The battlefield trembled under the weight of chaos.
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Scene 1: Blaze vs Drain — Final Clash
Violet energy spiraled violently as Drain unleashed his deepest core ability—his aura becoming a vortex of corruption, siphoning the flames from every direction.
Blaze staggered, his fire dimming.
"You burn bright," Drain sneered, eyes wild. "But I thrive in the ashes of your fury."
Blaze grit his teeth, his flames pulsing back to life. "Then I will burn you until nothing remains."
Summoning a blazing inferno, Blaze ignited World Cutter—his blade swirling with fire.
He launched into a high-speed spiral attack: Cinder Spiral Slash.
The flames danced violently, cutting through the vortex like a storm of vengeance.
CRACK!
The blade slashed across Drain's chest—armor shattered, fragments flying.
But Drain smiled. Contact had been made.
With a grunt, he stabbed forward—his thin blade driving into Blaze's shoulder. Energy drained from him instantly.
Both fighters staggered back—scorched, panting, drenched in sweat and pain.
"One strike," Blaze whispered, eyes gleaming. "That's all I need."
Drain's gaze narrowed. "Try it. Let's end this."
Blaze shot into the sky—flames swirling around him in a fiery tornado.
World Cutter glowed furiously in his grip.
On the ground, Drain planted his feet—channeling every stolen spark into his sword, now glowing with violent violet energy.
Both fighters lunged.
BOOOOOM!!
Red and violet exploded in a blinding storm. The sky split. The ground cracked.
All vanished into light.
Silence.
The dust began to settle.
From the rubble, Blaze rose—burned but unbroken.
Drain lay motionless—armor shattered, energy spent.
Blaze pointed his sword at him, smiling faintly. "Thanks for the duel. You were... a worthy opponent."
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Scene 2: Superbolt & Mega Panther vs Wukong
Thunder cracked as the battle shifted.
A golden blur darted through ruined streets—Superbolt landing beside the feral form of Mega Panther.
Ahead stood Wukong—his face twisted in fury at what Sage had done to his brother.
"After I'm done with you two—cat and spark plug—I'm going to kill Sage."
"You think you can defeat both of us?" Superbolt asked, static crackling through his veins.
"Yes. I will." Wukong spat.
"You'll regret underestimating us," Superbolt said.
Mega Panther's claws gleamed. "I'm not here to entertain."
In a flash, Superbolt vanished—lightning-fast, colliding with Wukong's jaw.
Panther followed from above—slamming Wukong into the dirt.
Wukong sprang up, smirking. "Not bad... for a warm-up."
Three glowing clones emerged from his body, surrounding them.
"Cheap tricks," Panther muttered.
Superbolt blasted through one—vanished.
Panther countered the second—smoke.
The third faded on contact.
The real Wukong struck from above—staff glowing red.
Superbolt intercepted mid-air—launching Wukong backward.
"You're fast," Wukong growled. "But speed won't save you forever."
"I don't need forever," Superbolt replied. "Just ten more seconds."
Panther shimmered—Beast Mode engaged. Claws twitched with wild force.
From both sides, they charged—Superbolt in front, Panther from behind.
CRACK!
Fist to gut. Claw to chest.
Wukong fell to a knee, blood dripping.
"You're losing your balance," Mega Panther said coldly.
"And you're getting slower," added Superbolt.
Enraged, Wukong drove his staff into the ground—summoning pillars of energy.
Superbolt dashed through them—a dropkick shattering the terrain beneath Wukong's feet.
Wukong stood barely—breath ragged. "You're... better than I expected."
"You haven't seen our finisher," Panther said.
The air surged with electricity.
Superbolt blurred into a supersonic circle—forming a lightning vortex trapping Wukong.
Panther leapt into the eye of the storm.
"Thunder Fang Assault!"
Panther dove—claws charged by the storm.
BOOM!!
A shockwave thundered across the ruins.
Silence returned.
Wukong groaned on the ground—staff buried beneath rubble.
"You got me... fast feet and wild claws... what a combo..."
Mega Panther turned away, growling. "Don't forget that."
Superbolt gave him a swift chop to the neck—Wukong slumped unconscious.
"We're not done saving the city yet. Rest here, Monkey King."
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Scene 3: Final Convergence — Sultan Awaits
The scene shifted.
Vilex and Frost stood across from the smug tyrant Sultan, who stood amidst the broken bodies of his fallen allies—his golden robes fluttering in the tainted wind.
"All your forces are down," Vilex said. "You're the only one left. Pretty sure you can't handle nine versus one."
Sultan chuckled coldly—his voice echoing unnaturally in the shattered air.
"You know nothing of gods," he whispered. "We do not fall. We consume."
A strange black mist curled at his feet—hungry, restless.
Then—a call buzzed in. Vilex answered.
Layla's voice rang through, resolute.
"This is it—the final showdown. Take him down—dead or alive. The world is watching. Other cities, other heroes... I'm counting on you, Timothy. I know you'll prevail."
Vilex's gaze hardened. "Don't worry, Commander. We will win."
One by one, the heroes arrived.
Blaze, charred but smiling. "Hope we're not late, Cap."
Cameras across the city turned in.
Screens lit up across nations. Cities paused.
The world was watching.
The wind howled.
The team assembled.
The god stood alone—dark power pulsing at his core, the earth trembling beneath him.
And in Sultan's shadow... something ancient stirred, eager to be unleashed.
Nine heroes stand. One tyrant remains. The final battle is about to begin.