We arrived at the edge of the city just as the sun began to rise, casting long shadows over silent streets.
"We should hide here," Jack said, scanning the buildings.
"No," I replied firmly. "A fight here could harm innocent people. We can't let this city become a battlefield."
"We don't have a choice," Jack said grimly. "We'll wait here… until they come."
Battle: Oliver vs. Mutin
Steel clashed in the distance—loud, relentless. Oliver and Mutin were locked in a brutal duel.
Oliver slashed with furious strength, but Mutin parried each strike with effortless skill. Her twin blades spun like a whirlwind, precise and merciless.
Suddenly, she leapt back and grinned.
"Enough warm-up," she said. "Now see my ultimate form."
Her body began to change—layers of dark silver metal spreading across her skin like armor. In seconds, she stood fully covered, a living weapon gleaming under the light.
"My body is now pure metal," she declared. "Let's see how you plan to break this."
Oliver struck again and again, but every slash bounced off her metallic skin. She retaliated with a flurry of strikes, each one heavier than the last.
"There's no one waiting for me anymore…" Oliver thought. "When I left my planet, my mother had already passed away. I had no reason to live… until Master Jack gave me one."
Mutin's blades spun. Her relentless assault rained down.
"It's not about how long you live… or how much you suffer," Oliver whispered in his heart. "What matters is how you die."
He stepped back and took a deep breath, gaze steady.
"I've avoided using this," he said aloud. "Because once I do… it's a life-or-death gamble. But now, I have something to die for."
Mutin grinned. "Then show me. Let's see your final card."
Oliver closed his eyes and muttered a spell under his breath.
A blood-red aura erupted around him—wild, sharp, consuming.
When he opened his eyes, they glowed crimson. Dark red lines coursed across his body like molten lava, tracing the path of power in his veins.
"…Let's end this."
In a blink, Oliver vanished.
One clean strike.
No sound—just wind.
Mutin froze. Her blades dropped.
A deep red line ran down the center of her armor.
Then, her body split in two and collapsed.
Silence followed.
Oliver stood still, his chest rising and falling as the red aura flickered around him like fire.
He had won.
But his power… was barely under control.
He looked to the sky.
"I'm not done yet."
And he jumps and it big jump
Battle: Kan vs. Yan
The battlefield trembled.
Kan faced Yan—the younger brother of Kol.
Last time… I lost to Kol. And now his brother is even stronger… Kan thought.
Yan cracked his knuckles, his eyes burning with fury.
"You defeated my brother once… but I'll make sure you die here," Yan snarled.
He rushed forward, launching a barrage of powerful strikes.
But Kan stood still, unmoved.
"He has brute strength," Kan muttered to himself, "but no intelligence."
Dodging calmly, Kan's fingers subtly moved in the air.
"I spent all night finalizing my strategy. This will be easy."
Yan roared, charging up his ultimate energy attack. "For Kol!"
But just before the attack landed—Yan's body froze.
"What…?!" he gasped.
Dozens of invisible threads coiled around his limbs and chest, too fine to see, too sharp to resist.
"These are my magic threads," Kan said with a slight smile. "They follow my will. And they cut through anything."
Yan struggled, but the threads tightened.
"I spent one whole month crafting them."
Kan raised his hand.
"Goodbye."
With a flick of his fingers, the threads glowed—and in the next second, they sliced Yan's body into clean, silent fragments.
The wind carried away the dust and blood.
It was over.
…Or so Kan thought.
A horrifying scream echoed through the valley.
Kan turned sharply—and saw a terrifying red aura approaching fast.
He leapt behind a stone wall, peeking out.
It was Oliver—now in his ultimate form.
His eyes glowed red. His breath shook the ground.
Oliver looked left, then right, like a beast searching for prey.
"He's completely out of control…" Kan whispered. "His aura is too much."
And then Oliver took off—charging straight ahead.
Kan's heart sank.
"…Aelira is in danger."
Without hesitation, Kan ran after him.
"I must protect her… no matter what."
Battle: Aelira vs. Kolen
Aelira stood firm, sword drawn, her eyes locked on Kolen.
Across from her, Kolen mirrored her stance—until suddenly, he dropped his swords with a loud clang.
She blinked in confusion.
"…What are you doing?"
"I don't want to fight you," Kolen said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand regrets.
"I was once an assassin… on my planet," he continued, eyes downcast. "I worked for a corporation. I killed without question. And when they sent me to Earth… I followed orders."
His hands trembled.
"I killed 12,000 innocent people during that mission… even though we were told not to harm a single one."
He looked up at the sky.
"Oliver… he never killed anyone. I used to call him weak for that."
Aelira's grip on her sword tightened.
Kolen smiled faintly, a broken kind of smile.
"But now… when I face death… I see their faces. The ones I killed. Over and over again."
He closed his eyes.
