I took a deep, steadying breath and stepped forward.
Each step felt heavy, like the weight of everything about to unfold pressed down on me.
"Partner… come out. It's time for our debut."
I said, voice low but firm.
From the shadow at my feet, a small, chibi-like Giratina materialized, its Origin Form shimmering faintly in the dim light.
It hovered in the air before me, looking almost playful—but there was a spark of awareness in its eyes.
"Get ready, mate. I'm not letting anyone look down on us," I whispered.
As if understanding every word, Giratina began to rise.
At first, it was small, but with every inch it ascended, its form expanded, growing denser.
Dark, pulsing aura began to coil around it, filling the space until it stretched toward the sky, massive and overwhelming.
Golden scales glinted through the obsidian-black haze, casting an otherworldly glow.
Around it, blue energy orbs floated, circling like moons caught in a storm of power, radiating an ominous, almost divine light.
The air around us thickened, humming with raw energy.
This was no longer a battle of humans or devils—it was going to be a one-sided massacre.
Giratina descended gently behind me, yet the air around us seemed to convulse under its presence.
The moment its claws touched the ground, a gust erupted, whipping through the arena with the force of a hurricane, shaking the very foundation of the alternate space.
I reached up and gripped the Soul Resonance Crystal hanging around my neck, closing my eyes to focus entirely on the bond it shared with Giratina.
The connection ignited.
Suddenly, a storm of black aura erupted from my feet, spiraling outward like a maelstrom.
Reverse black lightning—crackling with otherworldly intensity—shot skyward, tearing the fabric of the arena as if the space itself were being shredded.
Blue energy orbs around Giratina's form flared violently, spinning faster, circling in chaotic orbits.
The air vibrated with a low hum from the raw power emanating from us.
This wasn't just a transformation.
It was a declaration.
We were here, and anyone who dared oppose us would feel the weight of an outer-god level force.
Suddenly, everything seemed to freeze, as if time itself had been caught in the grip of our aura.
The world around me blurred and stilled, yet inside, everything roared to life.
I closed my eyes, feeling the connection intensify, a pulse that started in my chest and radiated outward, threading through every fiber of my being.
The bond with Giratina wasn't just stronger—it consumed me, melding our consciousnesses into one.
A surge of power rolled over me, cold yet electrifying, and I could feel Giratina's essence intertwining with my own.
The world outside no longer existed.
There was only us.
Then, with a sudden, almost cruel precision, the 3-minute countdown began.
Three minutes to unleash everything, to transcend limits, to carve our presence into this battlefield.
And I was ready.
I drew a deep, steadying breath.
Time itself seemed to stretch, slow, as if the world had fallen under the sway of Giratina's distortion.
Every heartbeat, every thought, was magnified, precise.
And then I acted.
From my fingers, streams of glowing symbols and glyphs shot into the air like liquid light, wrapping around the battlefield.
They were lines of code—not mere writing, but the very syntax of existence itself.
Reality trembled as I typed the commands in midair, my voice whispering the logic that bent nature:
"FOR element IN battlefield:
IF element.type != HOLY:
element.override(HOLY)
propagate(target=opponents, effect=16)
COMPILE(BATTLEFIELD)
EXECUTE()"
The code didn't just run.
It compiled the world.
Glitches appeared as terrain shifted, the natural laws warping like corrupt files being rewritten.
Shadows screamed as they were overwritten with pure light, the ground glowing with sacred energy.
The sky fractured and realigned, colors bleeding into one another before settling into a halo of holy radiance.
The battlefield had become my canvas, every line of "code" a stroke of divine distortion.
Rias and her peerage were safely cocooned inside the barrier, untouched by the overwhelming surge.
Outside, Riser's team flinched as the holy element swept through them, their senses assaulted by the raw rewrite of reality.
I needed to do this carefully.
According to Giratina, if I miscalculated even slightly, Rias and the others could get caught in the distortion by accident.
Precision was everything.
The coding display was just for show as it was my way of defining targets, of telling reality itself what to affect and what to leave untouched.
One wrong line, one misstep, and the entire battlefield could collapse, dragging everything into chaos.
Oh! The thrill!~
Thankfully, Giratina was handling the translation.
Her consciousness flowed with mine, converting my intentions into the language of the world itself, ensuring the spell—or code, however you wanted to call it, executed perfectly.
With everything locked in, the stage was set.
The battlefield hummed, holy energy saturating the air, and I felt the tension coil like a spring.
It was time to strike.
I first moved into the gymnasium.
The older woman in a Chinese dress, the twin sisters, and the petite girl were already waiting, tense and ready.
Did I remember them from the files I'd studied? Not really. Did it matter? Not at all.
After all, if I didn't even care about the dust under my shoes when I walked outside, why would I care about them?
I was a shadow in motion, a predator moving through prey.
Before any of them could react, my palm shot forward.
The sound of cracking bone echoed sharply—her lower jaw shattered under the impact.
I grabbed a holy cross from my pocket and forced it into her mouth, locking it tight.
Her muffled scream sent chills through the air, but it barely reached me.
From the shadows beneath me, jagged spikes erupted like black thorns, piercing her limbs.
She struggled, but the spikes held her in place with a grotesque elegance, twisting and embedding like living chains.
The twins attacked in unison, chainsaw roaring.
The metal shrieked as I caught it mid-air, twisting and crushing it effortlessly, sparks flying.
Their eyes widened in horror.
I moved with deadly precision.
One by one, I broke their jaws and forced crosses into their mouths, each motion synchronized with shadow spikes lancing from the ground to pin limbs.
The petite girl lunged from behind, but four spikes shot from the darkness, striking her legs and arms with surgical accuracy.
She screamed—a sound of pure panic—before the cross silenced her cry.
The room was filled with a mix of muffled screams and the faint scent of blood.
The shadows writhed like living entities, obeying every whim of my will.
Even through the carnage, the rules of the game governed me: no unnecessary death, only immobilization.
Every strike, every spike, every placement of a cross was precise—like coding reality itself, executing commands that twisted the battlefield into my control.
In seconds, the gymnasium had become a tableau of fear and discipline.
They were alive, yet utterly powerless—testaments to the overwhelming presence of my power fused with Giratina's essence.
I stepped back, surveying my work.
The battlefield was mine, a chessboard of living pieces.
The game had begun.
Time Remaining Till The Fusion Gets Undone: 1:49 min
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