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Chapter Fourteen: "The Awakening of the Golden Flame"
The sky darkened, the wind howled, as if all of creation held its breath…
Then… footsteps.
Heavy, measured, as if they themselves had sounded the drums of war.
From the ashes, from the heart of the destruction, Ethan emerged.
He walked slowly, his body wounded, his features grim, but he… walked like one who had risen from the grave to fulfill an unfinished oath.
His eyes? A quiet fire.
His breath? Embers that sighed.
And every step? A promise of retribution.
Before him stood the first calamity, a girl with a slender body and deceptive beauty,
Evil enveloped her.
Her hair burned as if even the wind itself feared to touch it, and her smile held no mercy, only mockery.
She said,
"Finally… you have come to fall into my hands."
But Ethan didn't speak, didn't warn, didn't hesitate.
He charged.
A lightning strike.
A hooded hand, covered in sparks, pierced the distance and propelled the disaster back dozens of meters before slamming into a rock wall and triggering an earth explosion.
She rose, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Great... do it again."
But before he could move,
a scream from above!
Calphos, the Giant of Malice, descended from the sky, wielding his heavy black axe with a single hand, as if mountains held no weight to him.
His attack was like lightning.
The axe sliced through the air and nearly split the earth, but Ethan dodged at the last second, retreating with surprising agility.
He attacked again, his face etched with tension.
To no avail. Calphos's axe slammed into the ground, creating a deep cleft that drank in the light and vanished into the darkness.
A real battle began.
Ethan vs. Calphos.
The axe descends like a hellish meteor.
And energy burns with every blow.
But Ethan fights back, dodges, blocks, and with every strike he receives, rage ignites in his eyes.
And with every second...
His body aches.
His breath grows heavy.
The wound from the battle with the first catastrophe still aches, slows him down, weighs him down.
But he doesn't fall.
Then...
The child comes.
That mysterious being, so young, with a gaze that holds a dignity beyond his years.
He touches Ethan's chest... and suddenly, green light emanates from his hands.
Healing.
But not just healing... it's strengthening.
Energy surges through his veins like torrents of light.
His aura ignites anew, and he stands as if reborn from his ashes.
And it exploded.
A kick to one of the rocks created a wave of air that shattered its surroundings, then it hurtled forward with invisibility.
It slammed into Calvus and knocked him down.
Then it spun around with incredible speed and landed a punch in the belly of the First Calamity, launching it into the air before it hit the ground.
But it didn't rejoice...
It just stared.
Leona, the First Calamity, smiled coldly.
"You think this is over?... The fight hasn't even started yet."
And the earth split open.
The Second Calamity arrived.
A monster, as tall as a building, with bloodshot eyes and a back dripping with malice.
The fight became:
Three against one.
But Ethan didn't move.
He opened his palms.
Then he unleashed an aura of light that exploded from his body.
The battlefield shook.
Nature knelt.
The three monsters paused for a moment.
But Leona laughed. "My Quirk: Copy and Fusion," she said.
And the fusion happened.
Calvus's body, the power of the two calamities, all merged into one warrior:
The Perfect Fighter.
Taller than Ethan, his muscles bulging with energy, he held a warped version of Calvus's axe in one hand and a fake version of Ethan's weapon in the other.
"The axe? Junk," he said in a double voice.
Then he threw it to the ground.
"And your weapon... it's mine now."
Ethan's face froze for a moment.
And The Perfect Fighter charged.
His blows were like earthquakes.
Each strike felt like a mountain.
Ethan was shattered.
He was hit, he stumbled, he crashed, he fell.
His body was crushed, covered in blood, his weapon shattered.
As he lay on the ground, everyone thought it was the end.
But then...
He opened his eyes.
His hand trembled, rose slowly, then...
He plunged it into his right eye and gouged it out.
The moment froze.
The light vanished.
All was silent.
Then he screamed.
A scream not of pain, but the release of energy created for a moment like this.
A golden aura erupted from within him.
His new eye...
Black with a yellow pupil, radiant, like a mark of destiny, an unbreakable seal.
He rose.
He raised his head.
Then he said in a terrifyingly calm voice:
"Time has called me. And now, you are the ones who will fall."
End of Chapter
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