She glanced at him, impressed.
"So… you've been converted?"
He grinned as white energy surged around him like wildfire.
"I believe now. In them. In their God. And in the mission."
Then, with steel resolve, he turned back toward the battlefield.
"I'll take these two. You stick to the plan!"
Kiyohime nodded once, her eyes narrowing with determination. Power surged from within her, spiraling outward until it wrapped around her body like a celestial storm. Her aura shimmered, bending the air as if the heavens themselves bent toward her will.
In that instant, her form shifted. The loose garments she wore dissolved into radiant threads of magic, weaving themselves into the battle attire of a modern samurai. Deep purple cloth formed the base, trimmed in black, while plates of lacquered armor appeared over her shoulders, chest, and thighs. Gold accents glimmered in the joints and ridges, catching the light of the battlefield like fleeting sparks.
Two Medjay floated high in the air before her, cloaked in ancient power. Without hesitation, she launched toward them, sword arcing in a brilliant streak.
The first Medjay dodged, reappearing behind her in an instant yanking her hair brutally. The second followed with a devastating punch to her face, sending her crashing to the ground below.
Before she could rise, crystals began to materialize from thin air, glowing ominously. They hovered around her like sentinels.
Kiyohime staggered to her feet, wiping the blood from her mouth. Her eyes, sharp as blades, locked onto the Medjay.
"He's using sealing magic… this is bad. I have to get out now."
The katana in her hand began to hum, its tone deep and rising, resonating with something ancient.
The blade hissed, and dark wind gathered around it, pulling in shadow and air. Crimson veins snaked along its edge, pulsing with a slow heartbeat.
"This is its second stage," she said.
"Shi no Tanjō.
The Birth of Death."
The blade vibrated violently, exuding monstrous intent.
Her Toki no Me Eyes of Time ignited, glowing a haunting purple. Toru Mahō surged within her, mystical circuits flashing across her arms and neck like starlit runes. Around her, a toroidal energy field spiraled into existence, howling like a vortex of arcane wrath.
The Medjay ancient enforcers of divine will hovered silently above the chaos, their cloaks billowing like black fire, eyes glowing with arcane light.
One of them spoke, his voice like gravel wrapped in wind:
"Have you gathered enough energy to seal her away?"
The second nodded, his tone sharp and certain.
"Yes. But… we'll need to wake her first, just to be safe."
A pause. The first one narrowed his eyes.
"Fine. I'll teleport in one of the crystals to strike her just enough to rouse her."
The surrounding crystals began to pulse. Then
One Medjay vanished.
Kiyohime's eyes scanned quickly.
"Where did he go?" she muttered. "I only see one…"
Then she noticed his reflection inside the nearest crystal.
Then another. And another.
He was in all of them.
From every crystal, beams of sharpened crystal energy fired at once hundreds of radiant shards from 360 degrees, closing in fast.
Kiyohime spun, deflecting with her sword, weaving between attacks with agile grace, her energy field warping and shielding what it could. But the sheer volume was overwhelming.
The voice of the Medjay echoed from within the crystalline prison.
"You're going to get tired. You can't dodge forever."
He was right. And she knew it.
"This is a two-person spell," she realized. "The other one must be maintaining the structure. I can't escape this crystal cage while both are active…"
But then her eyes blazed.
"I've got it."
She raised her sword to the sky.
"Lightning Realm Ikazuchi no Hebi: Serpent of Thunder!"
The sky blackened. Thunder rolled like a war drum.
Suddenly, a massive serpent formed from lightning itself twisted through the clouds a writhing, divine beast of electric vengeance.
With a roar that cracked the sky, it struck
BOOM!
The entire area exploded in black lightning. The crystals shattered instantly, obliterated by the serpent's divine wrath.
In the sky, the remaining Medjay held his shield up just in time, barely surviving the blast but shaken, breathing hard.
Below him, amid the smoking ruin of what had been a prison of crystal and light, Kiyohime stood tall her blade gleaming, her eyes burning with unyielding defiance.
As the dust settled, a shard of one of the broken crystals around Kiyohime began to glow faintly. From within, the Medjay who had trapped her crawled out, bruised and disoriented. He barely got to his feet before
Shhk.
Kiyohime was already behind him. Her blade pierced his stomach, lightning still crackling along its edge.
"Don't worry," she said coldly. "I didn't hit anything vital."
He passed out in her arms.
Up in the sky, the second Medjay watched the chaos unfold freed slaves, fleeing citizens, crumbling order. In a panic, he raised his hand and called for reinforcements.
Foot soldiers and Berserkers poured into the streets like a flood.
Kiyohime dodged their charges with ease, her movements fluid as a storm's breath. One massive Berserker tore a chunk of earth from the ground and hurled it at her.
She leapt aside
but as she turned, she saw the boulder hurtling toward a terrified family.
Without hesitation, she dashed forward, slicing through the boulder in a single stroke. Dust and debris scattered around them.
"Are you okay?" she asked, turning to the trembling family.
They nodded. "Yes... thank you."
But before she could relax, a thunderous crash shook the ground. A Berserker's massive foot came down toward her. She barely dodged in time then another foot, and another, stomping in brutal rhythm.
All around, she saw homes collapsing, innocents crushed beneath the feet of monsters.
Her gaze rose.
The Medjay in the sky was commanding them.
A general of slaughter, uncaring for his own people.
Her fists clenched.
"He'd kill his own kind...?" she muttered, eyes narrowing.
She ushered the family into a nearby building, whispering:
"Stay hidden. When you see a ship in the sky... that's your signal. You'll be safe."
She vanished into the shadows.
From the cracked ruins of a stomped building, Kiyohime reappeared, shouting at the Berserkers, the foot soldiers, and the Medjay in the sky.
"People like you make me sick," she declared, her voice like thunder. "You treat your own kind and others as nothing. No more."
Her energy flared.
A violent toroidal field of swirling light and power engulfed her. Her Toki no Me Eyes of Time glowed a deep violet. Her katana, Shi no Tanjō The Birth of Death pulsed with ominous power.
She drew all of her toroidal energy into the blade
not its steel, but its spiritual edge.
And then she ran, energy streaming behind her.
"Mutation Style: Tamashii-gari Soul Reaper."
With a single slash, her blade extended not physically, but spiritually cutting across the battlefield like a divine storm. The purple glow of her Eyes, the toroidal force swirling around her, and her full wrath were all poured into that single stroke.
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Narrator:
Mutation Style: Tamashii-gari Soul Reaper is a technique born from a deadly fusion of powers. Her Toki no Me Eyes of Time glowed with deep violet light. Her blade, Shi no Tanjō The Birth of Death, pulsed with cursed purpose. Wrapped in her toroidal samurai magic, she could carve through dimensions themselves cutting not just flesh, but the inner fabric of existence.
This slash does not simply wound it selectively destroys from within, tearing out the soul of anything caught in its higher-dimensional path. And only she decides who is touched by its wrath.
The souls taken do not vanish. They are absorbed through her yokai heritage, adding to her strength, extending her youth, and deepening her deadly grace.
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An army fell in silence.
Only the enemies were harmed no innocents, no slaves. Their souls were separated from their bodies in a single instant. A spectral wind rushed through the streets as their spirits, freed, were absorbed into Kiyohime's body.
A citizen stepped forward, trembling.
"Th-thank you. But… did you just absorb their souls?"
Another asked, "How can we even see their souls?"
Kiyohime nodded solemnly.
"Yes. I had no choice. I had to end it quickly," she said. "And the reason you can see spirits… is because I'm a Yokai. Our energy reveals them to the eyes of mortals."
She turned to the citizens, her voice steady.
"Stay here. Stay hidden. When you see the skyboat, run to it. The end of the world doesn't mean your end. Survive. Hold on."
And then, she vanished in a blur of wind.
As she ran, she looked up.
High above, she saw Noah with his family, a few Israelites, and a handful of rescued citizens standing on the deck of the flying boat.
And then she saw Hunter.
She smiled faintly.
"Good," she whispered. "He must've won."
With a final leap, Kiyohime soared upward, lightning dancing around her as she launched herself toward the skyboat
toward safety.
Toward the next battle.
Narrator:
These are the events that unfolded just before Kiyohime and Hunter parted ways to face the two Medjay alone. What follows is told from Hunter's point of view.
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Hunter sprinted toward the two Medjay. With a sweep of his arm, water burst forth, spiraling with faint light. He launched it at one of them but the Medjay blocked it effortlessly, sneering, "Too weak."
The second Medjay shot forward, slamming Hunter with brutal force.
The impact sent him crashing into the dirt. The Medjay grabbed Hunter's head and dragged him, smashing him through walls, through debris, through pain.
He hit the ground hard. The Medjay stood over him, pressing his face into the dust.
Hunter's vision blurred. Around him, the world cracked.
Israelite civilians ran, screaming that the end had come.
Berserker foot soldiers hulking, monstrous shouted, "Back to work!" They whipped the weak, the innocent, dragging them in chains.
Hunter gritted his teeth. Blood mixed with dust. His eyes shut.