"Oliver once told me: 'It doesn't matter how you live. What matters is how you die.'"
He stepped forward, exposing his chest.
"I have no reason left to live. Kill me, Aelira. Free me from this guilt."
Aelira raised her blade slowly, hesitating.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar shattered the air.
Kolen's eyes shot to the left.
A red aura—raging, wild, and monstrous—approached at lightning speed.
"…It's Oliver," Kolen muttered. "His ultimate form…"
He turned to Aelira.
"You have to hide. I'll handle this."
Aelira nodded and disappeared behind cover as Oliver landed violently on the ground, dust and debris exploding outward.
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
His eyes glowed red with fury.
He looked up—and saw a face that mirrored Joe.
"…A clone?" he growled.
"You're stronger, Joe?" Oliver growled, his voice sharp with rage. "Then prove it—now."
Without waiting, he lunged forward with monstrous speed.
But Kolen wasn't idle. He dashed away, drawing Oliver away from the others.
In a flash, Kolen unsheathed all four swords strapped to his back. He struck with blinding speed—slashing, spinning, attacking from every angle. But it wasn't enough.
Oliver, now consumed by his Ultimate Form, was far beyond what Kolen had prepared for.
Each of Kolen's blows was blocked, deflected, or absorbed. Oliver moved like a wild beast—his eyes glowing red, veins pulsing with energy.
Not far away, Kan appeared beside Aelira.
"Kolen won't survive like this," Kan said, breathless. "But… I have one spell. A control magic. If I can just get close to Oliver—I might be able to stop him."
Aelira nodded firmly. "Then let's move."
Back in the battlefield, the clash reached its peak.
Kolen put everything into one final attack—a powerful strike aiming directly at Oliver's core.
But Oliver was faster.
With terrifying strength, Oliver's sword plunged straight into Kolen's chest.
Kolen gasped—eyes wide—and blood spilled from his mouth.
He looked at Oliver one last time… and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
And he moves
Battle: Jack and Me vs. Jaem
Jack and I were hiding inside a quiet room on the city's edge, our breaths low and senses sharp.
"She'll be here any time now," Jack muttered, eyes locked on the door.
But before the chef arrived… Jaem did.
From atop a high tower, Jaem stood wreathed in swirling flames—a burning god of destruction.
He looked down at the city with empty eyes. Without warning, he hurled a devastating fire blast into the streets.
People screamed.
Phones dropped.
Cameras caught the chaos, but no one escaped.
Citizens turned to ash in seconds.
I watched, frozen, as bodies vanished in fire. My fists clenched. My heart boiled.
"I'm going," I said, standing up.
"Where are you going?!" Jack snapped, grabbing my arm.
"To protect the people," I said without hesitation.
"No—you can't! One wrong move and you're dead! You need to stay alive!" Jack shouted.
I turned to him, eyes burning.
"You don't understand, Jack. If I can't sacrifice myself to protect them… then what's the point of living?"
I rushed out.
Jack cursed—and followed.
"Wait! I'm coming too," he yelled.
I climbed to the rooftop. Jack floated in the air beside me.
Jaem noticed.
He charged, flames bursting from his feet, and aimed a burning punch right at me.
But Jack was faster.
With a burst of wind, he intercepted the blow—landing a counter punch that sent Jaem flying through two buildings.
"He's strong," Jack said, cracking his knuckles. "But not stronger than me."
Jaem rose from the rubble. His voice echoed through the smoke.
"Now… witness my Ultimate Power!"
A storm of fire exploded around him.
I stepped back. "What is this?!"
"Ultimate power," Jack explained quickly, "pushes your strength past the limit. But it drains your life. The more intense the battle, the faster you burn out."
"And he's got more energy than anyone," Jack added, his voice tightening.
The real fight was about to begin.
In full power, Jaem charged straight toward Jack, flames roaring around him like a meteor falling from the sky.
But Jack didn't flinch. He calmly stepped aside, spun behind Jaem, and delivered a crushing kick to his back—sending him flying across the city block.
Just then, a strange hum echoed from above.
We all looked up.
In the sky hovered a massive spaceship, casting a dark shadow over the city.
TV drones recorded the moment, broadcasting the terrifying sight across every news channel.
But as they tried to get closer, shockwaves from the battlefield shattered their equipment.
Cameras fell, signals cut out, and the drones crashed one after another.
"They've arrived… We need to leave now," Jack said urgently.
But it was too late.
Jaem roared and ran at Jack again, this time faster—more unstable—completely consumed by his ultimate power.
Jack stood tall, waiting.
"Just one more minute…" he whispered.
"I've already won this game."
Jack raised his right hand toward Jaem.
A bright blue energy gathered at his palm, swirling like a compressed star.
With a calm breath, he unleashed it.
The blast shot forward—pure, silent, absolute.
The second it touched Jaem…
his body crumbled into glowing dust.
Not even ash remained.