The battlefield was drenched in chaos. A storm of shadows, flames, and psychic forces clashed in the air, but Saponu stood at the center, a calm predator watching the frenzy unfold. His golden eyes glowed with unshakable dominance as he moved. Using the Copyeyes, he created multiple clones, each one designed to keep the Seven Ancestors busy while he focused on his true prey. Epson Nii Nortey, the curse master, never stood a chance. With one brutal strike, Saponu tore through him, reducing him to nothing but ash. The wind picked up, carrying Epson's remnants as they scattered, leaving only the lingering scent of destruction.
As the dust settled, Saponu felt the rush of power return to him. His true abilities, stolen long ago, were now completely restored. The battlefield fell eerily silent, a heavy weight in the air as everyone sensed the shift. Saponu's gaze sharpened, focusing next on Monica Kwashi.
"In an instant, he created multiple copies of himself made of shadows. 'Take care of them,' he said."
WHOOSH!
A violent shockwave shattered the silence as the real Saponu launched himself at Monica. His fist a blur of devastating power.
Monica barely dodged—
BANG!
His knuckles grazed her ribs, sending a brutal shock through her body.
She flipped backward, skidding to a stop—but before she could recover—
BOOM!
Saponu was already there, his elbow rocketing toward her skull.
Monica ducked, narrowly avoiding her death.
She retaliated, her hands glowing with psychic force, eyes flashing with fury.
Her palms struck his chest—
A shockwave exploded outward!
Saponu was knocked back a few feet, but he grinned.
"Is that all?"
Monica's breath came in sharp gasps, but she wasn't about to back down.
The others saw it. The fight was on, and none of them could afford to hesitate. They charged in.
But Saponu's clones were everywhere.
To the left, Helena's army clashed with shadows. A horde of nightmarish creatures tore at the clones, but with every swipe, they disintegrated. Ahead, Richard struggled against an unkillable clone. His flames danced in the air, fighting to overwhelm a foe that refused to burn.
Richard roared, flames erupting from his body as he charged.
A clone met him head-on.
BOOM!
Their fists collided, a fiery shockwave tearing through the battlefield.
Richard unleashed a wave of searing heat, aiming to scorch the clone.
But it vanished in an instant.
Suddenly—
BAM!
A fist slammed into Richard's back, sending him crashing to the ground. His body burned, but he grunted, pushing himself up, his eyes wild with determination.
He dodged and launched another massive explosion.
BOOOOM!
The clone was engulfed in flames, but as the smoke cleared, the clone stood unharmed.
Richard's eyes widened. Damn it.
Thomas, on the other hand, split into two, then four.
His clones surrounded a single Saponu clone, attacking from all sides.
A flurry of fists, kicks, and strikes—
But the clone twisted reality itself.
SNAP!
Two of Thomas' duplicates vanished instantly, dissolved into nothingness.
The clone reappeared behind him.
CRACK!
A brutal palm strike to Thomas's throat sent him stumbling backward, but he recovered quickly. His hands moved in a blur as he created even more duplicates, each one attacking with precision and strength.
The clones fought back with equal force, countering every move in perfect synchronization.
The battle dragged on, an endless war of duplication and destruction.
Helena summoned a horde of creatures—monstrous beings, each more terrifying than the last. Wolves, ghouls, and giants, all of them charging toward Saponu's clone.
A giant serpent lunged forward, jaws open wide.
The clone raised his hand.
TWIST!
The serpent disintegrated into dust.
Helena's eyes widened, but she refused to stop. She summoned more—creatures larger, more terrifying, more vicious.
They pounced on the clone, clawing, biting, tearing at it.
For a moment, it seemed she had the upper hand.
Then—
The clone flicked its wrist.
Every single creature vanished in an instant.
Helena gritted her teeth. She wasn't done. She gathered her strength and summoned an entire army, every creature launching at the clone at once.
The chaos grew.
Joseph, ever the gambler, flipped a golden coin into the air.
A gamble.
The coin landed—
Heads.
Joseph smirked, feeling the surge of luck fill him.
The clone attacked—
But Joseph's body moved by instinct, dodging every hit with uncanny precision.
He weaved between strikes, countering with blades of energy that sliced through the air.
The clone flickered, trying to warp reality—
But Joseph's luck disrupted its control.
The two continued their dance of attack and dodge, neither gaining the upper hand.
