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Abstract-One. Ruler System

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[Scene: Open Sea – Day] The waters within a hundred meters vanish instantly, evaporated by the sheer force of a collision. A wide, hollow, waterless space emerges, eerily calm yet brimming with tension. El-Mond is rocketed back by the colossal beast, plummeting toward the ocean floor. The impact shatters the seabed beneath him. The waterless void collapses back into the sea, swallowing the space he momentarily occupied. El-Mond coughs blood, his body trembling from the collision, but his eyes burn with unyielding determination. Inner monologue (text floating near him in jagged font for intensity): "This… this is beyond anything I've faced… both in my past life and now. If I hold back even a little… I WILL DIE! And I refuse!. Not now! Not ever!" He catapults himself upward with Tremendous force, shattering the seabed further. His hands stretch toward the beast. Void blood forms instantly, a dark, pulsating orb the size of a bowling ball, shooting straight at the colossal creature. The beast retaliates with a barrage of tentacle strikes, each moving at nanosecond speed, slicing the air toward El-Mond. El-Mond's body moves like liquid up, down, left, right, weaving through the enormous tentacles while hundreds of void blood strikes erupt from his hands, vaporizing chunks of the beast's skin. Sound FX floating around the strikes: CRASH! SHATTER! WHOOSH! He bursts above the beast again, letting out a blood-curdling scream, raining myriads of void blood strikes, like a hailstorm of destruction. Even as dust and smoke blind him, the strikes continue. A minute passes. El-Mond finally stops, breathing heavily, pale, drained… yet ignoring his pain. He peers down. His eyes widen in shock: The beast's countless wounds are healing, at an alarming rate, the holes closing by the Second!. As if time itself conspires against him. "What is this!? How… is it… healing!? Eldred… how did the emperor powerhouses kill the other one?!" Eldred, hovering beside him, solemnly replies: "Master… according to the scrolls and legends… after the beasts took a fatal strike, it sank into the sea. The emperor powerhouses, exhausted and wary of each other, assumed it dead, as its energy vanished." El-Mond grits his teeth, fury written across his face: "Cowardly bastards! DAMMIT!" His eyes narrow, focus sharpening: "It either dies… or I do. and like hell!. I'm not planning to." He stretches his hand toward the beast, summoning every ounce of energy, but Visual cue: El-Mond is engulfed in black, starry energy, his body like the night, filled with the brilliance of the stars, his hair turning cloudywhite, eyes blue like the ocean. The beast lunges again. Tentacles appear behind him in a blink, but El-Mond vanishes and reappears directly before the beast. The colossal beast recoils, fear creeping into its monstrous form for the first time. "Fear of erasure… fear of being wiped from all realms…" El-Mond raises a hand, voice commanding: "BE GONE!" The sea splits in three massive strokes of energy, ripping the beast into three sections. But El-Mond's night form collapses, unconscious. He plummets. "Master!? Master! Wake up! It's still alive!!" Eldred screams frantically. The beast begins reassembling itself, jaw opening wide to swallow El-Mond whole End of scene – tension at its peak, Think its good?. Start from chapter 1.
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