A world plunged into utter darkness, the stench of death thick in the air, annihilation stretching across every horizon, and a violent tempest raging under a pitch-black sky. Within this desolate realm, a man kneels upon the scorched earth, staring helplessly toward the abyss above. As thunderous roars shatter the black heavens, a towering, terrifying silhouette manifests amidst the lightning—a massive humanoid figure with a crimson beard, hulking arms, and an otherworldly hammer gripped tightly in his fist.
Yet most unsettling of all were his eyes, surging with chaotic black electricity. Crackling streams of pitch-black lightning discharged from his gaze, instilling absolute terror into the heart of death itself.
In a fraction of a second, the thunder deity raised his weapon, severing the sky in two as the storm clouds parted to unveil impending catastrophe. A colossal bolt of black lightning surged downward, striking the kneeling man—revealed to be INTI himself. These were the final fragments of INTI's memories, surfacing moments before his passing.
Returning to our story where we left off, our companions stand gathered around INTI's lifeless body, which lies split in two upon the stone floor, yet adorned with a serene, peaceful smile. Looking down with heavy hearts, they watch in silence as INTI's form begins to dissolve into divine particles of light. A distant, echoing voice reverberates through their minds: "This is my lingering essence... make full use of it."
Instantly, a surge of primordial power rushes through their veins, saturating their bodies with divine energy.
DANTE HERALDI: What is this?! I feel an incredible wave of energy surging through my entire body!
REX: Yeah, me too!
ISAMU: How fascinating...
MALEKIN: To think he would leave us such a gift...
ELENA: (Tears streaming down her face) I can't believe it... sniff. He was guiding us all along... sniff. He was a truly noble soul...
QUETZALCÓATL: To witness another god lay down his life for our cause...
Activating his "examine" skill, DANTE scans his companions and discovers that while their overall level remains unchanged, every single one of their core stats has doubled!
As the divine light fades, DANTE notices something resting upon the stone floor—INTI's glowing solar heart.
REX: Dante, look! That's his heart—consume it and elevate your power!
QUETZALCÓATL: It is time to bring this campaign to a close, Dante. Devour the heart so we can ascend and end this endless nightmare.
MALEKIN: Do it, Dante. I'm ready to get some rest; this journey has worn me out completely.
ISAMU: We will finish this swiftly. I will hold back no longer.
Stepping forward, ELENA embraces DANTE, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
ELENA: Dante... let's finish this together.
Overjoyed by the unwavering support of his companions, DANTE picks up the solar heart and consumes it in a single bite. Within seconds, his body begins to swell violently, forcing him to the stone floor as his frame twitches. His muscle fibers expand, his bone structure thickens, and his spiritual pressure condenses into an overwhelming, dense aura.
Moments later, DANTE pushes himself off the ground, standing taller and far more muscular than before. Opening his status window via Inspect, his jaw drops in disbelief—his level has tripled, rocketing to Level 240,000! His raw power now vastly outclasses even QUETZALCÓATL's divine form.
A confident smile spreads across DANTE's face. ELENA approaches him slowly, admiring his transformed physique with a deep blush.
ELENA: (Blushing furiously) It's incredible... you got even handsomer, hehe.
QUETZALCÓATL: Come now, Elena, this is hardly the time. You can devour him later; stop drooling!
ELENA turns as red as a ripe tomato at QUETZALCÓATL's blunt teasing, drawing laughter from the group—even the stoic ISAMU stifles a subtle chuckle. Recomposing themselves, the team prepares for the final ascent.
Minutes pass as our companions climb the final staircase, approaching the absolute summit of their descent into hell. Stepping onto the top floor, they behold a vast, cavernous arena bordered by flickering torches. At the center stands a terrifying throne crafted from bleached human bones. Seated upon it is the mastermind behind this nightmare—MICTLANTEKUTI— flanked by his faithful Jaguar General.
Pacing forward with calm, measured steps to conserve every drop of stamina for the battle ahead, the group speaks in hushed tones.
DANTE HERALDI: That's him, right, Quetzalcoatl?
QUETZALCÓATL: Yes... it is him without a shadow of a doubt. His monstrous, ghastly aura gives him away.
REX: (Nervous) That guy radiates a terrifying pressure...
MALEKIN: (Unwrapping his handkerchief) This is it... the moment of truth.
ELENA: (Anxious) I will support everyone from the rear!
DANTE HERALDI: Don't push yourself too hard. If things get too dangerous, fall back immediately.
ELENA: Understood, don't worry about me.
DANTE HERALDI: Good... It's time.
Halting just ten meters from the bone throne where MICTLANTEKUTI sits in eerie silence, the Jaguar General steps forward and speaks.
JAGUAR GENERAL: YOU! You have trespassed upon the sacred domain of the great Mictlantekuti and will suffer ultimate retribution! Allow me to introduce myself first, filthy beasts: I am Tlacpac, the supreme general among all Jaguar Warriors!
MICTLANTEKUTI: (Gravelous, sinister voice) You harbor no right to stand before me. State your business—what is it you seek?
