Axel's shadowy aura thickened, swirling around him like a dark storm, suffused with a bloodlust so intense that even the air seed to shudder. His expression remained hardened, defiant, and resolute. "Do you think I'd leave my sister without protection?" His voice was cold, each word slicing through the tension.
Haze's eyes widened. "Protection?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a hiss. Her shock quickly turned to a derisive laugh. "What? A single soldier? A guard? Do you think that would stop even one of my clones?" She scoffed, reassured by her own perceived dominance.
Axel's smirk was razor-sharp, lethal. "No. I left her with an army."
A wave of shock rippled through the room. Haze's amusent was replaced with disbelief, and the spectators froze, breath caught in their throats. *An entire army?* Josh, who had been watching with a mixture of confusion and fascination, felt a prickle of dread. But the answer to his silent question soon ca in the form of three towering figures erging from Axel's shadow, summoned by his power.
The first was Mane, the monstrous Kaiju King, his towering fra exuding a primal ferocity. His hulking, scaled form pulsed with energy, sharp teeth bared as if in anticipation of the coming fight.
The second figure was Tank, a Fatek boss, whose massive build was armored in bone and steel. His piercing gaze held an intense focus, and a massive sword hung ready in his grip.
The last was the tal Jaw Titan, a behemoth of both muscle and tal, whose jaws glead nacingly with razor-sharp teeth that looked capable of ripping through steel.
The silence in the room shattered as Axel spoke again, voice as calm as a predator's heartbeat. "Now… let's begin."
In a flash, Axel and his summoned generals launched forward with a speed that defied comprehension, their forms blurring into shadows and movent. Mane reached Haze first, his colossal fist swinging forward in a crushing blow. She barely had ti to react before the punch connected with the bridge of her nose, the impact creating a sickening crunch that echoed through the chamber. Haze's body was flung through a reinforced wall like a bullet, leaving a jagged hole in her wake.
Axel paused at the edge of the newly-ford gap, his gaze coldly appraising the shattered wall. It was too narrow for his liking. Casually, he placed a hand on its edge, and in an instant, the entire wall disintegrated into a fine dust, the stone crumbling as if touched by decay itself.
[**Deceased Touch activated**]
A smirk touched Axel's lips as he stepped through the cloud of dust, his eyes finding Haze's disoriented figure on the far side of the room. She coughed, dazed, blood trickling from her nose. But when she raised her head, her expression held not fear, but an unsettling determination. Her bones cracked and twisted, her skin darkening as sharp, tallic tendrils burst from her back like grotesque wings. Her entire form shimred, taking on a demonic aspect, her skin as black and reflective as polished onyx.
"Four against one?" she sneered, her voice layered with bitter amusent. "Really, Axel? You think so summons can stop ? What, does the SS-rank title make you cocky?"
"Break every bone in her body," Axel ordered, his tone as chilling as death. He added, voice low, "I'll kill her when you're done."
In a coordinated burst, the three generals surged forward. Their hulking fras cast shadows across the room, and each step seed to vibrate the ground itself. Troy, watching the terrifying spectacle, blinked in shock. "He… he can use necromancy now? His own army?" he whispered in disbelief. "Is he… is he a god?"
Beside him, Loki could barely keep his gaze on the chaotic scene. "He's not like us, Troy. He's evolved beyond anything we could imagine. Axel is in a league of his own now," he muttered, voice tinged with awe.
Loki turned to Thor, a sharp urgency in his tone. "We need to get this battle off this planet. Thor, alert Midgard—they have to know the scale of what's happening here."
"Are you insane?" Thor shot back, hesitation flickering across his face. "If Midgard intervenes, this could turn into a galactic incident."
"Trust , Thor. If we don't, this battle could devastate everything in its wake." Reluctantly, Thor nodded, racing from the room with a grim determination.
Back on the battlefield, Haze staggered as the shadow generals advanced, their hulking figures closing in. She twisted just in ti to see Titan's fist swinging down in a devastating arc. With lightning reflexes, her tentacles coiled through the air, wrapping around his massive fist to halt the blow barely inches from her skull.
But she barely had a mont to breathe as Tank charged her from the side, his colossal sword aid directly at her abdon. She let out a hiss of pain as the blade sliced through her side, her dark blood spilling onto the floor. Clenching her jaw, she grabbed Tank's wrist, twisting with enough force to hear the bones crack under her grip.
Just as she spun around, her gaze fell upon Mane, his maw already open and glowing with a searing blue energy. She was trapped. The only choice was to tilt her head just enough to avoid the full brunt of the attack, but even that didn't spare her entirely. The beam struck her cheek, scorching the entire side of her face.
A scream tore from her lips, raw and guttural. Pain radiated from the wound, half of her face a burned and blackened ruin. Her breath ca in ragged gasps, each one laden with fury.
A low, mocking chuckle slipped from Axel's lips. "You're already in pieces," he sneered, a cold dagger materializing in his grip. "And I haven't even started with you."
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