At 7 AM, Marcus walked into the city, his steps heavy with purpose. He spotted Yaxoc nearby and called out, "Hey."
Yaxoc turned toward the voice and stood, noticing something unusual about Marcus. His aura was different—intense and almost overwhelming.
"Marcus… What's that aura?" Yaxoc asked, his eyes narrowing.
Marcus glanced at his glowing hands and chuckled. "It's a long story," he replied.
Yaxoc approached him, observing the shimmering energy surrounding Marcus. "Wait—you've awakened? But… I thought you were dead."
Marcus smirked. "My awakening gave me a second chance," he explained. Then, his tone grew serious. "But I've got to ask… why did you lose to Urioh? I thought you were stronger than that."
Yaxoc brushed the dust from his clothes and sighed. "He didn't give me the chance to use my angelic essence. My base form alone wasn't enough to hold him off."
Marcus glanced around, his expression sharp. "I can feel his presence nearby. He's waiting for an opening."
"Yeah… He's definitely here," Yaxoc agreed, scanning their surroundings.
Suddenly, the ground quaked violently as Urioh landed with terrifying force, obliterating nearby islands.
"There!" Yaxoc shouted.
Marcus locked eyes with Urioh, glaring. The villain's twisted grin stretched wide as he took in the sight of his opponents.
"Well, I didn't expect your friend to survive," Urioh mocked.
Marcus turned to Yaxoc, his voice calm but firm. "Yaxoc, get out of here. Now."
Yaxoc hesitated, confused. "But—"
"Go!" Marcus barked. Reluctantly, Yaxoc nodded and ran.
Marcus clenched his fists, his aura intensifying. "This ends here and now. No running, no games. Just us."
Urioh smirked, unsheathing his awakened sword. "Heh. Deal."
The two warriors charged at each other, the force of their clash sending shockwaves through the city.
Marcus landed a series of precise strikes, causing Urioh to stumble. But the villain recovered quickly, retaliating with a devastating slash. Marcus leaped back, narrowly avoiding the attack.
"Fire Magic: Burning Swing!" Marcus chanted, swinging his arm and unleashing searing flames onto Urioh's back.
"ARGH!" Urioh howled in pain, but he didn't falter. Grabbing Marcus by the face, he leapt from building to building, slamming his opponent into each structure along the way.
After several brutal impacts, Urioh hurled Marcus into the ground and followed up by launching him into a nearby wall. Before Marcus could recover, Urioh dashed forward and drove his blade into Marcus's left arm.
"How's that?" Urioh taunted, only to freeze as something felt off.
"What the…?" Urioh muttered, realizing there was no reaction. He pulled back to find his sword had pierced a clone.
"What?! A clone?!" Urioh exclaimed, stepping back in shock.
Marcus suddenly appeared behind him, delivering a powerful kick that sent Urioh hurtling into a distant forest.
Urioh groaned as he struggled to his feet. "His awakening is… stronger than I anticipated."
Raising his blade, a dark aura surrounded him. "Time to show you 50% of my Restricted Chromatic Presence."
Marcus teleported in front of him, aiming a glowing fist, but Urioh caught the punch with ease.
"Impressive, but not enough," Urioh said, delivering a crushing punch to Marcus's face and throwing him off the planet.
Marcus crashed onto the moon, disoriented. "Wait… I'm outside Earth? And I can breathe?" he muttered, astonished.
Before he could regain his bearings, Urioh teleported and slammed him into the moon with such force that cracks spread across its surface.
Thinking quickly, Marcus kicked Urioh away, grabbed him by the face, and hurled him back to Earth. "Can't let the moon get destroyed," Marcus said to himself before dashing back at light speed.
Urioh crashed onto the ground, but Marcus was right behind him, landing with a force so immense that the continent trembled.
"Time to end this!" Marcus declared, stomping the ground to summon massive debris that pushed Urioh toward him.
As Urioh was propelled forward, Marcus's fist began glowing with vibrant, swirling colors.
"Here we go!" Marcus roared. "ELEMENTAL FINISHER!"