DANTE HERALDI: (Irritated) Do I look like I came here to negotiate, you walking mummy?
TLACPAC: (Enraged) What did you just say, mortal?!
DANTE HERALDI: What, are you deaf? I thought felines were supposed to have sharp hearing.
Furious, TLACPAC lunges forward to strike DANTE, but right as his fist is about to connect, QUETZALCÓATL intercepts and halts the blow mid-air. Shocked by the effortless block, TLACPAC staggers back. DANTE casts "examine" on the general, discovering he sits at Level 100,000—matching QUETZALCÓATL's level. However, their raw statistics tell a different story: QUETZALCÓATL's buffed attributes far surpass his.
With a single backhand, QUETZALCÓATL swats the Jaguar General across the platform, sending him crashing right past MICTLANTEKUTI. Enraged by the disrespect, MICTLANTEKUTI rises from his bone throne as a terrifying black aura erupts around his body, shaking the foundation of the entire pyramid.
MICTLANTEKUTI: Wretched insects...
In a fraction of a second, DANTE vanishes from MICTLANTEKUTI's sight line, reappearing directly before the dead god to bury a heavy fist squarely into his face. The impact blasts MICTLANTEKUTI backward, obliterating his throne of bones and sending him crashing alongside TLACPAC. Scrambling back to his feet, panic grips the god's mind.
MICTLANTEKUTI: (In his mind) Impossbile... That mortal's speed is completely absurd! I lost track of him for an entire second... What on earth is happening?!
DANTE HERALDI: Hey, scoundrel! Don't tell me that's all you've got?
MICTLANTEKUTI rises, his dark aura overflowing in a torrential surge. Reaching down to touch TLACPAC's shoulder, he growls a single command: "Get up."
Enveloped in a surge of dark divine energy, the general begins to contort violently before standing up as if possessed, casting a mindless, murderous glare at the group. Moving at blinding speed, TLACPAC tackles QUETZALCÓATL, slamming her against the edge of the pyramid stone. MALEKIN and REX instantly sprint to her aid, while ELENA and ISAMU hold the line alongside DANTE.
MICTLANTEKUTI steps forward with slow, deliberate strides, sneering as he approaches DANTE.
MICTLANTEKUTI: I underestimated you, worthless mortal... I never envisioned that fiery bastard would grant you his aid. To think I fed him empty promises just to keep him compliant... Well, now I know better than to place faith in trash like him.
DANTE HERALDI: Trash...? (Rage boiling over) You bastard...
DANTE pauses as the voices of Mayantu and Inti echo in his mind, urging him to maintain composure and master his emotions rather than succumbing to blind fury. Taking a deep breath, DANTE relaxes his posture.
DANTE HERALDI: (Sighs) They were right... I won't let this rage consume me. Instead, I will master it and make it my own power!
ISAMU: Well said, Dante.
ELENA: (Blushing warmly) Dante...
MICTLANTEKUTI: Let us see if you truly possess the discipline to wield that strength!
Sprinting forward, MICTLANTEKUTI drives a full-force punch directly into DANTE's cheek, shattering the stone floor beneath their feet. A dense cloud of dust obscures the area. As the debris clears, DANTE stands completely unfazed, bearing only a faint mark on his face.
Spitting onto the ground, DANTE counters with a devastating strike. MICTLANTEKUTI crosses his arms to block, yet the raw kinetic force drives the god backward across the stone floor.
MICTLANTEKUTI: Hahaha! This is incredible—a mere mortal wielding this caliber of divine power! Something is wrong here... Who is backing you? Which god granted you this absurd strength?!
Exploiting the opening, ISAMU flashes beside MICTLANTEKUTI. Glancing over in shock, the god notices ISAMU's crimson eye glowing bright as a morning sun. Without a moment's hesitation, ISAMU unleashes his divine energy, launching a powerful crescent slash that sends MICTLANTEKUTI bouncing brutally across the stone ground.
ISAMU: Very well... Hephaestus, lend me your power once more!
A dark, blazing aura ignites around ISAMU. DANTE steps beside him, activating Dark Cloak, while ELENA casts support wards from the rear line to double their combat potency.
MICTLANTEKUTI scrambles to his feet, glaring at the empowered pair and noticing ELENA's support magic. Dashing forward, he unleashes a rapid volley of strikes against DANTE and ISAMU. ISAMU parries with his katana while DANTE exchanges heavy blows with his bare fists.
Creating separation during a split-second opening, MICTLANTEKUTI shouts: "Sealing Domain!"
Relying on his crimson eye, ISAMU senses the activation and shouts a warning—but it is too late. A massive skeletal hand erupts from the stone floor beneath ELENA, trapping her within its grip!
MICTLANTEKUTI: She is far too troublesome... I will keep her immobilized until I finish executing the rest of you.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, the rest of the party engages the Jaguar General in direct combat. Shaking off the initial tackle from TLACPAC, QUETZALCÓATL recovers her footing and trades violent blows with him hand-to-hand. REX and MALEKIN attempt to step in, but TLACPAC catches their movement while grappling QUETZALCÓATL's hands.
