Chapter 158 "The Celestial Duplicator"
Lysandra had just flown off, leaving a long current of air behind her, when the whole group fell silent for a few seconds.
Then Valor snapped his fingers:
— Well! Now that she's gone, can someone explain why everyone keeps accusing me of quitting like I was scared?
Lya calmly raised her hand:
— Because that's literally what you did.
Valor turned to her, shocked:
— You too? But I quit for the beauty of the fight! To preserve balance! To… to let Drake breathe a little!
Drake, quietly sitting on the ground while bandaging his arm, raised an eyebrow:
— But I didn't even have any mana left…
Valor froze.
— Exactly! That's what I'm saying: we had to preserve the old man's honor.
Naël chuckled:
— Honestly, you're unbelievable. You just turned a forfeit into a heroic act. Is that a hidden talent?
— A major talent, Valor replied, puffing out his chest.
Nova added without looking up:
— Besides, Drake doesn't even use mana, so your excuse is worthless.
Valor nearly choked.
---
Meanwhile, Elyon was examining his new body as if he had just unlocked a legendary skin.
— Mother… I truly love you. Look at me, I've got a cosmic ratio now.
Liora smiled, prouder than ever:
— Of course, I'm the one who created you.
Ryn crossed his arms:
— Just to be sure… we all agree this body is stronger, faster, more focused, and has even greater evolutionary potential?
Elyon flashed a far-too-satisfied grin:
— Naturally. And most importantly… it no longer restricts my chaotic impulses.
Everyone turned to Liora with the panic of parents at a school meeting.
— COMMANDER??? shouted Lya. Why did you allow that?!
— Calm down, said Liora. I added a safety system.
Naël leaned forward:
— What kind of safety?
Liora shrugged:
— If Elyon does something truly stupid, I rip his soul out for three seconds. That's enough to set him straight.
Elyon paled:
— WHAT?!
— I warned you, my son. Exemplary behavior, or *snap*, a little divine sanction.
The group froze at the soft yet terrifying threat.
Valor burst out laughing:
— HAHA! Even I'm scared of her, seriously—she can rip out souls.
Drake nodded:
— Confirmed.
---
Suddenly, a vibration echoed throughout the HQ. Not an alarm… a resonance. One that meant: *Something cosmic has appeared, and it might not be friendly.*
Arthur placed his hand on Excalibur.
— This aura… it's neither Elyon's nor the Creator's.
Beatrice stepped back:
— It looks like… a portal. A massive portal. A gigantic rift.
Ryn paled slightly:
— No… impossible… it's the signature of the Realm of Echoes.
Valor blinked:
— The realm of who?
Ryn took a deep breath:
— The Celestial Duplicator. The guy who can create perfect copies of living beings, worlds, objects, techniques… absolutely everything.
Valor grinned broadly:
— Interesting.
Lya:
— No, Valor, you are NOT going to fight against yourself multiplied by a thousand. NO. Against 500 versions of yourself—it's stupid, it's suicidal, it's illegal.
Valor was already cracking his knuckles:
— Just let me try. One little fight. Just a taste.
Drake sighed:
— I'm almost starting to regret letting him live…
Annabelle clapped her hands:
— Well, what's the plan? Do we protect the HQ or let Valor go die with his clones?
Valor raised a finger:
— For the record, I never die. Reality gets tired before I do.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
---
The rift finally opened.
A figure stepped out.
A calm being, smiling, short white hair, wearing a white coat covered in glowing symbols.
He looked at them all and said:
— So… which one of you wants to be copied first?
Total silence.
Then, all at once:
— VALOR! shouted the whole group.
Valor threw up his arms, scandalized:
— WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?! Why never someone else?! Copy Drake! Copy Nova! Copy Elyon! I'm not your toy!
The Duplicator smiled.
— Very well. Valor… step forward. I want to test your essence.
Valor grinned:
— I'm ready to shine.
Lya whispered:
— This is going to be the chapter where everything explodes…
Nova replied without even lifting his eyes from his book:
— As usual.
Elyon smiled a smile so demonic it made you want to kill him, and said:
— It's been a long time since I let myself go.
Lya muttered as she released her shadow dagger:
— I feel like this guy is going to fix me.
Ryn frowned:
— Don't be treacherous, Lya.
At the back, Valen and Zarion were calmly chatting with Liora.
Valen:
— Should we intervene?
Zarion:
— Intervene? In this chaos? Never. They'll kill each other before we even understand what's happening.
Liora narrowed her eyes:
— You might be right.
Chapter 159 – "The Copier Who Went Too Far"
The rift kept rumbling like a thunderstorm about to explode, while the Celestial Duplicator walked forward with slow, perfectly controlled steps.