With a devastating punch, he struck Urioh's face, releasing a shockwave that shook the planet itself. The force sent Urioh flying into the horizon, disappearing from sight.
Marcus exhaled, his fists still glowing. "Stay down this time," he muttered, his voice resolute.
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A few hours later, Liski strolled through the dense forest alongside Xavy, the atmosphere tense with unease.
"Xavy, I can't shake this strange feeling about the black hole," Liski said, her eyes darting around nervously.
Xavy folded his arms, his expression thoughtful. "I thought you sealed Yurgion properly. Unless… he's somehow finding a way to break out. But that's impossible—nobody escapes a black hole."
Liski abruptly stopped and pulled out the mini black hole containment device. Her instincts screamed at her. Without hesitation, she hurled it into the sky.
The moment it reached its peak, the black hole exploded, revealing Yurgion.
"Well, this is bad," Xavy muttered, his tone grim.
Liski's voice wavered as she tried to make sense of it. "How did he escape the sealing? This shouldn't be happening."
Yurgion descended gracefully to the ground, his body radiating an ominous black energy, the sheer presence of his aura warping the space around him.
"I think I know what's going on," Xavy said, stepping in front of Liski protectively. "He's been awakening his magic all this time."
Liski's breath hitched. "Wait… You don't mean to say he has Eternal Darkness, do you?"
Xavy gave a solemn nod. "That's exactly what I mean."
Without another word, Xavy raised his hand, channeling his teleportation magic. A crimson light enveloped them both, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared in a vast, foreboding chamber—the Red Judgement Hall.
"This hall is our only chance," Xavy said, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
Yurgion's arrival loomed like a shadow over their thoughts, his growing power a testament to the peril they faced.
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"So, you've finally arrived," GDM said, his gaze fixed on Yurgion. His voice carried a calm authority, almost mocking.
Without hesitation, Yurgion unleashed his awakened magic, thrusting a shadowy spear straight at GDM. The attack landed, but barely scratched him, leaving only a faint scorch mark.
"Is that really how you introduce yourself?" GDM asked, his eyes glowing a menacing crimson.
Behind him, 50 ethereal blasters materialized, humming with power.
"I'm afraid you'll be staying here for quite a while," GDM continued, his tone unshaken.
All at once, the blasters fired in unison, beams of pure energy tearing through the Judgement Hall. Yurgion darted and twisted, dodging each shot with incredible agility. In a blur, he lunged at GDM, aiming a devastating punch.
But GDM sidestepped effortlessly. "Did you really think I'd just stand there and take it?" he asked, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
With a flick of his wrist, GDM's telekinesis activated, slamming Yurgion into the far wall. As Yurgion struggled to recover, 60 spectral bones shot forward, aimed to pierce him.
Yurgion roared, shattering the bones mid-air with ferocious swings of his dark energy, sending the last bone hurtling toward GDM. With ease, GDM tilted his head, letting it fly harmlessly past.
"I must admit, you're quick. I respect that," GDM said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "But don't mistake mercy for weakness. I've been holding back."
The air around him grew heavier, darker, as his body seemed to vanish into shadow. Only his glowing crimson eyes remained, piercing through the oppressive void.
"Let's raise the stakes, shall we?"
The Judgement Hall dimmed further, plunging into an eerie darkness. Behind GDM, 50 sharp-edged bones and two massive, ominous blasters materialized, their size dwarfing the battlefield.
With a snap of his fingers, chaos erupted.
The colossal blasters fired beams that boxed Yurgion in, cutting off his escape to the left and right. Meanwhile, the 50 bones shot toward him in a relentless wave.
Yurgion's movements were fluid, weaving through the barrage with precision, but the onslaught was relentless. Just as he found an opening, a bone wall erupted from the ground, slamming into him and sending him sprawling across the hall.
"Ugh..." Yurgion groaned, gripping his side as he stood. His breathing was labored, but his resolve hadn't faltered. "Tch… so far, all of your attacks are ranged..."
Before he could finish, another bone wall erupted beneath him, piercing his torso and pinning him to the spot.
"AGH!" Yurgion screamed, his voice echoing through the hall.