He remembered the prison. The stories the Israelites whispered in the dark. The name they gave to strength.
The Father.
The Holy Spirit.
They told him: "If you believe, truly believe, you will never fight alone."
He whispered it. Not to the enemy. Not to himself. To Him.
"…Give me strength…"
White-blue energy flared from his chest then spiraled outward like a divine surge.
Hunter roared, "NO ONE'S going to stop me!"
He hurled the Medjay off him with an eruption of water and faith. The second tried to recover, but it was too late.
Hunter raised his hand. A torrent of water burst forth, wrapped in glowing white light, slamming into the Medjay like judgment itself.
The wave twisted, shifted became a dragon fanged and furious, crashing down and pinning the Medjay into the ground with an explosion that rocked the city.
Hunter turned just as a massive crystal slammed into him from behind, dropped by the second Medjay.
It cracked the earth beneath him.
Grimacing, Hunter pushed the boulder off, blood running down his arm. But there was no time to recover.
Berserkers loomed giants, their feet larger than wagons. Foot soldiers encircled him, blades drawn.
He dodged and twisted, but there were too many.
Cornered. Exhausted.
He looked behind him.
The Nile shimmered.
Hunter whispered: "All the power of faith I've got… right here."
He raised his hands.
The river rose.
A vortex spiraled upward, turning into a colossal dragon, luminous with white divine energy, scales like glass, eyes like fire.
Hunter's eyes blazed with fierce resolve.
"I'll show you why they call me... the Dragon from the West."
He forged a sword of water shimmering, alive woven from his energy and the power of faith itself.
With that fluid blade and the roaring water dragon at his side, he sliced through the enemy ranks. Each strike from sword and beast sent foes crashing down.
One by one, the soldiers fell.
Within moments, the battlefield was cleared only two figures remained.
The Medjay.
They hovered midair, panting, their eyes no longer filled with superiority but with fear. Real fear.
Below them, their fallen comrades lay scattered across the ruined cityscape, crushed and broken. The sky rumbled. The rivers trembled. And atop a swirling dragon made of water, light, and raw will stood Hunter.
"...Just you two now," he muttered.
The Medjay roared and lunged. All three shot through the air like comets colliding in heaven.
Hunter stood tall on the back of his dragon a living serpent forged from faith, pure water, and his unshakable resolve.
He took a deep breath.
He remembered the Israelites.
Their songs.
Their stories.
Their tears.
He remembered how they had introduced him to the Word.
To the Holy Spirit.
To something beyond vengeance beyond pain.
He remembered the night the Holy Spirit visited him.
The night he saw his daughter again.
The way she smiled, touched his face, and whispered:
"Daddy… fight for the ones who still can't."
His eyes burned.
"I will avenge my daughter," he whispered.
"I will leave this cursed hyperverse… I will not die here.
I will not be a slave."
His wings began to absorb the water, spirit, and the power of his will, wrapping his entire body in a shimmering cocoon of pure water, willpower and faith.
Then
He charged.
The dragon screamed and spiraled with him man and myth fused rushing through the sky like a tidal spear. The Medjay struck with all their might, but it was nothing against the storm of belief given form.
He pierced through them both like judgment incarnate.
Hunter landed silently. His wings stretched out behind him, still glowing with holy light.
Above, the water dragon hovered still for a moment before vanishing in a shimmer of sacred mist.
From within it, the two Medjay dropped like broken statues, falling with gaping wounds carved clean through their bodies. The battle was over.
Hunter looked up.
The kingdom was still.
The Israelites and the slaves watching from hiding places, rooftops, broken alleys stood slowly.
They were free.
This part of the kingdom… was theirs again.
Then he heard it.
A voice.
"HUNTER!"
He looked up.
A golden boat hovered above, parting the storm. At its helm Noah.
Beside him his wife. His daughter. Ham. Dozens of Israelites and freed captives from across the hyperverse.
Noah shouted, " HUNTER! We need to go! The destruction energy is almost at the planet!"
Without a word, Hunter raised his hands.
The Nile responded.
The river rose, glowing with sacred power, gathering every citizen, every slave, every child and elder in gentle currents of water and light.
They floated upward toward the boat, toward freedom, toward a future beyond chains.
In this part of the kingdom, every soul was carried together by the sacred flow, united in their escape.
All the people Hunter had rescued boarded the boat.
Hunter walked to the top deck, where Noah's family was present. As the boat soared through the sky, he extended his water powers to pull in more fleeing citizens along the way.
Suddenly, they ran into Kiyohime.
Fresh from her battle with the two Medjay, Kiyohime landed atop the boat, joining Hunter, Noah, and his family. Her face was filled with panic.
"I don't think we can save everyone," she said breathlessly. "And we still don't know where Adamus or Moses are."
Hunter frowned. "We might have to leave this planet and come back to save the rest later. We can't do this alone."
Noah shook his head firmly. "We can't. By the time we leave and return, this planet will be destroyed by that destructive energy."
"I'm not leaving either," Kiyohime said, eyes fierce. "What if Adamus is still here? If that energy hits while he's somewhere on this planet... we'll lose him. We came with him, and we leave with him."
Hunter nodded. "I agree. I was just throwing out ideas."
Kiyohime turned toward the edge of the skyboat. "Wait here," she said. "There's someone I don't see aboard. They need saving."
And without another word, she leapt off the flying boat, diving toward the golden palace far below.
Chaos reigned below. Guards fought guards. Soldiers clashed. Slaves fled some gaining freedom, others dragged back into labor. Citizens screamed in terror, crying out: "It's the end! Pharaoh has failed us! God has abandoned us!"
Kiyohime sprinted through the chaos, eyes fixed on the towering palace. From the ground, she looked up and saw her.
The queen dangled from the highest window, gripped by the throat.
Held by Pharaoh Thutmose III.
Kiyohime's pace doubled. As she neared the palace, she saw the Pharaoh hurl the queen back inside the room. Kiyohime dashed up the palace wall silent as mist, a samurai shadow.
Outside the high window, she clung to the frame, peeking in.
Inside, she saw Thutmose III standing with his glowing staff. The queen sat in the corner, arms wrapped around her two children one weeping, the other too young to speak, merely sobbing.
Thutmose III's voice cut like stone. "So you would betray me. I lifted you from slavery and made you queen."
The queen's eyes burned as she rose, clutching her children close.
"And yet you took me from my family, made them build your pyramids, and abused my body. You stripped me from my lineage and bound me to you. These children… they are the only joy I have left."
Tears ran down the queen's face. "I don't believe in you anymore. You're wicked. Evil. Let me save my children. Let me get on that boat. You have plenty of women make one of them your queen."
The Pharaoh's face twisted with rage.
"You betrayed me. And worse you doubted me."
He raised his glowing staff.
"The God of Israel does not frighten me Lucifer
is my god. He gave me this power. That "Destructive energy will not touch our planet."
His hand surged with dark power.
"But I will destroy you."
The Queen's voice cracked, trembling
"Just kill me... but please, don't kill the children."
A child's desperate plea echoed,
"Dad, don't..."
The Pharaoh sneered coldly,
"I can always make another family."
Then, just as he unleashed the blast
"Mutation Style: Hen'i Jutsushiki Hebi no Goga! Guardian Fang of the Snake!
A colossal serpent burst through the wall, its scales gleaming. With a single gulp, it swallowed the queen and her children whole, dodging the energy blast in the process.
The Pharaoh reeled. "What was that?!"
He turned just in time to see Kiyohime charging.
Their weapons collided her blade, his staff. The air shook.
"You can't defeat me while my staff is near," he hissed. "What kind of magic is that snake?!"
Kiyohime jumped back, crouching.
"That snake will protect her," she declared, commanding it telepathically.
"Take them to the boat!"
The massive snake began drilling through the building, carrying its living cargo away.
"They're still alive," she said, her voice firm. "One of my greatest protective spells."
The Pharaoh laughed. "You're the one who wounded me earlier."
He raised his staff again and fired
A blast ripped through the palace, creating a hole that shimmered with reality distortion. Kiyohime leapt through it, sprinting toward the boat once more.
Thutmose III walked to the broken edge of the palace. He looked down at the panicked citizens, the boat still gathering the desperate and enslaved.
He rose into the sky, radiating blasphemous divinity.
Dark sorcery echoed his voice across the kingdom, thundering through the clouds.
He spoke directly into the sky, his words cast through magical force.
Citizens across the land all of them heard him.
Slaves. Soldiers. Elders. Children.
They looked up in awe and dread as his voice filled the skies:
"This world will not be destroyed by the energy of the so-called God of Israel. Lucifer the new God of Israel has given me strength. This power fears no one!"
The kingdom fell into a heavy silence.
"Return to your duties!" he roared.
"Slaves return to slavery.
Soldiers resume your ranks.
I am the ruler of this sector of the Hyperverse!"
He lifted his staff. A colossal burst of magic surged into the heavens, expanding outward until it cloaked the world in a shimmering shield.
"This barrier will protect us from annihilation," he declared.
"And we we will be the only survivors in the Hyperverse.
