The cave was silent after the storm of evolution, the walls still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. Atem stood tall, his body still adjusting to its new form—taller, stronger, more defined. His aura had calmed, but it still radiated a quiet, crushing majesty.
Across from him, Milim bounced on her heels like an excited child, though her sharp eyes burned with the anticipation of a warrior.
Milim: "C'mon, Atem! I've been waiting for this!"
Atem gave her a faint smirk, rolling his shoulders.
Atem: "You're relentless. But fine… let's see how much I've changed."
They both raised barriers in unison, layers of energy folding over each other to keep their clash from reducing the entire cavern into rubble. Once the barriers locked in, the air became heavy, charged like a battlefield before lightning struck.
They stood a hundred feet apart.
Milim grinned wide, crouched slightly—then vanished.
Atem's eyes flashed. Horus, Eternal Judge whispered possibilities into his mind, predicting her angle. His body moved instinctively—his arm snapped up just as Milim's fist came screaming toward his jaw.
BOOOOOOM!
The shockwave cracked the cave walls as their fists collided, forcing both to skid backward, feet gouging into the stone.
Atem's knuckles throbbed, but he smirked.
Atem: "Fast… but not untouchable."
Milim laughed, her eyes glowing with glee.
Milim: "Heehee! You actually blocked me! This is gonna be fun!"
Milim darted forward again, her movements almost invisible to the naked eye. Atem ducked under a roundhouse kick that cut the air like a blade, then twisted, driving an elbow toward her ribs.
CRACK! The sound rang like a thunderclap as Milim blocked with her knee, but Atem's follow-up punch smashed into her guard, forcing her back a step.
She retaliated instantly, her fists blurring into a barrage. Atem crossed his arms, absorbing the hits, each strike detonating like cannon fire. His boots dragged lines across the stone floor before he suddenly leaned in and countered with a knee strike.
WHAM! It clipped her side, sending her skidding into the barrier, which rippled but held.
Milim touched her ribs, blinking in surprise, then laughed louder.
Milim: "You're way stronger than before! I love it!"
She lunged low this time, spinning into a sweeping kick aimed at Atem's legs. He jumped clean over it, twisting midair and bringing down a heel kick like an axe.
BOOOOM! The impact cratered the ground, but Milim had already vanished. She reappeared behind him, slamming a double fist into his back. Atem's body bent forward but he rolled with it, planting a hand to the floor and springing back with a brutal spinning kick.
CRACK! Their legs met midair, the shockwave pushing them apart like magnets repelling.
Milim was a blur, circling Atem with bursts of speed, striking from impossible angles. But Atem's new body—faster, sharper—and the guiding clarity of Horus let him read her patterns.
Her fist shot at his jaw—he tilted just enough, her knuckles grazing his cheek. Atem answered with an uppercut that nearly connected, but Milim twisted in midair, grinning as the fist grazed past her chin.
It became a storm of dodges, parries, and near-misses. Their movements left afterimages, each clash sending shockwaves across the cavern.
Finally, they both roared, charging straight in. Atem's fist and Milim's fist collided head-on.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
The shockwave shattered stone pillars, cracks racing up the cavern ceiling. For a moment, their fists pressed against each other, veins bulging, their feet sinking into the ground.
Atem grit his teeth, forcing more raw strength. To his shock, Milim actually slid back half a step before she grinned wider.
Milim: "Now you're talking!"
She slammed her forehead against his—BANG!—forcing him back. Atem laughed under his breath, the thrill of raw combat pumping through his veins.
The cave shook like a battlefield of gods, each exchange raw, primal, overwhelming. Neither used magicules, no flashy skills—just strength, speed, and technique pushed to the limit.
Even Milim, a being who rarely found equals, was panting lightly from the exertion, her smile wider than ever.
Milim: "You've really changed, Atem…! If you can keep this up, maybe—just maybe—you can give me the fight I've always wanted!"
Atem cracked his knuckles, his blood boiling with excitement, his eyes sharp with resolve.
Atem: "Then let's see how far I can push this new power."
They blurred forward again—
The air in the cave warped, the pressure shifting as Atem whispered,
"Let's raise the bar."
A ripple exploded outward. His body shimmered with golden and obsidian light as Horus, Eternal Judge fully activated. The Oracle's voice echoed in his mind like a second heartbeat:
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His pupils burned into vertical falcon slits, golden lines of sight overlaying reality. Every breath, every twitch of the stone, every tremor of Milim's aura lit up before him as if the future itself had been carved into script across the world.
Milim's grin widened, her pupils flashing crimson. Her horn erupted from her forehead with a sharp crack, and energy surged from her body like an awakened dragon. She raised her sword — a Genesis-grade blade, gleaming with a light capable of rending creation itself.
