It looked like nothing more than a beam of light—like a flashlight, only thicker.
But the moment that dark red beam hit Jason, he felt an overwhelming surge of power, like being struck by a tidal wave.
An unbearable heat rampaged through his undead body, burning him from the inside out. Within seconds, the violent energy tore through him completely.
His skin began to char and flake away, revealing a bloody, skinless figure underneath.
Thankfully, most of the kids had their eyes shut in prayer and didn't witness this horrifying sight.
The newly regenerated flesh melted away like wax under a blazing sun, and his reinforced bones cracked apart, reduced to ashes.
Jason felt pain—real pain—for the first time. The agony tore a beastly roar from his throat, one filled with suffering and fury.
High above him, Barrry stood tall, unleashing that dark red beam that pierced straight through Jason's body. The fire splashed out like crimson liquid flames, clinging to his form, burning even deeper and suppressing his regenerative power.
Fire was the most extreme expression of Barrry's dark energy—pure and violent.
It harmed others, but it could just as easily harm its wielder.
The raging energy overwhelmed Jason, forcing him into the ground. His feet sank into the dirt, his mask cracked, and deep fractures spread across his skull.
The unstoppable force dragged him along the ground, carving a deep, gruesome trench in the earth.
Then—
A massive explosion shattered the night. The surface of Crystal Lake erupted in towering sprays of water.
Jason was blasted straight into the lake.
Cold water poured through the shattered tunnel and splashed against his face.
The children opened their eyes, staring at the boiling, churning lake. Steam rose in thick white clouds.
And when they followed the trail back to its source—
They saw the brightest, most terrifying red beam cutting through the night sky.
"Whoa! Ultraman really can shoot lasers!"
"Yeah, this one's for real. From now on, Oga beats Dyna—he's my number one hero!"
After firing his final move, the gray Ultraman lowered his arms and suddenly shouted, "Wash the socks!"
Then he spread his arms and shot into the air.
"Holy crap, that's definitely the original voice actor!" one of the pessimistic kids yelled, shaking with excitement like he'd just met his idol.
The adults—Maria and the camp counselors—stood frozen, their minds blank.
What had happened tonight shattered everything they thought they knew.
When fantasy becomes reality, it's the grown-ups who struggle most to accept it.
Only Maria had light in her eyes. She accepted it all—the ghosts, the talking scarecrow, the resurrected demon… so why not a shape-shifting Ultraman too?
And that voice—she recognized it instantly. It was Barrry.
Before anyone could say a word, Ultraman Oga moved again. He stepped into the air, a blur of gray light, and dove straight into Crystal Lake.
It was time for his private battle—no witnesses allowed.
Barrry sank into the depths. The dark waters couldn't block his sight. He quickly found Jason's mangled body drifting below.
Jason, once full of menace, now looked pitiful—worse than a beggar, broken beyond recognition.
"Jason, you could've picked a fight with anyone, but you messed with me. Now you're going to pay for it."
Barrry's fingers formed a blade, and in an instant, he drove his hand straight through Jason's chest, piercing his heart. Then his claws tore into Jason's skull.
"Come out—my mask!"
He unleashed his full power. The devouring energy roared to life, his soul swirling into a dark vortex. Jason, weakened and helpless, barely struggled at all.
With a violent rip, Barrry tore free a white hockey mask from Jason's face and held it in his hand.
Then he pressed it gently to his chest, right over the hole where his heart had been.
It was over. Jason Voorhees—the infamous killer—was finally dead.
After taking too much damage, Jason's soul regressed into that of a little boy, wearing only swimming trunks.
From the depths, countless shadowy hands reached out, grabbing him and dragging him back into hell.
Barrry watched calmly, making sure Jason didn't suddenly come back again.
Once Jason's soul had returned to hell, the evil energy clinging to his body began to fade until almost nothing remained. That meant his physical form wouldn't be regenerating any time soon.
Even if he somehow survived the "revival round," his weakened powers wouldn't be enough to repair his body before hell reclaimed him.
The legend of Jason, the immortal killer, had finally come to an end.
But Barrry wasn't done yet.
He needed to do more.
When the car exploded earlier, the blast had not only reclaimed the shattered mask fragments Jason had absorbed, it had also recharged a spark of life force inside Barrry.
That was what had kept him alive through the inferno—and what had allowed him to use his "Flame Exhaustion" power again, something he'd only used during resurrection battles before.
When destruction turned to ashes, the ashes condensed again. Under the pull of dark energy, they solidified into stone.
The darkness transformed into fire, pushing Barrry into his most violent form yet.
Now, with Jason's mask serving as a power source, Barrry could extend his transformation, keeping his body from burning away completely.
He was ready to finally carry out his long-planned masterpiece.
…
The boiling lake slowly cooled, the water growing calm again.
The long, dreadful night was finally giving way to dawn.
Even though there wasn't some "sunlight stops killers" rule, the light of day always pushed back the darkness and brought warmth.
After surviving the nightmare, people always hoped the next day would be better.
Sunlight pierced the night sky as dawn brushed across the horizon.
Stepping through the wreckage, people made their way toward Crystal Lake, quietly waiting for… something.
Wee-woo, wee-woo!
Police sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder. Several squad cars rushed in—officers from nearby towns arriving to assist.
Ambulances followed close behind.
The earlier explosion had woken half the town, and that massive red beam cutting through the sky had been visible for miles.
There was no way anyone could've missed it.
Curious residents flooded the campgrounds.
For the first time ever, Greenwoods Winter Camp was packed with people.
Most were just there to watch, but the moment they saw the mangled remains scattered around, many turned pale or threw up on the spot.
What the hell had happened here? Even the town cops were dead, their patrol cars burned to metal skeletons.
"Oh my God! Look—over there!"
Everyone turned.
In the middle of Crystal Lake, the water began to churn again. Something huge was rising from beneath.
And before their stunned eyes, a massive stone statue slowly emerged, standing tall and unmoving in the center of the lake.