We will rebuild the cosmos in our image.
Now back to work."
On the ground, chaos resumed.
Soldiers, emboldened by his speech, cracked their whips across the backs of slaves.
The weak were dragged. The defiant were beaten.
Some citizens whispered with hope, "I knew I could trust our Pharaoh..."
Others, in quiet fear, muttered, "He's lost his mind. This kingdom… it's doomed."
Then he turned his glowing eyes toward the boat.
He pointed his staff
The boat glowed red, frozen in place.
"I see you, Aaron… Moses' brother. Come to me."
The boat began to pull toward him against its will.
Kiyohime, Hunter, Noah, and the others onboard all watched in shock.
Noah clutched the railing.
"What's happening?" Kiyohime asked. "He's controlling the boat! But I thought only faith could move it!"
Noah looked shaken. "It must be some kind of Infinite telekinesis… I don't know. My faith isn't working. I can't steer it anymore."
The boat surged forward dragged through the sky by the Pharaoh's will.
Hunter's body shimmered with blue, divine energy. The Power of Faith rose from within him.
Kiyohime's purple eyes burned, her blade glowing with ethereal power.
"Everyone!" they called out. "Get inside! The boat is infinite go as far in as you can. Hide!"
Below, the Pharaoh hovered, arms outstretched as the boat reached him.
"You think you can steal my slaves," he roared, "and take over my world? I am the ruler of worlds. My father left me a legacy and I will fulfill it."
He pointed at the boat.
"Now bring out Aaron… so I can kill him with my own hands."
Kiyohime and Hunter were fully powered, glowing with fierce energy Hunter's aura crackled like a thunderstorm, while Kiyohime's spiritual fire pulsed with ancient magic. But before they could strike, the Pharaoh raised his staff.
A sudden, cruel glow black and red energy spiraled from his hand, seizing them both mid-air. Their bodies jerked upright, suspended by an invisible force. They couldn't move. Kiyohime's eyes snapped shut against her will.
"We don't need your magical eyes to freeze someone in place," the Pharaoh sneered, his voice echoing like a curse.
"My power is absolute."
The infinite telekinesis clawed at their bodies, threatening to tear them apart limb from limb, muscle from bone. Skin stretched, bones creaked, and nerves burned with pressure. But they held on. Gritting their teeth, they fought against the force, resisting with every ounce of strength they had left.
"If Aaron doesn't come out," the Pharaoh growled, his staff humming like a devil's heartbeat, "they will all die."
Then he turned his wrath on the innocent.
One by one, terrified citizensIsraelites, slaves, the weak and wounded were plucked from the boat. Their bodies shattered instantly, unable to withstand the telekinetic grip. Blood rained. Panic spread.
Hunter and Kiyohime, still suspended, were too strong to die instantly, but their bodies trembled in agony.
"STOP IT!"
A voice roared from the boat.
Aaron, limping, bloodied, but alive stumbled out onto the deck, his arms raised in surrender.
"Don't kill them. Especially not my people. Take me instead!"
From above, Kiyohime managed to force a whisper through clenched teeth.
"He's going to kill us anyway… Run…"
But the Pharaoh was already lifting Aaron with telekinesis, dragging him up into the air.
"No… I want you to die slowly," he hissed.
He turned to the watching city below hundreds of thousands staring in horror from balconies, temples, and palace towers.
"This... this is what happens when you defy your Pharaoh!"
"You see their blood? Their screams? That is the price of rebellion!"
Suddenly a pulse of energy. A glow in the heavens. Screams from the citizens turned to gasps.
"The shield! The destruction energy, End times energy, it's hitting the Pharaoh's barrier!"
An attack had come a divine strike of light and force, hurtling down from above. The Pharaoh's crimson-red shield absorbed it with a thundering boom, the force shaking the skies.
"The God of Israel is not stronger than Lucifer," the Pharaoh declared, sneering.
"My shield will not break. Believe in me. Believe in Lucifer, your god."
Kiyohime, her body barely responsive, forced her divine eyes open Purple pupils glinting through waves of pain. She gasped. Her vision, honed by divinity, pierced distance itself.
She saw it.
The Pharaoh's planetary shield vast, radiant, godlike.
And at its center… a crack.
Smaller than an atom.
But growing.
"You… fool…" she rasped, breath catching. "Your shield… it's cracking…"
The Pharaoh froze for a moment. Then snarled.
"Silence! The shield is flawless! My Power Is unstoppable!"
He turned, glaring at Aaron. "All of this is irritating me. I wanted to kill you slowly… let your brother watch. But he's probably already dead from the Destruction energy."
His gaze swept across the battered survivors.
"Forget it. I'll just kill you all together."
With a single gesture, the Pharaoh's magic flared.
Kiyohime, Hunter, Aaron, Noah, and the remaining slaves and Israelites were hurled back onto the boat like discarded dolls.
"You know what?" the Pharaoh growled, voice low and seething.
"I'll destroy the entire boat in one strike. Every last soul."
He raised his staff, dark energy coalescing into a world-ending blast. Everyone on the boat frozen, held still by his power could only stare in terror.
Then
CRACK!
A green like lightning pure divine force punched across the sky and smashed into the Pharaoh's face, sending him spiraling through golden towers, collapsing buildings in his wake.
The kinetic grip holding everyone vanished instantly.
Gasping, stunned, the passengers looked up.
Two figures stood atop the boat, bathed in holy light.
"Adamus… and Moses."
Adamus stood tall, golden eyes burning with purpose.
Moses clutched Aaron in one arm, his staff trembling in the other. Tears streaked his weathered face as he leaned in, voice cracking.
"I thought you were dead," he whispered.
Around them, the Israelites began to gather children, elders, the wounded all embracing each other in disbelief and relief. Some wept. Some laughed. Others simply held on, wordless in their gratitude.
Kiyohime, trembling, ran to Adamus and threw her arms around him, holding him tightly. After a moment, she pulled back, blushing.
"Took you long enough," she muttered.
Hunter stepped beside her, eyes narrowed.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Adamus gave a small, tired smile.
"I'm just glad you're all still alive. It's… a long story. I'll tell you later."
His voice grew firmer. "Right now, get everyone on the boat. Start moving."
He turned toward the horizon where the Pharaoh, bloodied but burning with fury, was slowly rising again, levitating above the broken skyline like a god reborn.
"Moses and I will handle him."
Kiyohime and Hunter stepped forward in unison.
"No," Kiyohime said. "Let us help. He's too strong."
"She's right," Hunter added. "You shouldn't face him alone."
Adamus shook his head.
"No., Hunter this is bigger than one fight. Someone needs to gather everyone on this planet and get them to the boat."
Noah, standing nearby, nodded solemnly.
"He's right. We need to split up. It's the only way."
Kiyohime and Hunter exchanged a glance, then gave a reluctant nod.
She looked back at Adamus, her eyes soft and fierce.
"Make sure you come back alive."
Adamus smiled at her, his voice low and warm.
"Of course I will. We never finished our dance."
He turned toward Moses, who was speaking quietly with his brother Aaron.
"Aaron," Moses said, gripping his brother's shoulder, "you can't come with me. You're too injured. You've already done enough. We escaped the first time because of you."
Aaron, leaning heavily on a support beam, smiled.
"I know… I always knew you were the chosen one the one who'd lead us to the land of milk and honey."
Moses nodded, his voice thick with emotion.
"Because of you, I'm strong, brother."
Aaron turned and slowly walked toward the lower deck of the boat, where the frightened and hopeful gathered in hiding.
Moses looked to Adamus and nodded.
"I'm ready."
Together, the two warriors turned and leapt from the edge of the hovering boat, diving through the sky like bolts of judgment, straight toward the Pharaoh.
The moment they left, Hunter and Kiyohime sprang into action. Across the shattered kingdom, they searched and rescued.
Kiyohime summoned spectral snakes from the shadows : Hen'i Jutsushiki Hebi no Goga, each one slithering and striking out to retrieve stranded civilians, gently wrapping around them and pulling them to safety.
Hunter summoned pillars of water beneath his feet, surfing across the ruined city. His hands danced like a conductor, manipulating streams of water to lift people out of danger and guide them toward the ark above.
As Moses and Adamus landed hard upon the cracked earth, the ground trembled beneath their feet. Dust spiraled around them. The Pharaoh, blood trailing from his cheek, rose slowly from the debris. His once-regal robes were torn, his golden crown cracked yet his eyes burned with boundless rage.
Pharaoh Thutmose III sneered.
"You will pay for making me bleed."
His wounds began to close with unnatural speed, red light searing the gashes shut. He grinned cruelly.
"The heavens have brought you to me, Moses. The one who betrayed my father... My uncle... was an Israelite. How disgusting. Finally, I can avenge them by killing you and your brother. What a glorious day this is."
Moses stepped forward, voice unwavering.
"Your reign of terror ends now. I'm saving my people. And if you knew the truth on the day your father died, he realized the mistakes he made. He wouldn't be proud of you."
The Pharaoh's face twisted in fury.
"Don't you dare speak my father's name, you beast! Not with your filthy mouth!"