Her aura shook the cavern. She activated:
"Satanael, Lord of Wrath!"
A second sun seemed to ignite inside her chest. The Magicule Breeder Reactor inside her spun at full speed, blasting out raw torrents of magicules that filled the cavern like a raging ocean. The walls warped under the pressure. Her Milim Eye blazed — she could see Atem's energy, his every fluctuation. Her Milim Ear twitched — she heard the Oracle's faint hum inside Atem, the rhythm of his breaths.
The barrier groaned, reinforced twenty times over by Atem's command. Still, cracks of light danced through it under their combined auras.
Milim laughed, wild and exhilarated.
"LET'S GO!"
She vanished.
Atem leaned forward a fraction of a second before Milim's Genesis Sword appeared at his throat — Horus had already shown him. He bent his body like a reed, the blade grazing past, and countered with a precision strike: a palm edged like a guillotine into her ribs.
BOOM!
The impact sent Milim rocketing sideways, slamming into the barrier. She rebounded instantly, grin unfazed, and counter-slash with Dragon Fang, her blade coated in spiraling dragon-energy that tore the very air apart.
Atem planted his foot, twisted, and slammed his elbow into the attack. The impact detonated a shockwave so violent the floor buckled like paper.
Milim came again, faster — Drago Fist! Her fist, wrapped in the phantom head of a dragon, roared toward him. Atem ducked low, his movements sharper now, guided by Horus and the Oracle. He rose with a rising knee that snapped the phantom apart like glass, then spun, his heel cutting the air toward her head.
Milim blocked with her sword. The clash rang like a cathedral bell.
Milim roared, eyes glowing.
"DRAGO NOVA!"
Stars erupted from her body, hundreds of miniature suns condensing and converging before detonating in a wave of cataclysmic fire. The cavern vanished in a sea of burning white.
Atem's eyes narrowed. Horus unfolded — futures split, thousands of them. He chose the narrowest, sharpest thread. His hands cut through the storm, redirecting explosions into each other, his feet gliding across collapsing stone. He closed the gap, the Oracle whispering timing into his ear.
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Atem surged forward through the starstorm, slammed his palm into Milim's wrist, twisted —and the Genesis Sword screamed as it was forced wide. With his other hand, he drove a crushing blow into her sternum, blasting her into the ceiling.
Milim landed, growling low, hair wild. Her horn pulsed, her blade burning brighter. Satanael twisted further, the Breeder roaring.
"NOW I'M MAD!" she shouted.
The cave split as she brought her blade down in an Overdrive Slash — a cut that could cleave mountains.
Atem's aura surged in answer, Pharaoh's Authority weaving into Horus. His palm caught the descending sword, and for a heartbeat, time froze — the godlike weight of Milim's wrath against the unyielding verdict of Horus.
Sparks erupted like galaxies.
Atem's veins glowed with golden light as he twisted, letting the blow slide past, then countered with a brutal chain: a straight punch to her ribs, a crushing elbow to her jaw, and a final kick that cratered her into the floor.
Milim's aura spiked dangerously — her breeder nearing berserk threshold. Her eyes glowed wild, untamed.
"DRAGO BUSTER!!!" she screamed.
A lance of dragon energy, so dense it howled like the end of the world, tore from her blade and filled the cavern.
The Oracle's voice cut into Atem like a clear bell:
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Atem stepped forward. His hands glowed — not with raw power, but with inevitability. He sliced his palm through the air and struck the core of the beam.
CRAAACK!
The Drago Buster fractured, shattering into shards of light. Atem blitzed through the collapsing storm, faster than sight, fists glowing with Horus' eternal judgment.
He unleashed a barrage — a thousand strikes in a second, every blow targeted at the weaknesses Horus revealed. Her defenses crumbled under the storm, her sword ripped from her grip, her body battered into the barrier.
Finally, Atem appeared before her, palm glowing golden, eyes like a falcon's.
"Judgment delivered."
His palm slammed into her chest. A shockwave erupted — silent, absolute. The entire cave rattled, the barrier blazed, and Milim collapsed, aura flaring wildly before guttering out.
Dust and light settled. The cave was wrecked but intact, the barrier holding by threads.
Milim lay on the ground, laughing breathlessly, eyes sparkling even in defeat.
"That… was AMAZING!" she roared. "You actually beat me! Hahaha! I haven't had this much fun in forever!"
Atem stood over her, chest heaving, but calm. Horus dimmed, the golden lines fading from his eyes.
The Oracle's voice hummed softly in his mind.
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Atem offered a hand to Milim. She took it, grinning ear to ear, her Genesis Sword dissolving into sparks.
