The skies raged with an unrelenting fury. Bolts of golden lightning crackled across the heavens, illuminating the battlefield where two forces clashed in a war that would decide the fate of the Academy—and perhaps the world.
At the heart of it all stood Bolt, his body crackling with raw elemental power as he faced off against the Lightning Warborn, a being whose very presence distorted the air around him.
Kairos stood beside his master, his body still weak from his previous battle but his eyes filled with unwavering loyalty.
"You should have fled when you had the chance," the Lightning Warborn said, his voice booming like rolling thunder. "Instead, you stand before me, expecting victory."
Bolt's eyes burned with defiance. "I don't expect victory." He tightened his fists, sparks dancing across his knuckles. "I'll take it."
The Lightning Warborn smirked, his golden eyes glowing ominously. "Then try."
And then he struck.
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The Lightning Warborn moved like a force of nature, his strikes fast and unpredictable. Golden lightning surged from his body, raining down upon Bolt like divine judgment. The ground shattered beneath the force of his attacks.
But Bolt didn't falter.
His training, his battles, everything had led to this moment.
He drew upon his mastery of the elements, weaving earth, water, wind, and ice into his attacks, making them unpredictable—a storm of elements clashing against the raw power of his opponent.
Each strike sent shockwaves through the battlefield, air rippling, power crackling.
Kairos watched in awe. His master—a Warborn, a being of unparalleled power—was being challenged.
No, not just challenged.
Overpowered.
The realization made his blood run cold.
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The Lightning Warborn growled, frustration flickering in his glowing eyes. "You've grown, Bolt. But not enough."
He raised his hand, summoning a storm unlike any before. The sky itself darkened, thunder rolling with an intensity that made even the heavens tremble.
"Divine Judgment."
The clouds parted, revealing a colossal spear of lightning, its power capable of annihilating entire cities.
Bolt's eyes widened.
If that thing landed, everything would be reduced to ash.
His mind raced. He had only unlocked 15% of his true abilities, but was that enough?
No.
It wasn't.
Which meant he had to push further.
He gritted his teeth, his heart pounding. His body was already at its limit, but he had no choice.
He had to go beyond.
"ENOUGH!"
Aether, Akane, Sylva, Damian, Ren, and Valea—his entire team—stood behind him, their powers flaring as they combined their strengths, funneling it into Bolt.
The power flooded through him, igniting something deep within his soul.
And then—
BOOM!
A new energy surged through Bolt's veins, a power that eclipsed everything before it. His eyes burned with an unparalleled brilliance, his body glowing with pure elemental force.
His lightning was no longer just lightning.
It was divine lightning.
His body moved on instinct, surging forward with impossible speed. The spear of divine judgment fell, but Bolt met it head-on, channeling every ounce of his newfound power into one final attack.
Their powers collided—
And for a moment, time seemed to stop.
Then—
CRACK!
The spear shattered.
The Lightning Warborn's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible…"
Bolt was already upon him.
With a final, devastating punch, he drove his fist into the Warborn's chest, sending a shockwave so powerful that the entire battlefield erupted into blinding light.
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When the light finally faded, the battlefield was silent.
The Lightning Warborn lay motionless, his once godly presence reduced to nothing. His body began to fade, turning into scattered fragments of energy before vanishing completely.
Kairos watched in horror. His master—his lord—was gone.
Bolt stood breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion. He had won.
But he knew—
This war was far from over.
Kairos stares at Bolt, eyes filled with rage, whispering—
"This isn't over."