The battlefield was littered with the fallen, their grotesque forms twisted in defeat. Yet, the air was thick with tension, for even in the victory, something felt off. Cameron lay unconscious in the center, his breath shallow, his body beaten and broken. The soldiers gathered in a semi-circle, wary of the horizon, anticipating another wave of enemies. Simon stood over him, expression impassive, calculating.
Before anyone could move, a powerful voice cut through the stillness. "Enough of this." Mrs. Mi's eyes blazed with intensity as she stepped forward, her body exuding an aura that made even the most battle-hardened soldiers hesitate.
With a fierce battle cry, Mrs. Mi summoned the full force of her abilities. Her fists crackled with energy as she surged forward, meeting the next wave of soldiers head-on. Her power was overwhelming, each strike a blur of raw energy. She was a force of nature, an unstoppable entity, and the soldiers who dared to face her were obliterated in moments. But despite the carnage, there was no time for celebration. Her eyes flicked over to Cameron's still form.
"That's enough," she muttered under her breath.
As Mrs. Mi continued her relentless assault, Cameron's body twitched. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips as his eyes snapped open. His pupils glowed with an otherworldly light. The transformation began. Cosmic energy surged through him, rippling through the very fabric of space as his body contorted, reshaping into something both human and divine. His once-ordinary form became a vessel of boundless power.
He stood up, towering over the remaining soldiers, his muscles rippling with unearthly strength. A cosmic aura enveloped him, radiating pure energy as his senses heightened. The soldiers before him felt the weight of his gaze, their knees buckling under the oppressive force.
Simon, standing at the periphery, barely flinched. He was used to this. In fact, he had predicted it. Cameron's transformation was no surprise to him. What happened next, however, was far beyond Simon's calculations.
With a wave of Cameron's hand, a shockwave of energy rippled outward, vaporizing the remaining soldiers in seconds. The cosmic power surged through him, each movement fluid and precise as if he were a puppet master, pulling strings in the fabric of reality itself. Only one soldier remained: Simon.
Cameron's gaze locked with Simon's. For a moment, there was silence—a suspended breath in the universe. Then, Cameron spoke, his voice heavy with the weight of newfound power. "You... you're still here?"
Simon, ever the tactician, nodded. "You're stronger than before, but not invincible."
Cameron's cosmic aura flickered, and in an instant, he closed the distance between them. His fist swung toward Simon at an impossible speed, but Simon was already calculating the trajectory, the optimal moment for evasion. With a calculated move, Simon ducked, the air around him warping as he dodged the blow by mere inches. But Cameron was relentless, his cosmic energy pushing him forward in an endless onslaught.
However, as the battle raged, something shifted within Cameron. The intense, cosmic energy that flowed through him began to waver, flickering like a dying star. His muscles contracted, his cosmic power began to dissipate, and he collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. The transformation was not sustainable.
"Not yet...," Cameron whispered, sweat pouring down his brow as he reverted back to his normal, human form. The cosmic glow faded from his eyes, and his aura receded. He was exhausted, drained by the power he had unleashed.
Simon, ever observant, stepped forward. "It's over now, isn't it?"
Cameron raised his head, meeting Simon's gaze with a faint smile. "Maybe... but this fight isn't over. Not by a long shot."
As the sun began to rise, casting its first light over the battlefield, Mrs. Mi approached. Her expression softened as she surveyed the destruction. "What now?"
Cameron, his strength returning but still not fully restored, wiped the blood from his lip and stood. "We prepare for what's next."
Simon joined them, his eyes still calculating, his mind already piecing together the next steps. "More soldiers and monsters will come. And we'll be ready."
The three stood together, a powerful trio, as the wind howled around them, carrying the scent of blood and battle. But they were ready. The storm had only just begun.
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