Shadowy jaguar warriors begin to manifest from the stone bedrock like tormented souls—an army of thirty specters surging forward. MALEKIN and REX halt their advance, turning to dismantle the shadowy horde. Though they obliterate the spirits at high speed, more specters continuously rise to replace them.
Meanwhile, QUETZALCÓATL fights on equal footing with TLACPAC, refusing to yield an inch. Executing fluid martial arts techniques, she ducks low, sweeping her legs in a graceful Capoeira rotation that takes TLACPAC off his feet. Seizing his arm mid-fall, she plants both boots against his chest and leans back, locking him into an armbar.
Exerting monstrous physical strength granted by the Dead God, TLACPAC forces himself up off the stone floor with QUETZALCÓATL still locked onto his limb. Attempting to slam her into the bedrock, QUETZALCÓATL releases her grip mid-air and leaps above him. As TLACPAC reaches up to grab her, QUETZALCÓATL snatches his wrist mid-descent, using her momentum to twist his arm backward and force him onto his back—wrapping his own bicep around his throat to choke him out.
Desperate for leverage, TLACPAC drives his free fist into the stone floor, fracturing the bedrock and throwing QUETZALCÓATL off balance enough to break her hold. Standing up in a rage, the general grimaces at his dislocated shoulder before popping it back into place.
QUETZALCÓATL rushes forward to keep the pressure on, but TLACPAC counters with a heavy right hook that floors her. Wiping blood from her lip, QUETZALCÓATL backs off, sensing his rising fury.
QUETZALCÓATL: (In her mind) I wanted to avoid this form because of the sheer divine strain, but I have no choice... I must end this quickly so I can assist Dante!
A cold sweat breaks out across TLACPAC's brow as he watches QUETZALCÓATL shift into her draconic hybrid form. In a fraction of a second, she lunges forward. TLACPAC raises his guard in panic, but her jaws snap shut—severing his right arm entirely at the shoulder. Materializing beside MALEKIN, she holds the severed limb in her mouth, having effortlessly shredded several jaguar warriors in her path.
Spitting the arm aside, she channels her divine energy and releases a roaring energy beam directly at TLACPAC, obliterating dozens of specters along its trajectory. The beam slams squarely into TLACPAC, blasting him into the stone balustrade where he lies battered and bleeding out.
Without breaking stride, QUETZALCÓATL orders MALEKIN to mop up the remaining specters while she sprints to assist DANTE.
Looming over the battlefield, she charges toward DANTE and MICTLANTEKUTI. Observing the draconic hybrid rushing at him, MICTLANTEKUTI laughs, stomping his foot into the ground to raise a massive, thick stone wall. QUETZALCÓATL crashes headfirst into the barrier, taking heavy impact damage. Shaking off the blow, she glares with pure malice at the Dead God, who sneers back.
MICTLANTEKUTI: Hahaha! Look at that—the strongest among you have gathered! Excellent... I suppose it is time we fight in earnest. Just you and me, Dante... hehe. As for the rest of you, I certainly hope you survive what comes next! Hahahahaha!
Reaching into his robes, MICTLANTEKUTI produces a futuristic, multi-colored keycard. Crushing it in his fist, he roars: "I hope you can breathe in deep space, garbage!"
A blinding flash of light engulfs the arena. As the illumination fades, both DANTE and MICTLANTEKUTI have vanished entirely, leaving a heavy, pitch-black spiritual pressure lingering over the pyramid.
Reacting instantly, QUETZALCÓATL shatters the bone hand binding ELENA, calling MALEKIN and REX back to form a defensive perimeter. As the group rallies together, thousands of skeletal warriors clad in polished armor emerge from the stone floor, accompanied by resurrected jaguar warriors and fallen foes—most notably Tezcatlipoca.
QUETZALCÓATL gazes in horror at the assembled undead host. A familiar, raspy laugh echoes across the summit—it is the wounded General TLACPAC, flanked by the phantom specters of the three ancient generals: Painalli, Chikauak, and Tiacauh.
The ultimate war for survival begins now.
Meanwhile, in another corner of this vast multiverse—upon a desolate, alien planet—two solitary figures materialize: MICTLANTEKUTI and DANTE, who remains enveloped in the protective embrace of his Dark Cloak.
MICTLANTEKUTI: Wahahahahahaha! If not for that shadows of yours, you would have suffocated in an instant! Let us see how much longer you can endure. Here, we can unleash everything without restraint—in this domain of the cosmos, there are no limits! This is the final battle, mortal! I only hope you can make it back before your friends are torn to pieces! Hahahahaha!
The final showdown has reached its absolute climax! Can DANTE survive this cosmic duel alone? Will QUETZALCÓATL and the rest of the team hold the line against the resurrected army? Or will another tragedy demand the ultimate sacrifice? Everything shall be revealed very soon!