The battlefield was a warzone, every ancestor fighting tooth and nail. Yet through it all, Monica stood alone, facing the true Saponu. Her fists clenched, her heart racing. He was right there, his golden eyes locked on hers.
"Your turn," he said, his voice a cold whisper that cut through the chaos.
Monica's breath caught in her throat, but she pushed forward, unwilling to let herself fall. She called upon every ounce of her power. Her mind flared, her voice rang out with psychic dominance.
"STOP!"
The battlefield froze.
Saponu's body remained still, not an inch of movement.
For a split second, it seemed like victory was within her grasp.
Then—
A grin spread across Saponu's face.
His body shimmered.
In an instant, he was right in front of her.
"Nice trick," he muttered.
SLASH!
A blade of living shadow carved into her, cold as death itself.
Monica screamed, her blood splattering onto the ground as she staggered backward, gasping for air. She reached for her wound, but Saponu wasn't finished.
He tilted his head. "Your power is useless against me."
Monica gritted her teeth. No. I refuse to die like this.
She gathered every ounce of psychic energy she had left.
The battlefield trembled.
The sky cracked.
She unleashed her ultimate attack, a psychic storm so powerful that it tore through the earth itself.
The nearest of Saponu's clones disappeared, but the chaos didn't stop
For a moment, Monica thought she had won.
Then—
Saponu raised a hand.
A single black hole formed in his palm, sucking in her power, her very existence.
Monica's eyes widened. This can't be…
Before she could move—
Shadows wrapped around her neck.
Tightening.
Saponu lifted her into the air, his cold gaze watching her struggle.
Her fingers clawed at the shadows, but they were unbreakable.
She choked, her power flaring one last time in a desperate attempt to free herself.
Saponu closed his fist.
The shadows crushed her throat.
SNAP!
Monica went limp.
Saponu let go.
Monica's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Her golden aura flickered, fading into the darkness.
Blood pooled beneath her, and her eyes stared vacantly into nothingness.
The battlefield fell silent.
The Shadow King stood victorious.
Above them, Wisdom Wokata's sinister smile faded. For the first time, his expression grew serious.
Saponu turned his gaze upward.
Their eyes met.
The air grew thick with tension.
The true battle had only just begun.
WHOOSH!
Without warning, Wisdom's form exploded forward, launching himself with terrifying speed.
His leg shot up, aiming to stamp Saponu's face into the dirt.
But just before the impact—
ZIP!
Wisdom vanished.
In an instant, he reappeared behind Saponu.
"Too slow."
BAM!
A devastating punch crashed into Saponu's ribs.
The force sent him hurtling across the battlefield.
BOOOOM!
He crashed through a boulder, shattering it into dust.
Before Saponu could recover—
Wisdom flicked his hand.
A massive chunk of stone, as large as a house, tore itself from the ground and hurtled toward him.
But that wasn't all.
A second rock followed, aimed at the clone fighting Thomas.
CRUNCH!
The rock struck the clone's skull, caving it in, and the clone disintegrated instantly.
Thomas barely had time to react before—
BOOM!
The second rock slammed into Saponu, burying him beneath a mountain of debris.
Silence.
For a moment, it seemed like Wisdom had landed the decisive blow.
Then—
A pulse.
Dark energy seeped from the cracks in the rubble.
BOOOOOOM!
A black explosion erupted, sending debris flying in all directions.
CRACK!
Thomas landed beside Wisdom, his fists clenched, eyes locked on Saponu as he emerged from the wreckage.
Saponu's body flickered with dark energy, calm but brimming with unshakable power.
Without hesitation, he surged forward, his fist cocked back.
A devastating punch aimed directly at Wisdom's head.
But—
SHWOOOSH!
Wisdom vanished.
Before Saponu could react—
BAM!
Wisdom reappeared behind him, gripping the back of his head.
And then—
SLAM!
He drove Saponu's face into the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth.
The battlefield trembled.
But Wisdom knew better.
This wasn't enough.
"Thomas!" he called.
Thomas was already moving.
He clapped his hands together, and—
"Randomized Duplication."
FLASH!
Ten copies of Thomas erupted from his body, each one shimmering with a different aura. But these weren't ordinary copies.
Each one radiated a unique ability.
Saponu slowly lifted his head from the crater, brushing dust off his shoulders. He scanned the battlefield, his eyes narrowing on the ten new enemies that surrounded him.
And instead of fear, a grin spread across his face.
"Interesting."