The battlefield is a graveyard of twisted metal and crumbling concrete, a wasteland of shattered buildings and scorched earth. The air reeks of burnt flesh and melted steel, the acrid scent of radiation seeping into every corner. In the center of this devastation stands Rhan, a monstrous figure of raw, barbaric power.
In one of his massive, clawed hands, he clutches Titan's severed head by the hair. The once-mighty hero's eyes are wide with shock, frozen in the moment of his death. Blood drips from the neck of the decapitated head, pooling on the ground beneath Rhan's feet, mixing with the glowing blue radiation that oozes from his own wounds. His claws, wickedly sharp and elongated, are stained with both blood and the toxic energy that now defines his existence.
Rhan's transformation is complete, his body a horrific amalgamation of power and monstrosity. His skin, once rough and dark, is now fully black, covered in jagged scales that shimmer with an unnatural blue light. His spine juts out from his back, sharp and protruding like a row of serrated knives. His tail, long and shark-like, lashes behind him, cutting through the air with lethal precision, leaving trails of radiation that sizzle and crackle with each movement.
His face is a nightmare. His jaw hangs unnaturally, stretched wide to accommodate rows of jagged, monstrous teeth. Radiation drips from his mouth, hissing as it hits the ground, adding to the chaos around him. His eyes burn with an intense, electric blue, devoid of any humanity they once held.
Rhan breathes heavily, each exhale sending out a cloud of steam, tainted with radiation. His body is a leaking mess of power and blood, the radiation nearly blinding in its intensity. He can feel the energy coursing through him, a boiling mass of destruction barely contained within his monstrous form.
And then, from deep within, a roar builds, a primal, guttural sound that starts low in his chest and rises to a deafening crescendo. He throws his head back and releases it, the sound tearing through the air like a shockwave. The ground quakes beneath him, the force of his roar flattening what little remains standing in the area. His grip tightens around Titan's head, crushing the skull slightly as his claws dig in.
"Destroy..." The voice whispers, insidious and relentless, echoing in the corners of my mind. It's been there, growing louder with each step I took towards this monstrosity I've become. Now, it's like a drumbeat, a constant rhythm in my thoughts, each beat pushing me further into the abyss.
I stare at the destruction I've brought, the bodies strewn about like discarded toys, the ruins of a city that once stood proud. Titan's head dangles from my claws, the blood still warm against my scales, but it does nothing to cool the fury burning inside me. The voice nudges me, whispers in my ear, urging me to do more, to unleash the full extent of the power I've gained.
"No... I won't..." I mutter, though the words feel hollow, my resistance a mere echo of the boy I once was. The voice doesn't care—it only grows stronger, more insistent.
"Desolate..." it hisses, the word slicing through my thoughts like a blade.
I try to hold on to the last threads of my humanity, but it's like trying to grasp smoke. The power, the voice, the anger, it's all too much, and I feel myself slipping, giving in to the primal urge that's been growing inside me since this all began.
The world blurs as I take off, moving faster than I ever have before. The city becomes a streak of colors as I tear through the streets, leaving a trail of blue radiation in my wake. The speed is intoxicating, a rush that drowns out everything else. I push myself harder, faster, the ground beneath me cracking with every step. Sonic booms erupt in rapid succession as I break through the sound barrier again and again, each one louder than the last.
Rhan's path through the city is one of utter destruction. The radiation leaking from him is no longer a mere trickle but a torrent, pouring from his body like a river of blue fire. Wherever he goes, the buildings crumble, glass shatters, and metal melts under the intense heat of his presence. Cars explode in his wake, and the very ground splits open as if the earth itself is trying to flee from his wrath.
His tail, now fully formed and resembling that of a shark, lashes out behind him, slicing through anything in its path. The radiation trails it leaves behind sizzle and crackle, setting fires wherever they touch. He leaves a path of blue flames in his wake, a blazing trail that marks his route of annihilation. The sound of his passage is deafening, a symphony of chaos and ruin. The city, once alive and bustling, is now a ghost town, its streets littered with the wreckage of Rhan's rampage.
He sees the military helicopters hovering above, their spotlights slicing through the darkness, searching for him. But they are too slow, too late. Rhan reaches the mountain that overlooks the city, his momentum carrying him to the peak in an instant. He stands there, the head of Titan still clutched in his claws, glowing with the intensity of the radiation that courses through him.
"Destruction," the voice whispers, and this time, I don't resist.
The word echoes in my mind, and I feel the power within me surge in response. From the tip of my tail to the top of my head, I begin to glow, the blue light intensifying until it's almost blinding. There's a low, ominous hiss, like the sound of a laser charging, as the energy builds within me.
My jaw unhinges even further, and the world around me falls away. The city below is nothing more than a target, a canvas for the power I'm about to unleash. The light grows brighter, the energy within me building to a breaking point.
And then, with a roar that shakes the very mountains, I release it. A beam of pure atomic energy shoots from my mouth, a concentrated blast of destruction that cuts through the air with deadly precision. The beam rips through the helicopters, disintegrating them in an instant. It doesn't stop there, the energy continues, slicing through skyscrapers, turning them into molten rubble. The ground below quakes as the force of the blast tears through the city, leveling everything in its path.
I move my head slowly, methodically, cutting through the city like a scythe through wheat. Buildings crumble, streets buckle, and the very air seems to burn as the beam of energy incinerates everything it touches. The destruction is absolute, the sheer power of it breathtaking in its brutality. I watch as the city crumbles before me, the buildings falling like dominos, the streets cracking open like the earth itself is dying. And in that moment, as I stand on the mountain, glowing with the aftermath of my own devastation, I feel a strange sense of satisfaction.
I've become something else, something more. The voice in my head is silent now, its job done. There's no need for words anymore, I know what I am.
"Maybe this is what I was meant to be," I whisper to the ruins below, and the glow of my radiation fades, leaving only the smoldering remains of the city and the broken soul of the boy I used to be.