Every movement seemed calculated, almost… elegant.
And that was exactly what worried everyone.
Except Valor.
Valor was smiling like he'd just spotted a walking power-up.
— So, Duplicator, you wanna copy me? I warn you, my essence is too rare. You might break something.
The Duplicator tilted his head, serious:
— I am aware. That is why I begin with you. You are… a good test.
Lya threw her arms up:
— A good test?! It's Valor, not a lab experiment!
Naël sighed:
— Actually… yes. That's exactly what he is.
Valor: — Hey!!
---
The Duplicator raised his hand.
A circle of light formed around Valor, like a divine scanner.
Ryn immediately stepped back:
— Careful! That thing analyzes everything, even the mental structure!
Everyone turned to Valor with concern.
Nova, calm as ever:
— So it's going to scan… his brain?
Silence.
Valor crossed his arms:
— Just saying, you'll need high-end equipment.
Elyon burst out laughing:
— Bro, they're going to detect quantum empty space in there.
Valor: — Wrong. It's empty space controlled through mastery.
---
The scan began.
The light passed over his body.
Then it reached his head.
At that exact moment, the Duplicator blinked.
His smile froze.
— …Wait.
The light circle suddenly trembled.
— This is… not normal.
Valor puffed out his chest:
— Told you. My mind surpasses logic.
The Duplicator, perplexed:
— No… that's not it…
Your psyche is… indescribable.
Naël burst out laughing:
— In short, you can't read his brain?
The Duplicator turned to him, shocked:
— Read what exactly? I detected nothing. It's like his mind is an empty room with a chair inside… and the chair is also empty.
Valor, offended:
— Hey! I use that chair to think!
---
The scan finally stabilized.
But suddenly…
BOOM.
A burst of light shook the whole room.
Everyone shielded their eyes.
When the smoke cleared…
A figure appeared.
---
Valor… but not fully.
A clone identical, but… slightly bugged.
Its aura crackled strangely.
Its face flickered like an unloaded texture.
Its left arm was… in light-mode.
Valor stepped back:
— Wait. What is THIS??
The Duplicator exhaled deeply, red with shame:
— I… I don't understand…
Your essence refuses full duplication.
Nova closed his book:
— So even multiversal gods can't handle this crackhead.
Lya sighed:
— Valor is officially incompatible with reality. I knew it.
Elyon, delighted by the chaos:
— I love this chapter.
---
The clone emitted a bizarre noise:
TCHRRR—VRRRR—RRRRR.
Then it pointed at Valor:
— I AM THE ULTIMATE VERSION.
Valor: — What?! No that's crazy, I'm the ultimate version of me!
The clone lurched forward like a walking glitch:
— I AM MORE STABLE.
Naël exploded laughing:
— Now that's scientifically impossible. More stable than Valor? There's no universe where that's true.
The clone crackled again:
— I MUST DESTROY THE ORIGINAL TO BE PERFECT.
Valor opened his arms, offended:
— Seriously?? You send me a bootleg version AND it wants to fight me?!
Lya:
— Valor… even your copies want to beat you up.
It's a sign.
---
Valor entered "ready to fight" mode.
He cracked his neck.
— You glitchy knock-off, I'll show you the real version.
The clone:
— I AM THE PATCHED VERSION.
Valor shouted:
— PATCHED??!!
I've never been patched! I'm 100% ORIGINAL BUG!
---
The Duplicator stepped back, worried.
— I did not mean to create a threat.
But this clone is unstable. It could…
Suddenly the clone screamed:
— GLITCH SUPREME REPEL!!
A warped shockwave blew a chunk off the ceiling.
Drake raised an arm:
— Yeah. That one's gonna be annoying.
Naël hid behind Ryn:
— No but wait—if this thing starts copying all of Valor's techniques…
We're ALL gonna die.
Annabelle:
— Why does Valor NEVER get normal clones??
Valor:
— Because I'm UNIQUE. It's a rare privilege.
Lya:
— No. It's a curse. A real one.
---
The clone rose, glitching harder.
— ACTIVATION: VERSION 2.0.
Valor:
— HUH?!
What do you mean 2.0?! I'm not even 1.5 yet!!
Elyon clapped like it was a circus act:
— Magnificent. Approved.
Liora sighed deeply:
— Alright…
If this continues…
I'll have to intervene.
Valor:
— Wait! At least let me show I can beat a living computer bug!
Lya:
— Honestly…
I kinda want to see that.
---
And so began the fight nobody asked for.
Valor stared at the glitchy clone vibrating like an overheating PC from the early 2000s.
