Chapter 12: Fiery vs. Zimbraya (Part 1)
A single moment changed everything.
Peter never imagined that Shinobu's own army would turn against them. The once-loyal soldiers now stood as enemies, manipulated by the duplicate Zimbraya. The Shinobu base lay in ruins most of its soldiers slaughtered, its commander imprisoned, and fear gripping the people.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Peter, Aqua, and Goldie struggled against an unknown force, unable to gain an upper hand. And now, a clash of destiny was about to unfold Fiery and his twenty soldiers against the duplicate Zimbraya and his army of two hundred.
In this hopeless battle, everything now rested on Fiery.
Fiery had awakened. His presence alone radiated a fierce, unstoppable energy. His movements were sharper, his flames hotter. With a single, devastating fire slash, he wiped out twenty soldiers in an instant. His men fought desperately, barely managing to hold their ground.
At the same time, Fiery moved swiftly between offense and defense, striking down enemies while shielding Scarlet and Alyssa from attacks. The battlefield seemed to tilt in their favor until a sinister aura spread across the field.
Zimbraya had risen.
With a slow, menacing stance, he stood tall once again. His voice, deep and rumbling, broke the tension.
"What just happened…?" Zimbraya muttered, tilting his head as if confused. Then, his lips curled into a grin. A chilling, monstrous laugh echoed across the battlefield.
For a moment, hope filled the air. Fiery's soldiers, seeing their own strength, felt confident. Not a single one had fallen yet.
But Zimbraya's laughter silenced them all.
Fiery narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with fury. "You think this is funny?"
Zimbraya suddenly stopped laughing. His expression turned cold. "You threw me away." His grip tightened on his iron mace. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"
Then, without warning he lunged forward.
Fiery braced himself for an attack. But Zimbraya wasn't coming for him. Instead, he leaped high into the air, aiming directly at Fiery's soldiers.
From a distance, Scarlet realized it too late.
"No he's not after Fiery! He's going for the soldiers!"
Fiery turned, eyes widening in horror, but he was too far away to intervene.
A single swing of Zimbraya's iron mace.
Ten soldiers were wiped out instantly.
The survivors froze, their weapons trembling in their hands. One of them, his voice shaking, whispered in terror.
"It's over… We're all going to die… If Sensei couldn't save them, how can he save us?"
Zimbraya chuckled darkly. "Do you see it now, Fire Boy? Your own men have lost faith in you."
Then, with a smirk, he raised his mace. "And just like them… you're next."
Before he could finish his sentence, a blazing fist struck his weapon. The heat of Fiery's flames scorched the air as Zimbraya barely blocked the punch with his mace.
Fiery's eyes burned red with fury. His voice was calm but carried a terrifying weight.
"How dare you…"
"From now on, one thing is certain "
"YOU WILL DIE BY MY HANDS."
End of Chapter 12.