The ratman roared and charged forward.
Each step cracked the ground beneath his clawed feet.
His rusted chains dragged behind him, screeching.
Blazren tightened his fists. His body tensed.
The mont the ratman got close, Blazren moved. His fist lit up with [Fla Punch].
The heat pulsed outward as he slamd it toward the ratman’s chest.
The blow landed, but the ratman didn’t even flinch.
Instead, his claws slashed forward, and Blazren barely stepped back in ti.
The claws grazed his arm. Sparks flew.
"Tch," Blazren grunted. "Fast for a beast that size."
The ratman grinned, his tal teeth flashing.
"I’ve had enough ti to adapt."
Blazren activated [Ember Boost] and rushed back in.
He launched two quick punches and followed with a spinning kick.
The ratman dodged the first and took the second to the side, but his armor absorbed most of it.
"You’re slower than I expected."
Blazren narrowed his eyes.
"Let’s change that."
Heat surged around him as he activated [Fla Body].
His entire fra lit with fire. Waves of heat distorted the air.
The ratman hissed and backed off for a second.
"You think fire will stop ?"
"Let’s test it."
Blazren dashed in.
His punches scorched, and the heat began to eat into the ratman’s rust armor.
But then the ratman slamd his claws down, knocking Blazren back.
A rusted tail whipped through the air.
Blazren tried to dodge, but it caught him across the shoulder.
"Agh!"
He stumbled. Sparks and ash flew.
The ratman didn’t stop.
His chain tail lashed again, using [Decay Chain Whip], wrapping around Blazren’s leg and yanking hard.
Blazren hit the ground. His armor cracked.
The ratman laughed.
"What’s wrong? Weren’t you just burning with pride?"
Blazren gritted his teeth. His body stead from the heat.
He released another burst of energy using [Infernal Drive].
Flas circled him like a storm.
He pushed himself up, face grim.
"I’m not done."
He lunged again, this ti using [Blazing Core Focus].
Fire gathered in his arms, and he slashed out, releasing searing fire arcs.
The ratman blocked one with his claws, but another cut across his side.
"Hah! That’s more like it!"
But Blazren’s breath was starting to get heavy.
He backed up two steps, feeling the sting from his wounds.
The ratman noticed.
"You’re getting tired."
"I’ve still got more left."
"You better. Because I’m just getting started."
The ratman’s claws dug into the ground. He charged again, laughing.
Blazren stood his ground, fire flickering, blood trailing down his arm.
He muttered under his breath, "Damn... he’s stronger than expected."
His flas surged again, but his body was slower now.
The heat helped him move, but the rust was starting to bite into his suit.
His muscles burned—not from power, but from exhaustion.
The ratman towered in front of him now, smiling.
"Any last words, old man?"
Blazren’s jaw tightened.
"Yeah."
He stepped forward with fla coating both arms.
"I’m still standing."
They clashed again. Fire t rust. Claws t fists.
Neither was willing to fall just yet.
---
Zain walked through the town streets, hands in his pockets.
People passed by, busy with their day, unaware of what was coming.
He looked around without any real purpose.
Then, a staff mber from the Hero Association ran toward him, out of breath.
Zain raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
The staff stood up straight.
"A new villain has appeared. He’s causing chaos in BB-2."
Zain tilted his head.
"So what does that have to do with ?"
The staff looked nervous.
"He’s asking for you."
Zain paused. He stared at the man for a mont.
"For ? You sure?"
"Yes. He kept shouting your na—Heavenly Demon."
Zain frowned.
"Who is it? What’s his na?"
"We don’t know."
Zain crossed his arms.
"You don’t know? Then what does he look like? Tell his traits."
The staff pulled out a tablet and handed it over.
"We caught an image from a nearby cara."
Zain took the tablet and looked at the screen.
His eyes narrowed.
"...Scavratt?"
He stared at the image longer.
A tall figure with rusted armor, claws, and a rat shift ability.
Chains wrapped around his limbs. His presence radiated decay.
Zain let out a slow breath.
"I rember now."
He clenched the tablet tighter.
"That gang from C-Zone. The one that kidnapped my sister."
He handed the tablet back.
"He was their leader."
The staff looked confused.
"You knew him?"
"I destroyed his gang. Burned their base to ash."
Zain’s voice turned cold.
"I was going to kill him too, but so unknown wolfman dragged him away."
He looked to the side, rembering.
"To think that bastard would show his face here again."
He turned toward the staff mber.
"Where is he now?"
"BB-2 entertainnt district."
Zain gave a short smirk.
"I see."
He cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck.
"Then I’ll go first."
The staff nodded.
"Should we send backup?"
Zain was already walking away.
"No need."
He raised a hand without looking back.
"This is personal."
He moved faster, weaving through the crowds.
Each step louder, heavier.
His expression didn’t change. His pace didn’t slow.
As he left the main street, he muttered under his breath.
"Ti to fix my mistake."
His fingers twitched.
"This ti... no one’s going to save you, Scavratt."
He clenched his fist.
"And that damn wolfman..."
He looked ahead, eyes focused like a blade.
"If he shows up again... if he dares to pull you out like before..."
Zain’s voice dropped to a low mutter.
"I’ll make sure he dies too."
He stopped for a second, looking at the road in front of him.
Crowds moved around him, unaware of the storm coming.
"No more letting things go."
He started walking again, faster now.
"No more rcy. No more chances."
Zain’s eyes sharpened.
"This ti, I erase it all. You, your savior, and everything tied to that day."
He didn’t look back. There was no point.
His past mistake was standing in his way again.
This ti, he wouldn’t leave anything behind.
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