The combined force of Goten's internal strike and Melody's devastating Obsidian blast created a volatile reaction inside the soul-reaper's core. The creature convulsed violently, the writhing shadows of its body beginning to fracture and leak blinding, chaotic energy.
Its countless eyes rolled back in sheer agony as the black-green flames consumed it. Realizing its utter defeat, the ancient entity gathered every remaining ounce of its malice for one final, desperate act... a devastating, cataclysmic scream.
The scream was deafening—a sonic explosion of pure, concentrated hatred. The entire subterranean cathedral shuddered violently, the ancient stone pillars cracking under the immense pressure.Trunks, still safely shielded inside Melody's energy barrier, clamped his hands over his ears. But Goten and Melody? They took the full, unfiltered brunt of the assault.
Goten: *Goten gritted his teeth as a sharp pain lanced through his skull, but he absolutely refused to fall. Instead, his glare hardened, and he clenched his fist even tighter.* Any final words before we send you back to the abyss? *Goten asked. Then, with a roaring surge of power, he unleashed his own Obsidian form. His white hair shifted to a deep, absolute black, and his purple eyes ignited into brilliant, crimson bonfires.*
The shadow-creature's form flickered wildly, its many eyes widening with genuine, paralyzing fear. Goten's own Obsidian transformation was the final nail in its coffin.
Soul-reaper: N-No…! I am eternal! I cannot be destroyed—! *It shrieked one last time.*
Melody smirked, her own black-green aura flaring brighter in response. The ancient orb had one final second to realize a painful truth: it had messed with the wrong hybrids. Without another word, Goten and Melody struck simultaneously in a perfectly synchronized double assault. Goten's Obsidian-powered fist plunged deep into the center of the orb's core, his explosive energy burning right through its dark essence. At the exact same microsecond, Melody unleashed a catastrophic wave of black-green fire from both palms.
The soul-reaper let out one last, agonizing shriek—and then exploded into a cataclysmic burst of dissolving, harmless darkness.
As the smoke cleared, the oppressive atmosphere vanished. In the center of the altar, where the soul-reaper had hovered moments before, sat a small, strangely cozy recess in the stone. Resting perfectly inside it was the glowing, green Namekian Soulstone. Goten, being the closest, reached out and carefully picked up the artifact.
Goten: *A triumphant smile crossed his face as he looked back at the others.* Two down, one to go.
Trunks finally stumbled to his feet as the psychic barrier around him dissolved. He stared in awe at the Soulstone, and then at Goten and Melody as their powerful Obsidian forms faded back into their striking white hair and purple eyes.
Trunks: ...That was insane, *Trunks breathed, completely breathless.*
The cathedral felt entirely lighter now, stripped of its oppressive weight. There was no more malice. Just a peaceful, ringing quiet… and a hard-earned victory.