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Chapter 44 - Chapter 44: I am what makes life truly worth Part 2

High above the battlefield, Ezra flew through the air, carrying Revan in a locked crushing grip, his forearms wrapped around the smaller his waist. The speed was incomprehensible, a blurring streak of black and white against the night sky, streaking towards the distant mountain range. Below, the ground began to tremble, the early tremors of a monumental impact. The closer they got, the more violent the tremors became, a promise of the earth-shattering collision to come. Ezra's eyes blazed crimson, his veins pulsing with raw, unbridled rage. He was not just flying; he was a missile of pure fury.

​BOOM.

​The impact was cataclysmic. Ezra slammed Revan headfirst into the mountainside. The world groaned as the entire face of the mountain buckled, then exploded outwards in a shower of rock and debris. The shockwave radiated across the land, a force of nature that sent a new, more powerful earthquake rippling through the battlefield miles away.

Ezra didn't pause. He held Revan down in the crater and unleashed a furious barrage of punches. Each blow cracking the very earth around them. The ground split open, and fissures snaked their way down the mountainside, their depth swallowing the falling rocks. Yet, Revan hung there, apathetic, his form not even dented.

Suddenly, a spectral form with malevolent energy solidified behind Ezra. Lyra's ethereal hands, glowing with a deep purple aura, seized his arms, pulling them back with impossible force. Ezra roared in frustration, his momentum broken. The moment of stillness was all Revan needed. He drove a powerful punch into Ezra's torso.

​A sickening CRACK echoed through as Ezra's ribs caved under the blow, sending him rocketing backward, now soaring through the air.

Ezra stopped his ascent, his body a perfect, unmoving statue. His eyes flared, the pupils vanishing as a vibrant red energy replaced them. A low, guttural roar tore from his throat as he directed a torrent of crimson energy towards the mountain. The optic blast slammed into Revan, a concussive hammer of light that pulverized the earth around him, blasting him deep into the mountain's core. The blasts impacting the mountain peak, which groaned and began to visibly shatter, rock fragments the size of small cars plummeting towards the ground.

​From within the mountain, Revan appeared, walking back out of the crater, his form completely unscathed, as the beams continued to blast his chest. The sclera of his eyes was now a deep, unsettling red, the irises a malevolent dark crimson. He tilted his head, as he met Ezra's gaze.

Ezra: Tch?! (He's brows furrowed in confusion as, through his beams, he saw the look of calm indifference on Revan's face.) Not even a mark, no reaction whatsoever, and his strikes... (Ezra thought still feeling the punch that sent him flying,) This guy is on an entirely new level.

Suddenly, with a flicker of red in his eyes, Revan disappeared in a flicker of blue light, courtesy of Michael Cage's teleportation.

​Ezra: Tch?! (He stops firing in shock) Where did he..? (Ezra frantically spun around, but it was already too late.)

A second later, he reappeared instantly by his side. He delivered a brutal, two-fisted hammerfist straight down to Ezra's head. The air was torn apart by the sound of the impacts, and Ezra was sent plummeting back to the ground with a force that created a shockwave on impact.

Ezra's body carved a fresh crater into the ground, and a spiderweb of cracks shot out across the rock. Revan descended, Lyra's spirit by his side, forming a falchion that she thrusted into Revan's outstretched hand, providing him a weapon, as he landed silently on the edge of the crater. The raw physical power of the punch was immense, yet even before Revan could descend, Ezra was already pushing himself back up, his body radiating with a furious heat. The dent in his chest was gone, his regenerative healing factor already mending the damage.

Ezra, seeing the new threat, didn't hesitate. He launched himself forward again, his superhuman stamina allowing him to fight relentlessly without a hint of fatigue. He moved faster than thought, closing the distance in an instant, his fist drawn back for another earth-shattering blow. Revan, however, met him with surprising speed, parrying Ezra's punch with the falchion that gleamed with cold, unholy light. The impact sent a jarring resonance through Ezra, a scratch appearing on his knuckles, a testament to the spectral weapon's ability to harm him.

Revan: You're not going to win this, Ezra, (he rumbled, his voice laced with the cold finality of death's presence.)

The wound on Ezra's hand, though minor, began to fester with dark, sickly energy.

Ezra growled, his regenerative healing factor immediately kicking in. The wound closed, the dark energy dissipating as his cells knitted themselves back together at an accelerated rate. He focused his rage, a crimson aura flaring around him, pushing Lyra's lingering spectral form back. He then unleashed a torrent of blows.

Revan, despite his imperviousness to Ezra's attacks, began using the falchion to parry and deflect. Lyra's form flickered around Revan, providing as constant shield and often restraining Ezra to provide openings for Revan to cut him down, her spectral hands materializing to grab his limbs, only for Ezra's raw strength to shred them. The sheer agility Ezra displayed was breathtaking; he weaved through Lyra's attacks, spun around Revan, delivering strikes from impossible angles, his movements a symphony of rapid-fire destruction.

The battle raged, a terrifying display of two forces beyond mortal comprehension. Each clash, each concussive blast, each tremor from their landing sent ripples of destruction across the prison grounds, not one of them showed signs of fatigue.

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