Chapter 45 – The Fusion of Darkness
The sanctuary shook as if the heavens themselves had bent under the pressure of the battle. Moro's body glowed with the shimmering blue fire of Ultra Fusion, each breath he took sending ripples of raw energy cracking through the air. He stood alone against the Celtic Highs, five towering beings of pure mystic darkness whose very presence distorted reality.
Every clash rattled the earth. Every swing of Moro's fists ripped holes in the sanctuary walls. The air bent, the stones cracked, and yet… the Highs did not fall. They advanced together, flawless in their synchronization, their auras merging into an abyss of despair.
Moro spat blood, forcing himself upright. His glowing form flickered—Ultra Fusion demanded everything from his spirit, and the combined darkness of the Highs was overwhelming.
Then—
A thundering voice shook the battlefield.
"I WON'T LET YOU FALL, MORO!"
From the rubble, Hanks stepped forward, his kingly aura exploding like a storm breaking chains. His body was bruised, blood running down his arm, but his eyes burned with newfound defiance. He clenched his colossal blade, veins glowing with the pulsing power of his Colossum Form.
"Don't tell me to stand back," Hanks growled, aura flaring like molten gold. "I'm not a pawn of the Highs anymore. I'm their enemy. And if they want to destroy my people—they'll have to destroy their KING first!"
Moro smirked, even through the pain. "That's what I wanted to hear…"
The two kings—one of rebellion, one of colossum might—stood shoulder to shoulder as the Highs pressed forward.
But far behind them, Xerx stood, chanting with trembling hands, pouring light magic into the battlefield. He focused on Moro, secretly weaving threads of radiant energy into the blue flames of Ultra Fusion, strengthening him against the encroaching abyss. His breath was shallow, sweat poured down his face, but still, he whispered:
"Hold them back, Moro… I'll keep the light burning for you…"
The Highs suddenly stopped. They tilted their heads, as if in unison, their voices overlapping in a horrifying echo.
"We sense… light."
Their gaze snapped toward Xerx.
Before Moro could react, before Hanks could move, before anyone could intervene—
A spear of purified dark energy shot from the Highs like a cannon of shadows. It pierced straight through Xerx's chest.
"XERX!!!" Moro roared, his voice shattering the sanctuary walls.
The boy fell to his knees, coughing blood, light leaking from his chest like broken glass. He still forced a smile, forcing his spell to remain. "Don't… stop… Moro. Not yet… you carry… all of us now…" His body wavered, but the threads of light did not snap. Even bleeding, barely alive, Xerx kept pouring energy into Moro.
The rebellion screamed in horror, but before despair could swallow them, a wave of blue-white water tore across the battlefield.
"Aqua Spirit: OCEAN'S EMBRACE!"
Kaya stood tall, her body glowing with ethereal water marks, her hair flowing like liquid silk. She had released her Water Spirit Form, a power few had ever seen. The sanctuary flooded with her power, crashing waves obliterating half the dark army the Highs had summoned. Soldiers of shadow were torn apart in the tides, their screams swallowed by the endless surge.
"Not all hope is lost!" Kaya shouted, her voice echoing with spirit power. "As long as we breathe, the rebellion fights!"
The rebels, inspired, rallied once more. With Herbet guiding the frontline, the floodwaters turned into a battlefield of surging courage. But even Kaya's miracle had limits—the dark guards reformed again and again, tethered to the Highs' cursed essence.
The Celtic Highs raised their arms slowly, in unison. Their power trembled through the sanctuary like a heartbeat of doom. Their voices became one, layered in terrifying harmony.
"If one cannot defeat you… if five cannot end you… then we shall become ONE."
Their bodies cracked with shadow, spilling veins of black fire into the air. Their forms twisted, merged, and collapsed inward into a singular abomination. The very air screamed as the five Celtic Highs fused together.
The light dimmed. The sanctuary shook. And then… it appeared.
A single being—towering, monstrous, with a body forged of shifting shadows and a face masked by five overlapping visages. Its aura drowned the battlefield, pressing every rebel to their knees. The pressure was unbearable—like gravity multiplied by a thousand.
"We are… the Absolute High."
Even Moro and Hanks staggered, their knees trembling under the colossal weight of that fused aura. Moro's blue flames flickered. Hanks gritted his teeth, veins bulging.
Behind them, Xerx's body slumped, his chest a pool of blood. His hand reached out weakly, his voice a dying whisper.
"Moro… Hanks… don't… stop…"
Moro clenched his fists, glaring at the abomination, his aura erupting into defiance. "Xerx… Kaya… every single rebel here… none of you will fall in vain."
Hanks raised his colossal blade, his colossum energy spiraling into a vortex of gold. "Then let's end this nightmare. Together."
The battlefield was set.
Moro, burning blue.
Hanks, blazing gold.
The Absolute High, the fusion of all darkness.
The sanctuary had become the stage for a war that would decide not just rebellion—but existence itself.
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