The ground beneath Zygar, Kairo, and Allen trembled violently. Cracks jagged and black spread across the battlefield, splitting the earth with deep, ominous lines. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and burnt ash, swirling around them in unpredictable gusts. In the center of the chaos, Zygar knelt, his body radiating an intense golden-red light that surged outward in waves. Veins of luminous energy snaked across his skin, and his magical pen hovered in the air, trembling as if anticipating the coming storm.
Kairo gripped his sword tighter, eyes wide with disbelief:
– "What… what is this? His body… it's glowing, or burning?"
Allen raised his shield instinctively, his face pale:
– "I don't know… but it feels like something beyond mortal strength… something divine."
Opposite them stood Diablo, the second most powerful demon in existence. Shadows coiled around his body like living serpents, twisting and writhing, thickening the air with their oppressive presence. A dark smile curved his lips, though beneath it lay a trace of unease. He hissed:
– "Damn… this is the power I've been seeking for centuries…"
Zygar's eyes flared, glowing with an intensity that was no longer human. His voice echoed like a celestial whisper:
– "Diablo… your escape ends here…"
His pen hovered mid-air, morphing into a sword forged from pure light and shadow, swirling with brilliant hues of purple and blue. The ground beneath Diablo trembled violently, and even the walls of the surrounding forest seemed to respond to the surge of energy.
Diablo took a step back, a cold laugh escaping his lips:
– "You think you can defeat me with that? I am the second strongest demon alive. No one can stand against me!"
Without replying, Zygar lunged forward. His speed became a blur of radiant light, each strike of his sword carving arcs of pure energy through the air. Diablo was thrown back, his body hitting the ground with a deafening crash, but instantly began to regenerate, his dark aura intensifying as he roared:
– "This… is only the beginning!"
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The Surge of Divine Power
The light within Zygar surged to its peak. His body was entirely radiant, and golden veins spread across his skin like flowing rivers of pure energy. His eyes transformed, glowing like those of a goddess of power, and a halo of divine force enveloped him completely. Diablo staggered, muttering under his breath:
– "This… is exactly what I've been chasing… I can't win against this… I need to escape…"
Ignoring Diablo's words, Zygar placed the tip of his luminous sword on the demon's chest and whispered:
– "Weak. I will end you here."
Diablo raised his hands desperately:
– "Wait! If you don't kill me, I'll serve you… I'll obey… call me your master!"
Zygar, unmoved, struck with all his strength. A blinding white light engulfed the battlefield. Diablo's heart was split in two, and his body crumbled into ashes, scattering through the air. Yet even as he fell, a whisper of defiance echoed:
– "This… isn't the end…"
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Awakening in the White Chamber
When the energy finally subsided, Kairo and Allen heaved heavy breaths. Zygar's radiant glow faded, but he remained unconscious. On his forehead, the number 15 had appeared, carved in shimmering energy.
Kairo frowned:
– "We need to get him to the White Chamber… now."
The journey was tense, every moment weighed down by the lingering power of the battle.
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The Goddess of Power
Fifteen days later, Zygar awoke. He found himself lying in a completely white room. Selin, his beloved, held his hand tightly, and Lord Eylan stood nearby, silently observing. Serina, the daughter of the Elven King Rhond, paced nervously, her eyes never leaving Zygar.
Zygar's gaze sharpened:
– "Where… am I?"
A figure in red robes sat calmly across the room, exuding an aura of immense power. The figure's voice was serene yet commanding:
– "I am the Goddess of Power."
Zygar's eyes widened in shock:
– "The Goddess of Power? Why have you entered my body?"
The goddess replied without hesitation:
– "Because you needed me. You seek power, and I can grant it… but on one condition. I must also use your body to settle scores against several others. You will have my strength, but so will I."
Zygar considered this for a moment, then nodded:
– "I accept."
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Return to the Living
After fifteen days, Zygar awoke fully. Selin was still by his side, her hand warm in his. He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Selin whispered:
– "Finally… you're awake."
Zygar chuckled:
– "Yes… and I had the best sleep of my life."
Night fell, and a grand celebration commenced. Every ally rejoiced, and Serina had been rescued from captivity, her eyes reflecting admiration and unspoken affection for Zygar.
Selin approached him and said softly:
– "Close your eyes."
Zygar complied. Selin pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss. Zygar blushed deeply:
– "Ah… what are you doing, Selin? We're not married yet!"
Selin smiled mischievously:
– "We will be."
Zygar grinned:
– "After we finish this journey… you will be queen, and I will be king."
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Farewell to the Elves
Morning came. All the elves gathered to bid the group farewell. Lord Eylan announced:
– "Our next destination… the land of dragons."
Zygar's eyes sparkled with anticipation:
– "A new adventure begins."
Selin lightly punched his shoulder:
– "This time, no fighting, got it?"
Zygar laughed, tears in his eyes:
– "Alright…"
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In the Shadows
Far away, at the place where Diablo had been defeated, the ashes stirred. Two glowing red eyes pierced the darkness. A whisper carried on the wind:
– "Finally… I have found the power you've been seeking… Master."
To be continued…
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