The Hunter stopped smiling.
The battlefield stilled not because of fear, but because authority was being withdrawn.
Varkhael reached to his own chest and tore away the angelic limiter embedded in his core.
Divine script unraveled from his armor like flayed law.
"You have exceeded tolerance,"
he said, voice no longer calm.
"Phase Two authorized."
His body expanded not in size, but density. Each step folded reality inward.
His presence erased weak causality entirely.
This was no longer an executioner.
This was an angelic weapon of extinction.
....
Taru felt it.
The Hunter's true weight.
And something inside him answered.
Memory.
Ancient Saiyan instinct older than Tyrant Origin stirred.
His heartbeat slowed.
His pupils burned gold-black.
Bones realigned with a sound like continents shifting.
Ancient Evolution Sovereign Apex
This was not a transformation taught or named.
It was state of being, remembered.
Taru's ki collapsed inward, compressing into a gravity well inside his chest before detonating outward in perfect control.
Sovereign Apex (Ancient Form 5)
Tyrant Origin refined into Predatory Calm
Ki output stabilized instead of spiking
Physical form sharpened — taller at 8 feet , broader frame , carved with old scars glowing faintly
Presence alone suppressed divine authority
Even Varkhael staggered.
"…Impossible,"
the Hunter whispered.
"This form was erased, it was ma2a non factor ."
...
They collided existences.
Each strike rewrote probability. Entire star systems blinked out under collateral strain.
Varkhael fought with perfect arrogance, believing divine supremacy inevitable.
But Taru fought for choice.
Freedom cost blood, so he bled.
By the end, Taru was shattered ribs pierced, organs failing, body barely holding together.
Yet Varkhael knelt.
Cracked.
Defeated.
Shin could no longer watch.
Seeing Taru evolve and choose himself shattered Shin's last fear.
He appeared openly.
Radiant.
Changed.
"You are done,"
Shin said, voice steady, beautiful and absolute.
With Shin's ascended Kai arts stabilizing reality around the saiyan and Taru's final blow landing
Varkhael was erased.
Not just killed.
Unmade.
....
Taru collapsed.
Shin caught him, straining under the dense body.
Without hesitation, Shin opened a forbidden fold, a forgotten pocket-time he discovered during his earliest training and instinctively never reported.
A place untouched by gods.
Inside grew Divine Vital Fruits, ancient, potent, similar to the Tree of Might but attuned to Kai and Saiyan physiology.
Shin fed Taru the fruit.
Held him and Waited.
For weeks Taru healed.
Then surpassed the rising ki .
. .
New Stable Power Levels
Taru Base Form: 500,000,000,000,000 (500 Trillion)
Shin Ascended Kai State: 50,000,000,000,000 (50 Trillion)
The pocket-time trembled under their combined presence.
.....
The Moment They Can No Longer Avoid
When Taru finally rose
He looked at Shin differently.
No battle haze.
No godly distance.
Only a deep primal need feuled by his recent awakening .
Ancient Saiyan instincts suppressed for years roared awake.
Shin felt it immediately.
The feral heat.
The gravity.
The unmistakable awareness of Taru's overwhelming physical presence.
His breath caught.
" I want you,"
Taru said plainly no shame, no hesitation.
Shin didn't retreat, he's thighs quivering .
He swallowed hard, eyes wide, curious, nervous, aroused, and utterly certain the large saiyan was about to take something untouched since his birth as a Kai. .
"…Then take me,"
Shin whispered, voice trembling with anticipation.
"I choose this."
Shin's gaze dipped just once, clearly registering the scale of what Taru carried , and his shock was unmistakable… followed by something dangerously close to excitement.
The air thickened.
Ki stirred as Shin was grabbed by the much larger Saiyan, his petite body manhandled into a naked form, Taru's 10 inch pride stood erect, balls full of saiyan essence, pulsating with desire for the forbidden fruit that was Shin's divine innocence.
Shin's back was pressed against the saiyan, the musk of a starved beast clouding his mind, his own body bending to meet the saiyan as his hips were clutched in a powerful grip and guiding upward and his own chest pressing firmly into the soft fabric on the floor.
Then shin felt it, a thick, slick and warm member prodding his untouched entrance, the saiyan taken over by primal need, entered Shin with a wet pop...
...
The pocket-time dimmed.
And whatever followed
Was no longer the concern of gods.
End of the chapter