Before the Pharaoh could move, Adamus raised a hand, calm but firm.
"Hey, Pharaoh Guy," he said, tilting his head. "We don't have to do this. The world's about to end. Just get on the boat with us we can all reach the land of milk and honey. Together."
The Pharaoh burst into laughter, unhinged.
"Share a world? With peasants?! I am king! My planet will not die to some false 'God of Israel.' I'll destroy that boat and drag the slaves back here where they belong."
Adamus narrowed his golden eyes.
"Why do you have to rule? Why the chains? Why the suffering? Just come with us. We can save you and your people. You're not strong enough to survive what's coming."
Pharaoh Thutmose III's grin widened into madness.
"Because I'm better than them. I'm better than all of you. That's why I'm king. The Israelites? They're animals. And my people? A few steps above. The rest of you are insects."
Adamus's voice turned to steel.
"That's... disgusting. You really see people like that?"
He raised his hand, green flames dancing across his fingers.
"This is your second chance. Come with us."
The Pharaoh's staff surged with dark light. Suddenly BOOM crimson and obsidian energy exploded outward. Both Adamus and Moses were lifted into the air, twisted and contorted mid-flight by the Pharaoh's infinite telekinesis. Their bodies arched unnaturally, struggling to resist.
The Pharaoh stepped forward, slowly, savoring the moment.
"I'm going to rip you both limb from limb."
Moses grimaced in pain, unable to move, his body writhing under the strain. But then
Adamus's green flames flared bright. His golden eyes lit up Tenshi no Me activating.
From within his chest, the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal pulsed, adapting in real-time to the Pharaoh's energy. The green flames surged and shifted transcending the manipulation.
With a cry of effort, Adamus shattered the telekinetic grip, dropping like a comet to the earth. He landed in a crouch, burning with light.
The Pharaoh froze.
"Wait… how?!"
Adamus looked up.
"My flames adapt to any energy source. Including yours."
He extended a hand and fired a concussive green blast. The Pharaoh blocked it, but the force made him skid back, heels digging trenches into the stone.
Adamus lunged forward, fist cocked but the Pharaoh vanished in a blink, reappearing atop a nearby palace.
"Nice try," the Pharaoh mocked. "You're too slow."
Meanwhile, Moses still hovered mid-air, agony on his face. Adamus dashed back toward him, his flames swirling into a protective aura. With a burst of power, he ignited Moses in his own green fire breaking the Pharaoh's hold.
Moses collapsed briefly, then rose again his own white flames of faith joining Adamus's green inferno. Together, they turned toward the Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh sneered, staff glowing brighter than ever.
"Fine," he said. "Let's have some fun."
He slammed the staff into the rooftop. The ground rumbled. A vortex of black and red energy erupted beside him then another. And another. One by one, they emerged.
The Berserkers.
Born from wrath itself. Some were seven feet tall, others thirteen, with bodies forged in rage and brutality.
Their horns curled like infernal tusks. Their armor: jagged blackened bronze, layered in chaos, carved with blood-red prophecies. As their fury grew, so did they muscles rupturing armor that regenerated in living metal. Their roars distorted the air, each scream shaking the sky.
"If you want me," the Pharaoh said, "you'll have to go through them."
Hundreds of thousands of Berserkers began to charge.
Each one grew larger as they ran, some the size of mountains, others towering over the horizon. The Pharaoh stood above them all, staff glowing like a red sun.
Adamus's eyes glowed with calm fury.
Moses's hands tightened into fists of holy flame.
Side by side, they stood firm. Behind them was the future. Before them an army of wrath.
The battlefield stretched endlessly beneath the burning sky, a storm of sand and fire. Berserkers massive, snarling creatures summoned by the Pharaoh rushed like a living tide through the ruined cityscape, each one a brutal monument of rage and muscle.
Adamus and Moses stood shoulder to shoulder at the edge of the chaos, the ground trembling beneath their feet. With a silent nod, they charged into the fray.
Adamus led with raw force. His golden fist smashed into the nearest Berserker's jaw, sending the beast hurtling backward through the air like a meteor. Another lunged at him he ducked low and uppercutted it into the sky, its scream vanishing into the clouds. But the swarm never stopped. One Berserker tackled him from behind, slamming him into the ground with a bone-shattering thud. The others followed, piling on, fists raining down like demonic hammers.
With a roar, Adamus summoned his golden shield. Light exploded outward, blasting the attackers back. He rose in a blur, golden Life Strings bursting from his spine and chest, wrapping around the legs of his enemies like whips of fate. One by one, the Berserkers fell toppling like dominoes.
Then Adamus struck.
He leapt atop them, fists blazing with golden energy. Each punch released a shockwave that shattered bones and cracked the earth. Still they came. He fired energy blasts into their eyes, blinding them, then launched a spinning kick that sent one crashing through three buildings in a row.
Nearby, Moses moved like divine fire. His sword Sekhem-Flame, blessed with holy power slashed through the darkness. A Berserker lunged; Moses spun and sliced clean through its neck. Holy flames roared from his blade, igniting another group of enemies, reducing them to ash. With every swing, he invoked the Power of Faith, blasting radiant energy from his hands, scorching the horde.
But even Moses was pinned. A Berserker grabbed him from behind while others swarmed him. He gritted his teeth and let them press down only to suddenly twist, severing their fingers with one clean cut. He ran up their arms like a flash of vengeance, his blade drawing glowing lines of death through throats and jaws.
At last, the two warriors reunited, backs to each other, panting.
The Pharaoh stood distant upon a golden throne atop a pyramid, laughing as more and more Berserkers poured into the world like maggots from a wound.
"He just keeps summoning them," Moses said, his chest heaving. "It's endless… He has infinite power. We'll be overrun."
"We need to get close," Adamus growled. "If we stop him from summoning this ends."
"But how?" Moses asked.
Suddenly, the fallen Berserkers twitched.
Bones cracked. Skin tore.
They began to rise again bigger, broader, more grotesque than before. Their muscles swelled, their roars deepened into earth-shaking howls. Some towered like mountains, some twice the size of mountains now, their shoulders brushing the sky.
"Why the hell are they getting bigger?" Adamus asked.
"The madder they get," Moses muttered, eyes wide, "the stronger and larger they become."
Adamus narrowed his eyes. "That gives me an idea. Reminds me of the Hulk."
Moses blinked. "What?"
"I'll distract them. You go after the Pharaoh."
Moses hesitated, then nodded. "That… might work. What are you gonna do?"
Adamus turned to the towering statues that lined the city ancient monuments of Egyptian gods and pharaohs. Statues of Ra, Horus, Thoth, Osiris, and Isis. Behind them loomed titanic effigies of warrior-kings and forgotten deities.
"I'll give them something else to fight."
"Adamus…" Moses muttered, dodging a Berserker's claw. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking divine war."
He sprinted toward the largest statue nearby a jackal-headed war god clad in armor, his obsidian body carved with runes of conquest. It was the statue of Anhur, god of war and slayer of enemies.
Several of the mountainous Berserkers gave chase, roaring as they stomped after Adamus. Sand exploded beneath their feet.
Adamus reached the statue and ran straight up its leg like lightning. He sprinted along the chest, then climbed to the crown of its head. From there, he stood tall as the wind howled, his golden Life Strings snapping and dancing around him.
Then… he unleashed Naro Nerve Sync.
Stage Two Awaken the Unmoving.
Golden strings lashed outward in every direction, piercing the stone and copper of the statues around the kingdom. They surged into the limbs, weaving themselves into nerve-like networks beneath the surface veins of will and divine memory.
Then, the earth trembled.
All across the ruined kingdom, the statues opened glowing golden eyes.
Stage Three Twist Logic. Forge Life.
The colossi began to move. Rock groaned. Metal bent. Ancient joints cracked as Anhur raised his mighty war-spear and took a step forward.
The colossal statue Adamus rode Anhur the Thunder-Slayer was now alive, pulsing with golden light and nerve-born energy. It was equal in size to the monstrous Berserkers, its divine aura matching their blood-fueled madness.
Adamus shouted, voice echoing across the world, "Attack!"
From across the horizon, the statues obeyed.
Horus the Falcon-Eyed soared into battle, his wings flaring golden. Bastet the Silent Huntress pounced with claws drawn. Sobek the River Beast slammed into a Berserker with a crocodilian roar, sending it crashing into the Nile.
Moses was about to be crushed by a charging Berserker when a massive hand grabbed the beast Thoth the Wise, wielding a staff of living ink, choke-slammed it into the ground.
Moses looked up in awe and saw Adamus standing tall atop Anhur's head, his hair flying in the wind, eyes glowing like twin suns.
Adamus raised his golden fist to the sky, divine energy roaring around him.
"I got this!" he bellowed, his voice shaking sky and sand alike. "Me and my army of gods!"
Moses grinned, fire in his eyes.
"Then I'll take care of the Pharaoh."
