As the flames died down, the group let out a collective sigh of relief, thinking that they had finally overcome the latest obstacle. But their celebration was short-lived.
A figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity. It was Levi, the man they had been searching for all along. But something was horribly wrong.
Levi's eyes were black as coal, and his movements were jerky and unpredictable. He was covered in scratches and bruises, and his clothes were torn and tattered. He looked like a wild animal, driven solely by instinct and rage.
The group froze in shock as Levi charged towards them, his fists flying. "Get away!" he growled, his voice barely recognizable.
"Levi, it's us!" Sylvia cried out, trying to reach him. "We're here to help you!"
But Levi didn't respond. He fought against his friends with a ferocity that was both heartbreaking and terrifying. The group was forced to defend themselves against their former ally, unsure of what they need to do to bring him back.
Levi's rage seemed to know no bounds, his corrupted arm flailing wildly as he attacked the group. The group was forced to dodge and weave, trying to avoid his blows as they desperately tried to find a way to calm him down.
Cain tried to use his flames to subdue Levi, but Levi's corrupted arm seemed to absorb the heat, making him even more aggressive. Sylvia's sword strikes were met with a fierce counterattack, sending her stumbling backward.
David and Glenn tried to grapple with Levi, but he was too strong, too fast. He tossed them aside like ragdolls, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity.
Echo tried to reach out to Levi with her psychic powers, but his mind was a maelstrom of rage and pain, impossible to penetrate.
The group was cornered, forced to defend themselves against Levi's relentless assault. They knew they had to find a way to stop him, but every move they made seemed to make him stronger, more aggressive.
As the fight raged on, the group began to tire, their movements slowing as Levi's rage seemed to grow. It was like fighting a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting.
Just when it seemed like all was lost, the group knew they had to think of something, or risk losing the friend they were trying to save.