GDM's eyes narrowed. "And yet, here you are, caught by what you underestimated. Shall we continue?"
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Urioh unleashed his full power, his voice booming across dimensions.
"Yes... THIS IS WHAT I NEED!" he roared as his aura expanded violently, its shockwaves rippling through the multiverse, distorting reality itself.
The ground beneath Marcus trembled as he arrived on the scene, immediately understanding the magnitude of the situation.
"That's... over 100%?" Marcus gasped, the energy radiating from Urioh nearly overwhelming. "If I don't stop him now, it's all over!"
With no hesitation, Marcus powered himself up, reaching 105% of his awakened power.
"This is the most I can handle," he muttered, his voice tinged with determination. "I hope it's enough."
Urioh vanished and reappeared in front of Marcus in an instant, swinging a devastating punch. But Marcus anticipated the attack, countering with a swift kick to Urioh's gut. The impact reverberated through the battlefield, sending Urioh crashing to the ground.
"Plant Magic: Spiky Vines!" Marcus chanted, his hands glowing green.
Thorned vines erupted from the earth, wrapping around Urioh tightly. Despite his immense power, he struggled against their grip.
"These vines…" Urioh growled, thrashing to break free. "Their strength depends on Marcus's durability…"
The vines tightened further before hurling Urioh skyward. Marcus followed in a flash, grabbing him mid-air and slamming him into the ocean with such force that the tectonic plates shifted, causing massive waves to crash upon distant shores.
Marcus hovered above the water, watching as Urioh emerged from the depths, his energy blazing with fury. Urioh launched a barrage of strikes, each faster than the last, but Marcus dodged them with precision, reading his every move.
Finally, Marcus caught Urioh's fist mid-swing.
"I can see right through you," Marcus said coldly. "All that power, and yet you've left yourself wide open."
Urioh's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?"
"Your strength and speed may be unmatched, but your defense is nonexistent," Marcus explained. "GGGG in strength, GGGG in speed, and an F- in durability. You sacrificed everything for power, and now you can't even protect yourself."
Before Urioh could respond, Marcus summoned a glowing dagger made of petals, its edge shimmering with deadly precision.
"Only a fool would ignore such a glaring weakness," Marcus said, plunging the flower dagger into Urioh's chest.
Urioh's body convulsed as he fell backward into the ocean, his energy fading until he was lifeless.
Marcus stood on the shore, gazing at the still waters. The once overwhelming presence of Urioh was gone.
"He was dangerous," Marcus murmured. "But it's over now."
Without another word, Marcus turned and walked away, leaving the battlefield in silence.
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The remaining hunters stood on the ocean's surface, their silhouettes framed by the eerie glow of the fading battle. The lifeless body of Urioh floated motionless in the distance, his immense energy now a mere memory.
"Brock…" Flyre spoke hesitantly, his voice wavering. "What should we do with him? We can't just leave him like this. Abandoned."
Brock crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. His gaze lingered on Urioh's body, and for a moment, he was silent, as though calculating the consequences of their next move.
"We bring him back," Brock finally said, his tone firm. "We can't afford to let him remain here, exposed and vulnerable."
Flyre frowned. "Bring him back? Brock, you know what he's capable of. If he regains his strength, he'll—"
"We'll control it," Brock interrupted, his voice sharp but steady. "Our base has the tools and knowledge to revive him under strict conditions. But if we don't act soon, any chance of recovery will slip away."
Flyre glanced at the others, uncertainty written across his face. "And if he becomes a threat again?"
Brock's gaze hardened. "Then we'll handle it. For now, we secure the body and proceed with the revival. Whatever happens after that…" He paused, his eyes narrowing. "We'll be ready."
Reluctantly, Flyre nodded. "Alright. But this better not come back to haunt us."
The hunters moved swiftly. Flyre used his wind magic to lift Urioh's body gently, while the others prepared the teleportation rune.
As the glowing circle activated, Brock glanced at Urioh one last time.
"Don't make us regret this, Urioh," he muttered under his breath.
In a flash of light, they vanished, leaving the ocean's surface calm once more, with only faint ripples hinting at the battle that had just unfolded.