He sprinted into the chaos dodging Berserker swings, sliding beneath colossi whose very steps cracked the battlefield. All around him, the statues Adamus had awakened roared to life, golden giants sculpted in his image, wielding thunder in their palms. They clashed with the endless tide of summoned Berserkers, each blow sending shockwaves through the sky.
High atop the pyramid, the Pharaoh reclined on his golden throne, a cruel smile curling his lips.
He watched the battlefield through half-lidded eyes, the wind gently stirring the silks around him.
"They think they can win," he chuckled, voice thick with disdain. "They actually believe their little rebellion has a chance."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze narrowing at the green and white fire trailing in Moses's wake.
"But that one… That boy burns with something strange. He brought statues to life willed stone to rise against flesh. Curious."
The Pharaoh stood, his voice now colder, more focused.
"No matter. The statues will fall. My Berserkers are infinite. And when they're done feasting, I'll crush Moses myself. His blood will be the ink that ends this chapter."
As the Pharaoh was distracted, summoning Berserkers at Adamus, Moses was already sprinting toward him. While he ran, this is what Adamus was doing.
Across the battlefield, perched on the massive shoulder of the animated statue of Anhur the Thunder-Slayer, stood Adamus. His eyes blazed with golden incandescence Tenshi no Me shining like twin stars of judgment. From his outstretched hand surged bursts of vivid green energy, crashing into the berserkers below like divine artillery.
Each blast tore through the ranks, sending the monstrous warriors hurtling backward through the air comets of fury crashing into the earth. Yet they always rose again bigger, more brutal. Their wrath didn't fade. It multiplied.
With a silent command, Anhur raised a colossal stone fist. At Adamus's urging, it came crashing down.
BOOM.
The statue's punch flattened a berserker beneath it like a mountain striking another mountain. The force sent tremors rolling across the battlefield. Another blow sent a red-bearded brute careening into the dirt, his body cratering the earth like a falling tower. They collapsed not like men, but like monuments falling hills of flesh and hate, cracking the ground beneath their weight.
Below, the citizens screamed. The ground convulsed from every step of the living gods. The battle had become something beyond control.
Adamus inhaled deeply. I need to end this before anyone else gets hurt.
His gaze shifted across the battlefield to a lone figure sprinting forward.
It was Moses, racing toward the Pharaoh while the tyrant remained distracted, summoning more Berserkers with arrogant laughter.
Adamus watched as Moses slipped through the chaos, weaving between the massive living statues teleporting, dodging, unstoppable.
The Pharaoh kept summoning, unaware.
But before he could call forth another divine avatar, Moses drew his sword.
From its edge erupted holy flames, roaring like the breath of Heaven itself.
The fire surged forward a divine torrent of righteous wrath
and struck the Pharaoh directly, engulfing him in a blaze of sacred judgment.
It tore through the air and struck The Pharaoh, exploding into white fire.
The Pharaoh staggered not from pain, but from recognition.
"So," he said, voice deeper than any mortal king,
"now you return.
The betrayer.
The boy who caused my father's death… and my brother's."
He locked eyes with Moses
and for a moment, time itself flinched.
But before the duel could begin, the ground trembled.
Adamus stood atop one of the living statues colossal stone warriors animated by divine magic and let out a sharp cry, his voice slicing through the chaos.
"YES!" he shouted, eyes wide with exhilaration. "Moses did it! He actually stopped the Pharaoh's summoning spell!"
Below him, the battlefield writhed in fury. The berserkers feral, towering avatars of wrath were finally thinning. Though their numbers had stopped growing, the ones still standing were relentless. Some of the animated statues had fallen, their limbs shattered, their once-proud forms crumbling under brute force.
"I need to finish this before the Pharaoh regains control," Adamus muttered. "Moses can't hold him off forever."
The scene below was like a cosmic chessboard.
Statues of Anubis, Sekhmet, and Horus had been brought to life, their stone limbs moving with unnatural grace.
They fought alongside other stone warriors, each motion not born of instinct,
but carried out with precision by divine command. Adamus command.
Adamus raised a glowing hand, golden threads of energy stretching from his fingertips to the living statues like puppet strings.
"You grab that one! Crush the red-bearded brute! Horus, flank their eastern formation!"
And the statues obeyed.
Still perched atop his guardian's shoulder, Adamus scanned the battlefield. The berserkers, snarling and monstrous, refused to die. Every time one went down, it rose again stronger, madder, more violent. They weren't men anymore. They were walking tempests. Rage given form.
Even with the Pharaoh's summoning cut off, the berserkers already here were nearly unkillable.
"They're like the Hulk," Adamus muttered, squinting through the dust and carnage. "The madder they get, the stronger they become."
Then his eyes widened. Something clicked.
"Wait a second…"
A revelation pulsed through his mind like lightning.
"If their strength comes from their anger... then what if I take that anger away?"
His voice dropped, but it burned with clarity.
"I have an idea."
Adamus extended his hand. From the center of his palm, golden life-threads emerged living filaments that snaked through the battlefield until they pierced the mind of a single berserker.
He reached not for the flesh, but for the brain the chemical cauldron where rage was born.
Then he whispered his command.
"Velocity Sync."
A golden pulse shot through the thread. Adamus didn't just stop the berserker he redefined him. He found the exact chemical responsible for anger in the brain and bound it to the nearest rock.
And then…
He synced the two.
The velocity of the rage the neurochemical charge was now zero.
Instantly, the berserker began to shrink. Muscles deflated. Veins calmed. Breath steadied. From a monstrous twelve-foot mass of fury, the being returned to a towering but composed eight-foot Berserker.
He blinked, looking at his hands. "What… happened? Why am I not angry?"
Adamus dropped from the shoulder of his statue, landing gracefully before the Berserker. He said with clarity, "Because I took away your ability to be mad. Your brain no longer receives the chemical. It stands still."
Then he drove a divine punch into the berserker's gut clean, quick, compassionate. The Berserker collapsed.
Adamus leapt back onto his stone guardian. His eyes now scanned the battlefield with new intent.
Like a reaper of motion itself, he extended his life-threads again.
One by one, each berserker was bound. And one by one, their anger was halted. The Velocity Sync bound their emotional momentum to lifeless objects: stones, broken spears, fruit. All unmoving. All without will.
They shrank. Calmed. Questioned themselves.
Adamus struck them down not to kill, but to render them harmless.
The animated statues now regaining calm as the battle shifted reached down with their massive hands. Each scooped up the now-docile berserkers and imprisoned them gently, sealing them in divine stone cells.
One by one, the statues returned to stillness. Their purpose complete.
The kingdom no longer shook. Not from rage, at least.
Meanwhile, the battle between Moses and Pharaoh Thutmose III had just begun.
They stood across from each other in a war-torn plaza, locked in a tense stare. The ground between them cracked under the pressure of divine And demon power radiating from both sides.
Thutmose III raised his staff, a cruel grin on his face.
"Perfect. I've been chasing you for this, Moses. A dream come true for a predator… and a king. My prey walks to me. I can kill you and your brother right in front of your people. You'll be the perfect example."
Moses stepped forward, his grip tightening around his flame sword.
"You're wrong. Today is not your victory it's our deliverance. This is the day you let my people go. We Israelites have suffered for too long."
Thutmose's voice turned venomous, eyes flaring with hatred.
"No. You beast. All of you are monsters animals that deserve to be caged. Tortured. Just look at yourselves… your teeth, your fur, your tails. You're not people. You're creatures."
He sneered, walking forward as energy spiraled around him.
"I remember that day when your brother killed my father. And ever since, I've been waiting to return the pain. To kill your brother in front of you."
Moses clenched his jaw, his heart burning with a deeper fire.
"You think you're better than us because of how we look? We are people, just like you. And we will be free even if we die for it."
His voice softened, heavy with memory.
"Your father… Amenhotep II… he died apologizing to me. The day Aaron and I attacked to free our people, he caught up to me in battle. He won. He had me, ready to kill me mbut then he collapsed in my arms, in tears."
"He said he wanted things to go back. He missed his little brother. He said… he'd let the Israelites go. He just wanted me to come home."
"He dropped his staff. My brother didn't know what was happening. Before I could stop him… Aaron struck. And your father fell."
Thutmose III screamed. His staff cracked with dark energy as his fury erupted.
"LIES! My father hated the Israelites! Especially you, Moses! He'd never say those things!"
He thrust his staff forward, summoning infinite telekinesis, aiming to crush Moses with sheer force.
But nothing happened.
Moses stood unflinching. A golden shimmer flickered in the sky above the afterglow of Adamus's grained flames.
"You've already forgotten that boy up there fighting your berserkers," Moses said calmly. "Adamus's green flame nullifies your power of infinite telekinesis."
Thutmose roared in rage and charged.
He vanished mid-step, reappearing in front of Moses with a devastating punch that sent Moses crashing through several buildings. Rubble collapsed around him. As he rose, coughing blood, he whispered:
"How is he that fast…?"
In a blink, Moses teleported beside the Pharaoh, slicing with divine speed. The air screamed as the blade arced toward Thutmose only to be stopped by the Pharaoh's raised staff.
Thutmose laughed… until the sword glowed pure white faith incarnate and vanished.
