The City Burned
Explosions echoed in the distance.
Shattered buildings and scorched streets marked the aftermath of chaos. In the midst of it all, a streak of yellow lightning tore through the battlefield—Superbolt had arrived.
He skidded to a halt, eyes scanning the destruction. Smoke curled around his boots as he tapped his earpiece.
"Larry, you sure no civilians are left?"
Hi-Tech's voice crackled back through the comms, calm and precise.
"Scans are clean. Everyone's been evacuated."
Superbolt exhaled, cracking his neck.
"Perfect."
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
To any observer, what followed was a blur. Superbolt darted through the wreckage, speed-blitzing every medium-sized golem in sight. One after another, they crumbled into stone shards. Some began to reform—but he didn't stop.
He had a new target.
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Elsewhere in the City
The clash of metal rang out. Mega Panther growled, his claws sparking against a spinning golden staff. Wukong, arrogant and agile, met each strike with a smug grin.
"You're fast," Wukong taunted. "But I'm faster."
Mega Panther snarled, panting.
"We'll see."
Before the next strike landed, a yellow blur cut between them.
Superbolt landed with a grin.
"You look like you could use backup."
Mega Panther smirked.
"Let's put this monkey down."
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Across the Battlefield — Another Storm Brewed
Flames licked the air as Dark Flame stepped forward, his glowing blue fire reflecting in the cracked pavement.
Across from him stood Skull, his hands already sparking with raw explosive energy.
"Flames?" Skull sneered. "I blow things up for breakfast."
Dark Flame's voice was calm. Regal.
"Courtesy demands you bow before a king."
Skull raised a brow, amused.
"Who's the king?"
"I am," Dark Flame answered. "And you? You're just a peasant."
Skull laughed.
"Alright, Your Majesty... ever seen a king fall before a peasant?"
Before an answer could come, Skull slammed his hands into the ground—
BOOM!
The ground beneath Dark Flame erupted in a violent explosion. But he was already airborne, flipping through the air, his brown-gold staff hovering beside him.
He extended his hand.
A tidal wave of blue fire surged forth.
Skull barely leapt away, grinning like a madman.
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Meanwhile — In the Sky
Blaze soared like a meteor, his blade World Cutter trailing flames across the heavens. His eyes burned with fury.
Hovering across from him was Drain, calm and cold, his violet energy blade pulsing with silent threat.
Blaze struck first.
A flaming arc ripped through the sky, cleaving the air.
Drain blocked—but the force sent him skidding backward through the clouds.
A distant explosion rumbled.
Blaze didn't even glance.
"Sounds like Rudy's having fun."
He refocused on Drain.
"You like energy, right? Let's see how much fire you can take."
Drain's expression tightened.
"You're reckless. That will be your downfall."
Blaze grinned.
"Let's find out."
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Back with Dark Flame…
Skull's fists glowed brighter. Every punch detonated the world around him.
Cars exploded. Streetlamps shattered. Anything he touched combusted.
But Dark Flame danced through it—dodging, twisting, flipping midair. His staff blocked incoming fire. His blue flames painted the air in streaks of death.
He raised his hand.
A concentrated orb of blue fire formed above his palm.
He hurled it.
BOOM!
The blast cratered the earth. Skull was forced to retreat.
Dark Flame's eyes narrowed.
"You're strong. But too volatile."
He began shaping the battlefield—blue fire traps igniting around Skull's position. A circle of burning zones slowly closed in, cutting off escape routes.
Skull looked around.
And realized—he was being boxed in.
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The battle raged on.
Heroes clashed with chaos.
Fire danced with explosions.
Lightning tore through shadows.
And the war... was far from over.