowed. "Danger scale?"
Marcus nodded knowingly. "It's a program used to evaluate an enemy's threat level based on their magic power, stats, and potential to cause destruction."
Moonlight glanced at the paper in her hands and said, "This enemy has been assessed at level 5."
Both Yaxoc and Marcus froze, their expressions shifting to shock.
"A level 5?" Marcus repeated, his voice rising. "That means this enemy can destroy mountains at the lowest scale and islands at the highest!"
"What kind of lunatic needs that much power just to wipe out a single island?!" Yaxoc exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.
Moonlight set the papers down on the table. "Their goal is world domination and societal reconstruction," she explained. "They used to operate as a gang, but the saviors intervened years ago. The reason? They were applying illegal magic enhancements to their members. That was back in 1864. And it seems they've been perfecting their methods ever since."
Yaxoc clenched his fists. "So they've been biding their time, building up their power, all for this?"
"Exactly," Moonlight said, her voice steady. "And now, we have to stop them before their ambitions become a reality."
Marcus nodded, his expression hardening. "Then we better get ready. If this level 5 enemy is anywhere near the city, we'll need every bit of strength we've got."
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9 PM – The Silent Streets
Yurgion wandered the eerily empty city, his steps echoing in the silence. His sharp eyes scanned the darkness, searching for his initial target—Hight. But instead of Hight, his gaze fell upon someone far more intriguing.
Xavy stood under a dim streetlight, his presence commanding despite the shadows. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice calm yet unwavering.
Yurgion smirked, his arrogance seeping into his tone. "Heh... Look at that. The self-proclaimed god." His mocking laugh filled the air, thinly veiling his disbelief.
Xavy's eyes narrowed, his expression as cold as stone. "I never claimed to be a god. But I possess abilities that rival one." His voice dropped, laced with menace. "Word travels fast—seems you've been mocking me."
Yurgion felt a chill run down his spine under Xavy's intense glare, but he masked his unease. "Of course, I have," he shot back, forcing confidence into his voice.
Xavy's lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes remained serious. "I won't waste energy arguing about it. If Ogamak and Lucius believe they can defeat me, we'll settle that in the future." He stepped closer, his voice lowering into a sharp edge. "But let me leave you with this—your fists can't harm a memory fragment. Burn that into your head."
Before Yurgion could respond, Xavy's form shimmered and vanished into the night like a ghost, leaving nothing behind but tension.
Yurgion stared at the empty spot, his mind swirling. "A memory fragment? Is he bluffing? Or... is he scared?" He shook his head, trying to dismiss the unease creeping in. "What a load of bull####."
As he continued down the street, the air around him shifted without warning. A thunderous impact slammed into his torso, sending him hurtling backward.
"What the—!" Yurgion spat as he landed, clutching his ribs. He looked up to see Yaxoc, his fist still extended from the devastating punch.
"So," Yurgion growled, his teeth clenched as he slowly rose to his feet, "you're here to take me down, huh?"
Yaxoc cracked his knuckles, his expression unreadable. "Someone's got to keep you in check."
The air grew heavy as the tension between the two surged, promising an inevitable clash.
Yaxoc didn't hesitate, launching a flurry of punches and kicks at Yurgion. While Yurgion managed to block some, others landed, leaving him battered and winded. Gritting his teeth, Yurgion leaped back and extended his arm, his voice echoing powerfully:
"Darkness Magic: Malevolent Shadows!"
A swarm of shadows erupted from his fingertips, twisting and darting toward Yaxoc with malevolent intent. Yaxoc's eyes narrowed as he dodged swiftly, his movements precise.
"So, you control the darkness, huh? Then here's your opposite!" he shouted, raising his sword high.
"Artificial Magic: Light Slashes!"
Blinding waves of light shot out from his blade, cutting through the air toward Yurgion.
Yurgion's eyes widened in shock. "What the—!" He moved quickly, dodging most of the slashes, but one struck him across the face, leaving a deep cut. "Agh!" he yelled, clutching his cheek in pain.
Yaxoc smirked, the realization dawning on him. "So, your weakness to darkness is light? All right then! Time to finish you—"
Before he could act, Yurgion surged forward with a devastating punch, its force so immense that nearby mountains trembled and islands surrounding the country felt its shock.
Yaxoc barely managed to block the attack with his sword, his arms straining from the impact. "This guy's strong!" he exclaimed, sweat dripping from his brow. Seizing the moment, he retaliated with a powerful kick that sent Yurgion hurtling through the air.
Yurgion landed gracefully, his body trembling but intact. "You brat!" he spat, his voice filled with rage.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the tension:
"Yurgion, it's over."
Both fighters turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. It was none other than Lucius.
Lucius's tone was commanding as he addressed Yurgion. "It's over. Leave."
Yurgion gritted his teeth but obeyed, vanishing into the darkness. "Next time, Yaxoc. Next time."
Yaxoc turned his glare toward Lucius. "What now, Lucius?"
Lucius's expression was cold as he regarded Yaxoc. "I won't kill you—for now. There's an anomaly that keeps interrupting my plans. But leave, or I'll make sure your filthy friends meet their end."
Though Yaxoc's glare remained, he knew better than to provoke Lucius further. With one last look, he turned and walked away.
Lucius scanned the area, his eyes sharp. "Xavy…" he muttered.
As if summoned by name, Xavy appeared behind him, his voice calm and unbothered. "You looking for me?"
Lucius reacted instantly, thrusting his hand toward Xavy's heart in a lethal strike. But Xavy caught his wrist effortlessly with two fingers, his grip like iron.
Lucius's eyes widened. "What the—! That should've killed you!"
Xavy smiled faintly, his demeanor relaxed. "Oh, there's so much you don't know about me. Don't attack without understanding who you're dealing with."
Lucius glared, frustration burning in his eyes. "Damn it…"
Xavy released his wrist and stepped back.
Lucius clenched his fists. "Then tell me—who are you? What's your purpose here?"
Xavy's expression turned serious. "I am Xavy, the 8th memory fragment. My purpose is to observe history. Occasionally, I visit places of interest. Of the fragments, I possess the strongest remembrance, alongside two others."
Lucius's mind raced. "More fragments? That means he isn't alone…"
Xavy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I'll take my leave now. Until we meet again, Lucius." With that, he vanished, leaving no trace.
Lucius stood there, staring into the void. "This is… odd," he murmured. After a moment of contemplation, he turned and disappeared into the shadows.