It reappeared inside his stomach.
Blood gushed from the Pharaoh's mouth. Yet he smiled, eyes wild, as a blast of raw energy erupted from his wound, hurling Moses across the battlefield.
Grunting, Thutmose yanked the blade from his own body and hurled it at Moses like a spear. Moses caught it mid-flight and rose again.
They locked eyes.
"This is FUN!" Thutmose screamed, voice breaking with ecstasy. "I haven't fought like this in YEARS! When your brother killed my father… I was next in line. But I wasn't ready."
"I trained. I suffered. For years. Until I earned the crown. And now"
He raised his staff, which throbbed with swirling red and black energy. The air itself distorted around him, reality bending like heat waves.
"Now I get to use this power... on you."
Moses raised his blade of faith. His eyes glowed with fierce determination.
Moses looks up at the Pharaoh, breathing heavily. His face is bloodied, his armor cracked, but his eyes those ancient eyes burn with purpose.
"Why…?" he says, voice rough with pain. "Just let us go. Let my people go."
He raises a trembling arm and points to the sky, where an otherworldly storm churns above the hyperverse. The stars tremble. The very fabric of existence shudders.
"This world is ending, Pharaoh. All of it. The entire hyperverse is collapsing. My Father our Lord has spoken. This is the end of days. But it's not too late. You can still change. He forgives. He always forgives."
Pharaoh Thutmose III glares down, madness flaring in his gaze. His body pulses with red and black energy. He floats effortlessly above the ground, staff in hand, power surrounding him like a throne.
"You think your God is real?" he snarls. "You think He rules this place?"
He lifts both arms to the heavens.
"The ruler of this hyperverse is Lucifer.Lucifer is my god. That's why I'm this powerful. That's why I can hold back your Father's apocalypse. Look!"
He gestures at the rippling sky his energy shield burns against the collapsing scape of reality.
"This shield is proof. Lucifer is stronger than your God."
He lowers his staff, pointing it at Moses.
"Enough talking."
With a cruel grin, he waves his hand toward the fleeing crowd citizens, soldiers, slaves. Panic erupts on the shore as families board escape boats, children scream, chaos reigns.
Then, suddenly dozens of Israelite slaves are yanked into the air.
Their tiger tails flick with terror as the Pharaoh's infinite telekinesis binds them, their bodies suspended like marionettes.
"What are you doing?!" Moses screams.
The Pharaoh laughs cold, merciless.
"Let's see how many you can save, Great Savior."
One by one, the Israelites begin to explode, blood and limbs raining from the sky.
Moses watches in horror.
"No… STOP!" he screams, blasting forward through the air. Before he reaches him, the Pharaoh summons a four-part shield. His fists strike the barrier, but it holds firm red and black energy crackling like unholy fire.
The Pharaoh grips Moses by the throat mid-flight. As Moses struggles in his grasp, he tries to teleport but nothing happens. Why can't I teleport from his grasp? he thinks, panicked.
"You can't teleport while I'm touching you," the Pharaoh sneers then hurls him downward like a ragdoll.
A crater erupts beneath Moses's body. Explosions rain down. Dust fills the air.
Moses kneels in the rubble, blood dripping, one knee on the ground.
The Pharaoh hovers above, laughing as he pulls more of the floating Israelites toward Moses ready to make them explode, to bathe the prophet in the blood of his people.
Moses trembles. Tears fall from his eyes.
"My Lord… please… give me strength," Moses whispers, his voice trembling with exhaustion and faith. He bows his head low, fingers clasped tightly in prayer.
Then silence breaks.
A radiant figure descends, clothed in light not of this world. Only Moses can see it. Glowing white. Pure. Holy.
The presence stands before him gentle, immense, undeniable. The Holy Spirit reaches out, placing a hand over Moses's heart. A warmth, deeper than fire, flows into his soul.
"Do not fear," the Holy Spirit says, voice like thunder veiled in wind. "For I have redeemed you. I have summoned you by name you are Mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you. When you walk through the rivers, they shall not sweep over you. When you face the fire, you shall not be burned; the flames shall not consume you."
Moses's eyes widen, tears forming.
"I… I hear You…"
"I am the Lord your God," the Spirit continues, "the Holy One of Israel your Savior. Do not be deceived. The Lord cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. All who rise against you shall be put to shame. All who oppose you shall vanish like mist before the sun. I am the Lord, the One who takes hold of your right hand. I will help you."
Then, the light intensifies pure and overwhelming.
And the Holy Spirit speaks once more, a final whisper through eternity:
"I have come to answer your prayer."
And with that, the radiant presence flows into Moses's chest like a tide of glory.
His back straightens.
His eyes blaze anew.
He rises.
White energy erupts from him, reality twisting at the edges. His muscles surge. His armor shatters. His fur bristles with power. His tiger tail lashes, glowing white-hot.
He roars. A divine beast awakened.
Up above, Pharaoh Thutmose stops laughing.
"What… what is this?!"
Moses's voice shakes the skies:
"This ends. Now."
He launches forward blazing faster than immeasurable speed and his flaming tiger fist slams into the Pharaoh's face, shattering his barrier and sending him hurtling across the sky like a meteor.
The suspended Israelites fall safely to the ground.
The Pharaoh crashes into a wall, dragging rubble down with him.
He groans, stumbling to his feet.
"You... how did you move that fast?" he coughs. "You've… changed. Transformed…"
Moses advanced with divine fury burning in every step, his eyes fixed on the one who defiled his destiny.
"I was never a beast," he growled. "But you made me one."
The Pharaoh staggered to his feet, blood trailing from his mouth. His fingers wrapped around his staff as he raised his free hand, summoning a blast of energy.
But before he could release it
CRACK!
Moses teleported, reappearing beside him in a blink. He seized the Pharaoh's arm and with a savage roar, ripped it clean from the socket, Spartan-kicking the Pharaoh to the ground. It was the very arm that had held the staff.
The Pharaoh collapsed, screaming, "My staff!"
Moses towered over him, cold and relentless.
"Without that staff," he said, "you're nothing."
He drew his sword from his back a blade that began to glow with sacred light. In a flash, Moses blurred forward, slashing at blinding speed.
But the staff, still alive with enchantment, reacted firing a beam from behind that struck Moses square in the back and sent him flying.
He flipped midair, landing hard but steady not far from the Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh's body convulsed as his arm regenerated, bone and sinew weaving together with unholy speed. He grabbed his staff again, his fury mounting.
Moses charged.
The Pharaoh unleashed a volley of energy blasts raw, violent, apocalyptic. Moses weaved and teleported through them, dodging in streaks of white speed. The blasts vaporized buildings, some so powerful they tore through the sky and shattered distant planets.
And then they were face-to-face.
Boom.
Moses landed a punch.
Crack.
The Pharaoh retaliated.
Blow for blow, they clashed fists, kicks, energy slashes. The Pharaoh screamed and slashed across Moses's chest with his staff, carving a deep wound.
Moses gritted his teeth through the pain, grabbed the Pharaoh by the waist and suplexed him into the ground with divine wrath.
Mounted atop him, Moses rained down a storm of punches, each strike shaking the battlefield the planet itself trembling beneath the fury of his justice.
The Pharaoh, still clutching his staff, screamed.
It began to glow pulsing, then bursting with raw energy. With a thunderous explosion of force, he hurled Moses off of him.
They both skidded across the ground, rising slowly.
Bruised. Bloodied. Unbowed.
The Pharaoh stood tall, his staff crackling with ominous energy, one hand pressed to his face as he laughed a cold, echoing sound that filled the broken kingdom.
"You really are strong," he said, eyes gleaming. "The legends were true."
He lowered his hand, revealing a twisted grin.
"Maybe it's time I stop playing."
He raised the staff toward the heavens, crimson energy pulsating from its core.
"Unlike my father, I was born a prodigy. I mastered this staff better than any Pharaoh before me."
Moses narrowed his gaze. "It was never meant to be yours."
The Pharaoh smirked. "Just watch."
The sky turned blood-red as the staff rose, spinning above him. Dark clouds spiraled inward. Then, with a blinding pulse of red light, the Pharaoh's body and the staff fused energy flaring in an explosive swirl that devoured the skyline.
The Kingdom trembled.
And from that pillar of light emerged a transformed beast of darkness and madness.
He stood nearly ten feet tall, his frame now carved from raw muscle, pulsing with molten veins of magic. His two horns had grown long and jagged, blackened at the tips. He wore no shirt, only flowing white pants and enchanted golden gauntlets traced with ancient inscriptions. Diamond-lined braces shimmered around his wrists. His royal crown remained, now warped with arcane sigils and a long demon's tail curled behind him like a serpent.
Moses took a step back, the heat distorting the air.
"…What have you done?"
The Pharaoh roared, voice layered with power.
"I am the staff now. I don't need to wield it… I became it!"
His eyes glowed black and red as he raised a hand, dark magic boiling from his palm.
"I have… infinite power!"
A storm of red-and-black magical daggers appeared around him. With a flick of his hand, they launched toward Moses like a hellborn swarm.
