"Tell me, what have you done?!" the Protagonist shouted, his voice trembling with fury, his glowing aura shaking the very fabric of Sinspire.
A slow smirk crept across Alex's face. He chuckled, the sound echoing through the endless dark. "Who said I needed your power?" he said calmly. "The power I used was never yours. It was mine all along."
Plot Armor and Extra exchanged knowing glances as they watched the confrontation unfold. The Antagonist, still recovering from his wounds, stared in utter confusion. The Protagonist, however, was consumed with rage.
"Then how can you do that?!" the Protagonist demanded, his voice rising. "That power you used it it was mine! We all saw it!"
Plot Armor stepped forward and interrupted, his tone level but firm. "Actually, Alex always had the power to defeat the Antagonist. But the rules of fiction didn't allow it. So... he worked around it."
The Protagonist and Antagonist both froze, expressions blank, struggling to comprehend what they had just heard.
Extra stepped in, his voice calm but edged with intrigue. "Let me clarify. Alex didn't steal your power he tricked the very foundation of fiction. The first time he damaged the Antagonist, he imitated your energy signature. He fooled the Creator itself into believing he possessed the power of the Protagonist."
The realization hit like thunder. The Protagonist's fury intensified, his form flickering with unstable energy. "Alex... join me," he said through clenched teeth.
Alex's response was instant. "No."
The Protagonist's eyes flared crimson. "Then meet your end here!"
He unleashed his full power, the air itself tearing apart as a storm of pure narrative energy enveloped the realm. With a wave of his hand, he trapped Plot Armor, Extra, and even the weakened Antagonist inside a massive cage of light and shadow.
"You three will not intervene!" he roared. "Let's see what you can do now, Alex!"
The battle began.
In the eternal darkness of Sinspire, light and shadow collided. Each blow shattered entire fragments of reality, rewriting existence with every impact. Alex and the Protagonist fought beyond time itself, their clash transcending the limits of story, logic, and imagination.
The fight raged on for what felt like eons. Stars were born and extinguished in the background, the void trembling beneath their power.
Within the cage, Plot Armor sighed softly. "Will it ever end?"
Extra watched, his expression unreadable. "It will never end," he replied. "The Protagonist can use every single ability that exists in fiction... but Alex he can counter it all. Simply because he can."