Milim's perspective....>>>>>
The air in the cave shifted. Milim's senses screamed—something massive, something different had awakened. Atem's presence bloomed like a golden eclipse, and the temperature of the cavern seemed to rise just from his aura.
She grinned, eyes wild with excitement. "Finally… let's see what you've got."
She raised her Genesis-grade sword, horn glowing, and activated Satanael, Lord of Wrath. Her body pulsed with magicule energy; the Breeder inside her heart spun at full speed. Every fiber of her being screamed: I am unstoppable.
Atem didn't move first. Not yet. But she could feel him. Something was shifting in his very essence. A golden shimmer wrapped around him, stretching, folding, pressing on her senses. Her Milim Eye flared — he was moving differently. Faster. Sharper. But there was more… an inevitability she couldn't shake, like his next move was already written in the air.
"Ready or not…" she whispered, smirking. And then — vanish!
Her body blurred, her sword flashing toward him in a high-speed strike meant to overwhelm. But something was off. Atem's shadow flickered in impossible ways, dodging before she even knew the angle of attack. Her brain screamed: How is he predicting me? How is this possible?
"Impossible… his movements…" she thought, feeling her heart race.
Atem's elbow snapped toward her ribs — fast, precise, like a meteor cutting through the atmosphere. She blocked instinctively with her sword, but the force pressed her back, grinding her heels into the cavern floor. Sparks erupted where blade met flesh.
Her grin didn't falter. "Not bad… but I'm just getting started!"
She twisted, spinning her blade, unleashing Dragon Fang — a spiraling wave of dragon-energy meant to tear him apart. Her eyes widened, heart pounding — Atem moved again, dodging with uncanny precision. Every strike she attempted, every feint, he intercepted, countered, or redirected.
"He knows exactly… what I'm going to do…"
Her own aura roared. Drago Fist! A dragon-shaped phantom fist surged toward him. Atem didn't even flinch — he bent like a reed in a storm, dodged, then countered with a palm strike to her arm. The impact made her grin falter. He's… strong… no, more than strong.
She slammed the Genesis Sword in a sweeping slash — Star Magic! Hundreds of miniature suns erupted from her sword, filling the cavern with blinding light. Atem moved through it like water, sliding between beams that should have incinerated him. Her eyes darted frantically, watching his every step.
"How is he predicting all of this…?"
He was faster than sight now. His punches and kicks rained down — not just fast, but perfect. Each blow landed at the exact moment to counter her attacks. Atem's presence carried inevitability. Every motion she made felt preordained, like he had read her thoughts before she even acted.
Her anger surged. "You're not getting away with this!"
She focused all her energy, going all-in. Drago Nova! Her fists fired golden beams that collided with reality itself. She slammed forward, horn shining, sword swinging in a deadly arc. Atem moved like a shadow within light, dodging, countering, his strikes like the slow inevitability of gravity — unstoppable, unavoidable.
Her heart raced. She could feel her limits pushing against this new force. Satanael was roaring, the Breeder working overtime, her aura surging to berserk levels — yet still, Atem was there, anticipating, intercepting, overwhelming.
"No one… has ever fought like this…" she admitted internally, awe and thrill flooding her senses.
Finally, Atem appeared in front of her, his palm glowing golden. She knew instinctively — this was it. The final strike. Her legs braced, sword raised, but she could feel the inevitability — the judgment. The Horus, Eternal Judge skill he wielded wasn't just power; it was the universe bending to his vision, his probability streams flowing like a blade.
"Judgment…" she whispered, eyes widening. Atem's palm slammed into her chest. The cavern exploded in energy, and she was thrown back, aura flaring like a dying sun.
Milim hit the barrier, gasping, laughing wildly through the pain. Her hair disheveled, horn glowing faintly, she lay on the ground, adrenaline screaming in her veins.
"Hahaha… I… I can't believe it…" she said, panting. "You… you actually… beat me…"
Even in defeat, her grin was unstoppable. She looked at Atem, standing tall, aura calm but regal, golden light dancing over him. His eyes, the falcon lines of Horus, burned with inevitability.
"He's… on a different level now… he's… beyond anything I've ever felt…" Milim thought, a shiver of exhilaration running through her.
The Oracle's voice floated in his mind, calm, satisfied.
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Milim sat up, laughing again, shaking her head. "I haven't had a fight like that in forever! This… this was incredible. I love it! You… you've really leveled up, Atem!"
Atem offered a hand. Milim took it, still catching her breath, still laughing like a wild storm.
And in that cave, filled with shattered stone and lingering energy, Milim realized she had just witnessed a new force being born — one that no one in Eterna could have imagined, even her.