Moses dodged and blinked through space, teleporting between crumbling towers. But the daggers kept coming relentless, self-replicating.
One sliced into his calf.
He grunted and fell to one knee.
A wave of daggers manifested before him closing in.
He rolled, ripped the dagger from his leg, and launched into a sprint then teleported straight in front of the Pharaoh and punched him square in the face.
The Pharaoh barely flinched.
"That's all you've got?"
He struck Moses with a barrage of brutal punches, each blow like a Collapsing Galaxies. Moses staggered then dropped.
The Pharaoh raised his foot to crush him
Voom.
Moses vanished, reappearing mid-air behind him and kicked the Pharaoh in the jaw, staggering him.
But the Pharaoh snarled, grabbed Moses's leg mid-fall, and slammed him into the ground, shattering the stone beneath them.
Moses, gasping, unsheathed his sword with a flash and sliced through the Pharaoh's arm in a single motion.
The limb fell.
But faster than instant, it regenerated, pulsing back into place.
Moses stepped back, breath ragged.
"I can't… do this alone," he whispered.
The Pharaoh laughed, eyes wild. "This is too fun!"
Another swarm of daggers formed.
Moses watched, helpless, as they swirled toward him.
Then
WHOOOM.
A green shield shimmered into place in front of Moses, the daggers shattering against it like glass against stone.
Both warriors looked up.
Standing atop a ruined building, bathed in light, was Adamus hand extended, life strings glowing around his arm, forming the celestial shield.
"Backup has arrived," he said calmly.
His golden eyes locked onto the Pharaoh.
The air shifted.
The battle had just evolved.
Adamus flashes beside Moses in a streak of golden speed.
Adamus:
Moses, rest. I'll handle the rest of this.
Moses, shaking his head:
No. We do this together. He has to pay for what he's done.
Before either can move again, the Pharaoh roars:
Pharaoh:
Enough talking!
The crown on his head pulses with black and red light as the entire kingdom trembles. His infinite telekinesis stirs the earth. Suddenly, magical lava erupts from beneath Moses and Adamus searing geysers of molten fire piercing the skies like divine spears. Every time they land, another column explodes from the ground.
Adamus dodges, flipping midair. He glances around the lava isn't just targeting them. Civilians are caught in the chaos, screaming as magical fire and lava rains down.
Adamus, furious:
"You don't care! You're hurting your own people!"
The Pharaoh laughs, a cold, cruel sound that echoes through the volcanic chaos as rivers of magical lava burst violently around him.
Pharaoh, mocking:
"These people… are my playthings, my pawns. I do with them as I please."
He gestures casually, and another explosion of molten magic erupts from the ground, sending fire and ash into the sky.
Pharaoh, confident:
"When I'm done crushing you and Moses in this foolish rebellion, I will rebuild everything but under my rule."
Another eruption. Adamus launches toward the Pharaoh and lands a full-powered punch. It does nothing.
The Pharaoh laughs. A monstrous tail lashes out, slamming Adamus to the ground. The earth cracks beneath him.
Pharaoh (foot pressing down):
I will crush you like the bug you are!
But suddenly a flash of light.
Moses appears above the Pharaoh and drives his blade between the Pharaoh's eyes.
The Pharaoh staggers, snarling. He yanks the sword out; his wound begins to heal instantly. With a flick of his power, he shatters Moses's sword like glass.
He looks around, confused.
"Where did they?"
WHAM!
Both Adamus and Moses appear behind him, simultaneously punching him in the face.
He barely moves then retaliates. A massive energy blast erupts from his hands, sending both heroes flying.
Crater impacts. Dust clouds.
Moses groans, rising.
"What now? He's gotten even stronger…"
Adamus, breathing hard:
"Then I'll get stronger, too."
His life strings ignite, glowing gold as they connect to nature itself. Vines, wind, fire, and storm surge into his body. His green flames intensify, swirling with divine fury.
But the Pharaoh isn't finished. He summons his psychic daggers jagged, shimmering blades of telekinetic force and sends them hurtling toward Moses and Adamus.
Moses prepares to teleport, but Adamus raises a hand.
Adamus:
"Wait. I've got an idea."
Just as the daggers close in, Adamus grabs the life strings of Moses and the Pharaoh.
Adamus:
"Switch."
In an instant the Pharaoh takes their place.
The daggers plunge into his own chest.
Pharaoh, shocked and bleeding:
"How… am I here?"
He growls, ripping the blades out with telekinesis. But something is wrong. He looks around and the world is changing.
Shapes impossible to describe unfold around him. The air turns into color. Space becomes music. His feet no longer touch the ground.
He stands inside Adamus's Dimension Ascension.
A higher-dimensional domain engulfs a portion of the kingdom, lifting reality itself to a divine plane.
Pharaoh, unsettled:
"What… is this?"
Adamus (hovering beside Moses, distant):
"This is a sacred space one where destruction won't reach the world."
Moses, charging power into his hands:
"Because what's coming… will erase everything inside."
Adamus roars:
"OM MANI PADME HUM!!"
Moses cries out:
"FLAMES OF THE HOLY SPIRIT!!"
The two blasts surge forward green and White fire entwined a spiraling storm of absolute energy.
They strike the Pharaoh and detonate.
An explosion erupted within his Dimension Ascension's domain reality a cataclysmic blast of unimaginable power. It was strong enough to annihilate multiple entire universes, compressing and devouring them in raw dimensional force. Yet, this microcosmic apocalypse remained perfectly contained; the domain's impenetrable shields held firm, preventing any damage from spilling into the outside world.
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Narrator:
Some beings can wield energy powerful enough to destroy entire universes. Yet, through mastery, they can compress that immense force into a tiny, controlled explosion that affects only the person they are aiming at. Others create a domain a personal reality that contains such cataclysms, ensuring the universe outside remains untouched, and only the target within endures the devastation.
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Adamus and Moses fall to one knee, breathing hard.
The domain collapses. Higher shapes dissolve into the air, flowing back into Adamus's body like sacred water.
Adamus:
"That… took everything."
Moses:
"Me too."
The dust finally clears.
The Pharaoh lies in pieces.
Bleeding.
The Pharaoh writhed on the ground, his breath ragged, body broken, blood sizzling in the heat of the war-ravaged earth. Moses stood over him, staff still smoking, eyes burning not with vengeance, but with relief.
"It's finally over," Moses murmured. "My people can be free."
Adamus didn't answer at first. He stared into the distance, his jaw tight, gaze heavy with something unresolved. His voice, when it came, was quiet almost reverent.
"No... it's not over yet."
Moses turned sharply. "What?"
Adamus nodded toward the horizon, where the dark red sky trembled, still holding back a coming cataclysm.
"We still have to save everyone on this planet and get them on the ark Noah's Ark. Before that energy destroys everything." He paused, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering sky. "The Pharaoh's barrier is the only thing holding back the end. But it won't last much longer."
Then, pointing upward, Adamus whispered, "Look."
Far above, in the fractured twilight sky, they saw them: Hunter, riding a crest of divine water, gently lifting people and carrying them across the broken lands toward the sky-bound ark. Kiyohime stood near him, her magic manifesting serpentine spirits of light and shadow snakes that devoured the terrified citizens only to cradle them within and deliver them safely to the boat, unharmed, as if reborn. And at the helm, Noah guided the colossal vessel with the radiant force of ancient faith, his arms stretched to the winds, steering their salvation through the heavens.
Adamus smiled faintly, waving. "Right on time."
From atop the ark, Noah's voice boomed across the chaos. "Looks like you guys got the job done!"
Suddenly, the sky shattered.
A terrible sound like the snapping of God's spine ripped through the clouds. Cracks split across the heavens like crimson lightning. The Pharaoh's planetary shield, once glowing deep red and solid as myth, fractured. One massive crack opened above them all, and the light that bled from it was not light it was oblivion.
Noah screamed from the ark, "Hurry up! Get on the boat! That shield's about to break we don't have much time!"
Then something moved something monstrous.
The Pharaoh's broken body twitched. His wounds no longer bled; they sizzled. His flesh, black and red, began to bubble, twist, and surge outward. His body lost human shape, forming a writhing mass of regenerative matter, growing taller... wider... darker. His scream was not of pain, but of rebirth.
Adamus and Moses leapt onto the ark's deck, watching the nightmare unfold. The citizens screamed. The very sky seemed to recoil.
Moses's face drained of color. "No... I thought we finished him. But his regeneration it's fused with the power of that staff…"
The creature still the Pharaoh in spirit finished taking shape. A demonic giant stood where a man once lay. Brute muscles rippled beneath obsidian skin. Horns curled toward the stars. His eyes glowed a sickening crimson. A demon-tail lashed behind him, leaving gashes in the air itself.
"I CAN NEVER DIE!" the Pharaoh bellowed. "MY POWER IS INFINITY!"
With a flick of his clawed hand, reality trembled. The ark and all who rode it froze midair caught in the grip of boundless telekinesis. Everyone floated, helpless: Hunter, Moses, Aaron, Noah, his family, Kiyohime, and the multitudes rescued from across the hyperverse. Even Adamus hovered, immobilized.
