The figure took a deep breath, feeling the fiery anger within him slowly recede. As his rage melted away, the crimson hue of his eyes shifted back to a tranquil white-gold. He glanced around, taking in the devastation wrought by their fierce battle. Trees lay splintered and broken, uprooted from the ground as if they were mere toys tossed aside in a fit of rage. Craters dotted the landscape, remnants of energy blasts and violent collisions, while the air itself shimmered unnaturally, distorting the world around him. In the midst of this chaos, a voice broke through the silence. “Hey, blockhead, you have to use your energy to heal them, especially Leo. He’s badly injured and might die if you don’t help him heal from the wounds you inflicted,” the emerald said, appearing suddenly at his side. “Why should I heal them? They tried to kill me!” he protested, irritation bubbling within him at the thought of having to care for those who had sought to end his life. “It was just to probe y
The training sessions had become much smoother and more manageable. Timmy chuckled as he said, "This training is becoming a lot more simple, or let me just say... easy." James raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, says the guy who just defeated an advanced-tier beast all on his own. You’re making the rest of us look bad, Timmy.” Sam joined in, his tone carrying a hint of longing. “We’re still far from Vondrel, though. Who knows when he’ll be back? It would’ve been so much more exciting if he were here with us right now. He’s going to be so frustrated when he finds out we’re stronger than him.” The light-hearted atmosphere took a sudden shift as Vondrel’s absence settled on the group, casting a shadow over their recent victory. They had all shared a strong bond, and even a single missing link made them feel incomplete. Noah cleared his throat, hoping to lift their spirits. “Cough, cough… Miss Abbie told us to focus on getting stronger. She said that Vondrel is likely growing stronger wherever
The throne room loomed ahead, vast and ornate, with intricately carved stone pillars that lined the pathway leading up to an imposing throne. Golden tapestries draped the walls, each depicting scenes of ancient battles and victories, hinting at the storied history of the Gohu race. Lanterns hung overhead, casting a soft, amber glow over the room, while incense filled the air with a scent both earthy and mystical. At the center sat the Light Lord of the Gohu, a figure of authority and power. He was cloaked in robes of shimmering white and gold that seemed almost to radiate light, as if woven from threads of the sun itself. In his right hand, he held an ornately crafted staff, crowned with a crystal that pulsed with a quiet, yet formidable energy. Beside him stood his advisor, a tall man shrouded in a hooded robe, his face obscured but his presence tense and watchful. Along the pathway, guards in ceremonial armor stood in silence, each one a sentinel of the throne, their gazes unwaveri
“Are you sure they’ll survive?” The Light Lord’s voice echoed softly in the dimly lit throne room, his gaze fixed on the flickering flame atop his staff. “Yes, sir. I’m certain. They seem strong,” replied Rad, the Rock Man, his face marked with a calm determination. “What if she shows up?” Rad paused, a shadow passing over his expression. “If she does, I’ll have to step in. They wouldn’t stand a chance against her—not even with their strength. She’s undefeated, her power unmatched. Sometimes I wonder how he managed to bring her under his control.” The Light Lord shook his head slowly, his eyes glinting with unease. “I doubt that even with you, we could defeat her. She’s simply… too unique.” “Then, if I’m to intervene, I’d better start heading out,” Rad replied, standing with a final nod. --- Meanwhile, on the vast plains, Lucin cast a wary glance at the barren landscape around them. “So, what’s the plan from here?” “We need to draw them out to us,” Vondrel replied, his
The air between the four fighters—Banny, Clinton, Lucin, and Vondrel—was thick with tension as they stood only a few meters apart, each sizing up their opponent. At the crater's edge, soldiers gathered, silent witnesses to what was about to unfold.Banny took a step forward, his gaze steady on Lucin. “My name is Banny. What’s yours?”Lucin didn’t break his stance. “I don’t need it.”Banny smirked, unfazed. “Isn’t it a bit rude not to introduce yourself to the one who’ll be punishing you for destroying our camp?”“Save the speeches,” Lucin replied, unamused.With a shrug, Banny turned to the soldiers above them. “I, Banny Gabal, stand here to bring justice to the intruders who damaged our camp and wasted our resources!”Lucin rolled his eyes, muttering, “So dramatic.”Ignoring Lucin’s jab, Banny gestured to Clinton, indicating for him to face Vondrel. Then he refocused his attention fully on Lucin. He pointed a hand at him. “Are we just going to stand here and stare?”Lucin’s smirk ret
Lucin narrowed his eyes. “It’s time to finish this.” With swift precision, he ran toward Banny, tightening his fiery whips. Two lashed around Banny’s legs, one coiled around his remaining arm, and the final whip encircled his neck. Banny strained against the bonds, grabbing for the nearest whip, but Lucin allowed no room for escape. With a surge of strength, Lucin slammed him down, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground. Not letting up, Lucin lifted Banny again and hurled him against the dome’s walls. The walls cracked and crumbled with each collision, blood seeping from Banny’s mouth as Lucin swung him repeatedly, battering him without mercy. In one final motion, Lucin charged to the dome’s center, spinning Banny in a whirlwind, his body colliding with the ground in a brutal 360-degree arc. The momentum forced Banny’s impact to disturb even Vondrel and Clinton’s ongoing fight. With a final throw, Lucin flung Banny high into the air, flames erupting from his own body as
… Back to the Present … “I didn’t forget,” Vondrel said, catching his breath. “He’ll survive. He’ll just be out of action for a day or two. Don’t forget their regenerative trait.” He moved to sit beside Lucin, both taking a moment to gather their energy. They barely had a chance to rest, though, as they noticed the soldiers around them drawing their weapons, prepared to strike down anyone who had dared to take out their leaders. Suddenly, a streak of pink light burst towards them at incredible speed. “Boom!” An explosion rocked the area, and Vondrel and Lucin barely escaped its blast. Both leaped out of the way just in time, but neither escaped unscathed. “Damn!” Lucin grimaced, wincing in pain. “It went right through me! My whole body feels numb, even with my Ki shield up.” Vondrel had taken the brunt of the blast. On one knee, fists clenched, he fought to regain control. “My insides… they feel like they’re on fire. What was that?” “Are you alright?” Lucin asked, eyeing
Tamar chuckled, her eyes flashing with amusement. She pointed a finger at Vondrel, releasing a bolt of pink lightning. Instinctively, Vondrel stomped the ground, summoning an earthen wall to shield himself. But as the lightning struck, it didn’t shatter or even stop at the wall—it phased through, passing effortlessly and hitting him square in the chest. A jolt of electricity surged through his body, leaving his muscles numb and his movements sluggish. What kind of power is this? he thought, struggling to comprehend the strange energy weakening him so profoundly. His thoughts raced, trying to analyze the effect, but Tamar's mocking voice cut through. “Did you really think an earth wall would stop my lightning?” she taunted. But before she could press her advantage, a gleaming white and gold slash streaked toward her face. Tamar barely managed to dodge, jumping back just in time to avoid the strike. “Oh, so tricky,” she muttered, regaining her stance as Vondrel charged at her. His