Trunks stumbled, his hand hitting the jagged rock wall to steady himself. His breath rattled in his chest, and his eyes were heavy—his ki had been siphoned down to a dangerous whisper. He was running on pure Saiyan pride now. Even for Goten and Melody, with their unique, altered DNA, the pressure was becoming immense. Goten's striking white tail twitched with agitation, and his purple eyes narrowed as he felt a strange, rare friction scraping against his immense power. To feel a drain like this in his base form—a form already surpassing his father's peak—was unthinkable. Beside him, Melody's matching white hair caught the dimming light as she gripped his hand tighter, her own formidable strength being tested by the suffocating atmosphere.
But just as the oppressive weight threatened to force even the two apex hybrids to their knees, the tunnel abruptly opened up. They stepped onto a ledge overlooking a massive, hollowed-out subterranean cathedral. There, suspended in the center of the void, was the source of the malice. It didn't just feel like an evil power; it felt like a direct challenge to the bonfires of the Obsidian form sleeping deep within Goten and Melody's blood...
The cathedral stretched endlessly, its walls carved with ancient, eerie glyphs that pulsed with a faint, sickly light. At its center, a massive, swirling orb of dark energy hovered menacingly in the air.It wasn't just evil—it was sentient. It was watching them, mocking their power.
Goten's blood burned—not with fear, but with something deeper: a primal urge to utterly destroy it. Melody felt the exact same pull. The Obsidian form inside her stirred violently, raging to be unleashed for the first time since their transformation.Suddenly, the massive dark orb began to twist, shifting its shape into something even more revolting. The creature opened a grotesque, gaping maw. But instead of words, a skin-shriveling screech echoed throughout the cathedral, tearing through the air with enough physical force to literally bring Trunks to his knees. Trunks collapsed, clutching his ears. The screech was pure agony, like nails on a chalkboard amplified a thousand times over. His vision blurred from the sheer sonic pressure.
Goten and Melody fared slightly better. They staggered under the weight of the sound, but their enhanced DNA kept them upright. Before them, the orb's form twisted completely into a living nightmare: a mass of writhing, chaotic shadows blinking with far too many eyes.
Soul-reaper: INTRUDERS!!! *It shrieked directly into their minds—not through sound, but through a wave of pure psychic violation.*