"You're not going anywhere," the Pharaoh snarled. "These people... are MINE. My slaves. My citizens. My kingdom."
Adamus struggled against the invisible force. His green flames sputtered, weakened, his body drained from the battle and the energy expended during the Dimension Ascension. "I can't resist it," he whispered. "My fire... it's not adapting…"
Around him, his friends and allies floated like shattered stars, unable to move. The Pharaoh reached out, plucking Moses, Aaron, and Kiyohime toward him with casual cruelty.
"I wonder who should die first?" the monster mused. "The ones who killed my brother... or the woman who ignited this entire rebellion."
Moses cried out, "Take me! Just let the others go!"
Aaron's voice trembled. "No! Kill me first I can't bear to watch him die!"
The Pharaoh laughed an awful, shaking sound.
But in his arrogance, he didn't see the violet shimmer in Kiyohime's eyes.
The Toki no Me awakened.
A storm of purple light burst forth from her gaze, warping the very air around the Pharaoh. Time itself fractured under the strain, and the Pharaoh's overwhelming telekinetic grip infinite and crushing wavered for a moment. Seizing that instant of grace, Kiyohime broke free from the unyielding telekinetic chains that held her, though all others remained trapped, powerless within the psychic prison.
With fierce determination, she dropped onto the Pharaoh's massive arm, sprinting up his towering body. She leapt fluidly from bicep to shoulder, her enchanted blade flashing with deadly precision as it sliced through thick, burning flesh.
When she reached his eye, she didn't hesitate diving straight through the socket, her blade piercing deep into the beast's brain. Inside his mind, she carved a path of destruction, severing connections, unraveling his thoughts, and shattering his control from within.
The Pharaoh screamed.
But he did not fall.
With a howl of rage, he tore open his own skull with telekinesis, yanking Kiyohime from his brain. His head resealed itself in seconds, perfectly whole. His face twisted with fury.
"You little WITCH."
He hurled her toward the ark.
She struck its deck, blood pooling beneath her, barely conscious. Then without warning daggers appeared. Crimson, spectral, cruel. One stabbed her in the stomach. Another hovered before her face.
Adamus caught it.
The blade burst in his hand, shattered by the wrath of green fire blackened at the edges flames that sang of purity and vengeance. His golden halo flared above his head. His eyes golden and burning pierced through reality.
Adamus stood over her. A protector. A fury.
Every time a dagger formed, he crushed it.
He looked at the Pharaoh, disgust bleeding into rage. "You're disgusting," he said coldly. "The way you treat people... you're making me angry."
The Pharaoh sneered. "Am I supposed to be afraid of your anger?"
Adamus didn't answer.
He vanished.
Then, he appeared right in front of the towering demon Pharaoh.
A single punch.
One golden fist, burning with the remnants of justice, faith, fury, compassion, and something older.
The Pharaoh's massive body rocketed backward, crashing into the earth. The telekinetic grip on the ark shattered. Everyone dropped onto the deck with a cry.
And above them, in the broken sky, Adamus hovered still, silent, and utterly emotionless.
Kiyohime staggered to her feet, blood dripping down. She yanked the dagger from her stomach with a sharp breath, her hands trembling only for a moment before the magic of her sword pulsed black and violet. The wound began to close, her skin stitching together with time manipulation.
Her eyes narrowed toward the battlefield, catching sight of the flames those black flames. They danced again across Adamus's body, a haunting crown of void around his head. And above him… the halo.
"He's burning again," she murmured. "Those black flames... and the halo. The last time this happened he lost control."
Beside her, Moses and Hunter tensed. "Then let's help him," Moses said, already stepping forward.
Kiyohime raised her hand sharply. "No. He's got this. We need to keep saving people there's no time to hesitate."
Moses: "The Pharaoh is too strong!"
Hunter snapped back: "You've seen what he becomes when those flames consume him. He's the warrior of fire unstoppable! If you truly want to save your people, we can't stay. We need to evacuate this planet now."
As they looked to the skies, a deep tremor rippled through the world. The Pharaoh's celestial energy shield cracked then shattered. The energy of the end times, that apocalyptic destruction, was drawing closer. Suns collapsed beside their system. Neighboring planets were torn apart like paper.
Kiyohime turned back one final time. "You better win. And you better come back," she whispered. Then she vanished into motion, vanishing into the effort of rescue.
Back on the battlefield...
The Pharaoh rose slowly, brushing dust from his divine robes, his expression curling into a twisted smile.
"That actually hurt, you little brat."
Adamus didn't respond. His eyes were vacant. Emotionless. His body didn't flinch, even as the Pharaoh grabbed him by the arms and slammed him to the earth, raining down punch after punch. Each blow echoed like war drums.
But then Adamus's arm moved just slightly. His fingers twitched. Then, like a breaking storm, he caught the Pharaoh's hand and threw him back with crushing force.
The black flames erupted from his body.
They weren't just fire.
They erased.
Screams echoed through the city. Citizens fled in terror as the flames twisted and expanded, erasing walls, limbs, even air itself. Whole towers vanished into the void. Men and women screamed as they dissolved mid-run.
Inside Adamus's mind...
He stood in a vast, white dimension a void.
And he watched.
Watched himself standing still while death bloomed around him.
"NO!" he shouted, voice breaking. "Stop I don't want this! I don't want to kill anybody!"
He turned and saw it: the Black Lotus. A flower blooming in flame, its petals of shadow curling madly. His body below was no longer his it was a vessel of annihilation.
"Why are you doing this!?" he screamed. "Why are you controlling me?!"
The void rippled and Vajrapani appeared before him, tall, solemn, and shrouded in sacred light.
"You must control the Black Lotus," Vajrapani said. "It nearly consumed you last time. Now it is stronger. It does not need to latch on physically it is already inside you."
"How do I fight something like that?" Adamus asked, breathless.
"With emptiness," Vajrapani replied. "The Black Lotus feeds on your void. You must do the opposite. You must feel. Fill yourself with emotion. Faith. Resolve. Meditate. Overwhelm it with your soul."
Adamus knelt and closed his eyes.
He began to meditate.
Golden light shimmered in his gaze. He reached deep into pain, joy, memories, love and pushed against the fire. Black tendrils wrapped his arms. Chains of ash clung to his legs. His memories started fading. His heart grew cold.
"I can't!" he shouted. "The more I fight it, the more I forget who I am!"
Then a voice.
A holy voice.
"Then have faith."
Adamus turned. A figure stood beside Vajrapani cloaked in white, glowing like dawn. His voice was the whisper of wind through olive branches.
"You were the one before," Adamus said. "The one I saw when I broke… Are you the Father?"
The figure smiled. "Something like that. I am the Holy Spirit. You believe in the Lord of Hosts. Your faith has made you pure."
He stepped forward and laid a hand on Adamus's shoulder.
"For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, 'Do not fear;
I will help you.'"
Light surged.
Adamus's eyes burned gold, brighter than ever. Power roared through his body.
The Black Lotus screamed in protest.
But he stood tall and pulled it into himself.
There was an explosion of black and gold.
Then silence.
Adamus looked down.
He was covered in a new form armored in midnight, eyes glowing like embers across his suit. From his back, massive wings unfolded.
Black Lotus Form First Transformation
The wings were alive woven from the Black Lotus itself, now bound to his will and the sacred light of the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal.
They were black as the abyss, yet ringed with golden light that pulsed like the heartbeat of creation. Each wing bore four golden eyes eight total watchful, unblinking universities shimmered in the folds of their feathers, each motion fractal and infinite.
They hovered, silent and sovereign. With each motion, they bent reality itself twisting light, space, and even thought.
Adamus turned slowly.
"What… is this?" he whispered.
Vajrapani answered with awe.
"You did it. With help from the Holy Spirit, you have tamed the Black Lotus at least for now. You wear it as a suit. But it is a fragile harmony. It can still consume you if you fall again into emptiness. This form these wings will only awaken when your soul breaks and is reforged."
Adamus clenched his fist, now pulsing with divine-black power. "Then I'll use it well."
"Then look at my life strings," Vajrapani said, "and understand the weapons now at your command."
Adamus nodded. He reached out, touched Vajrapani's golden life strings and suddenly, he understood.
Power. Compassion. Judgment. Justice.
With newfound clarity, Adamus's spirit surged back into his body no longer adrift in his inner dimension, but anchored now in the broken world around him.
The battlefield trembled.
Black flames coiled around him not as destruction, but as design. They did not devour. They shaped.
His armor darkened into a midnight black, molded by the Black Lotus itself. Golden eyes opened across his wings four on the front of each wing, four on the back unyielding, watchful, alive. The wings themselves spread wide, silent and commanding, woven from void and light. They shimmered with divine tension, wrapped in both judgment and grace.
The black lotus surrounded his form, enveloping his outfit until it bloomed anew black, gilded, sacred.
He stood transformed.
The Black Lotus In form.
The Angel of the Thunderbolt Dharma.
And he was no longer uncertain.
He was ready.