— I don't wanna fight this version of me. It's too defective.
It doesn't respect the greatness that is me. I refuse.
Nova turned a page in his book.
— Very well… I'll handle it.
He said it so casually no one reacted in time.
In a single movement, fast like a sudden network outage, Nova slashed the air with his mana blade.
The cut fractured space itself, and all the clone's multidimensional barriers shredded like wet paper.
The clone emitted a panicked BRRRZZZKKHH.
— ERROR… ERROR… SYSTEM—
He didn't finish.
Lya was already in the air.
Two massive black wings spread behind her, her spectral aura shimmering.
— Move. It's my turn.
The clone fired a rain of warped energy beams.
But Lya entered her spectral form.
The attacks passed straight through her.
Ryn applauded:
— Always stylish, that intangibility…
With a clean, precise, almost surgical move, Lya sliced the clone into twelve pieces.
Then, without hesitation, she ignited her black flames.
— Purification… Lya version.
The flames devoured the clone completely, disintegrating it in a chaotic CRRRRSHHH, before it pixelized into nothing.
Silence.
Then Ryn shouted:
— LYA!! You could have devoured it!
You would've gained its abilities! That was a boosted Valor copy!!
Lya froze.
— …
Oh shoot…
Why didn't I think of that?!
Annabelle clapped sarcastically:
— Of course you didn't think about it!
Aren't you the one who said we should respect our allies?
"We don't copy teammates", bla bla bla.
Look at you now! Acting like Lya Intern 2.0.
Ryn frowned:
— I'm NOT like her!
…Not totally.
Lya smiled, demonically:
— You're digging your own grave, Ryn.
---
Valor, shocked, pointed at the spot where the clone vanished:
— What were those fraudulent clones?!
That's not what we agreed on, Duplicator!
You promised me a clone worthy of me! That thing was a walking bug, not a copy!
The Duplicator ran a hand down his face, ashamed:
— I… It's… It's not my fault.
Your essence… refuses to stay stable.
It's like trying to copy a caffeinated supernova…
Valor puffed out his chest again:
— So I'm too powerful, okay, thank you.
The Duplicator raised a finger:
— No, that's not it.
You're too… chaotic.
Even the universe hesitates to understand you.
Valor went silent.
Then declared:
— That's not a flaw.
It's a rare quality.
Everyone rolled their eyes at the same time.
---
The Duplicator inhaled deeply.
— Very well…
I'll have to create something better.
An optimized version.
A supreme version.
The pinnacle of my technique…
Valor smiled, flattered:
— Ah, finally. Some respect for my greatness.
The Duplicator raised both hands, divine energy swirling around him.
— I will create Valor Prime.
The entire HQ froze.
Naël paled.
Annabelle whispered:
— We're going to die. Officially.
Drake, who had just sat on the floor, pressed his forehead into his hand:
— I should've retired after my last fight…
Lya tightened her grip on her sword:
— Valor Prime…
If it's an upgraded version of that clown…
We're in trouble.
Elyon was already smiling like a demon:
— YES. Finally, entertainment.
Liora closed her eyes:
— This chapter will end badly, I feel it…
Valor pointed dramatically to the sky:
— Create your Valor Prime!
But know this:
I am already perfect.
You cannot improve the peak of existence!
He placed a hand on his chest:
— Unless you make me even more handsome. That I'll accept.
---
The entire room began to shake from the Duplicator's energy.
A gigantic circle opened behind him.
The air became heavy, vibrating.
A massive shadow started forming…
The world was clearly not ready.
Chapter 160 – "The Essence of Chaos, the Copy and the Original"
The entire room was still shaking from the breach left by the Celestial Duplicator.
Valor walked toward the being like a superstar walking down a red carpet.
"Prepare yourself to witness something unique," he said, rolling his shoulders.
Lya whispered to Naël:
"I bet he's going to say 'I am the greatest mage of all time' within ten seconds."
Valor raised his hand:
"I AM THE GREATEST MAGE OF ALL TIME!"
"There it is," sighed Lya.
---
"Annabelle, repeat after me."
The Duplicator placed his hand on Valor's forehead.
Instantly, the room was shaken by a wave of white energy.
"Hm… interesting," said the Duplicator.
"Your essence is unstable, arrogant, unbalanced, and completely absurd."
"Thank you," replied Valor, convinced it was a compliment.
"…That wasn't a compliment," the Duplicator clarified.
Valor froze.
"Oh?"
Behind them, Elyon chuckled softly, resting his head on his hand.
"It's been a while since someone roasted Valor that calmly. I already like this guy."
Liora shot him a sideways glare:
"Don't forget your safety system, my son."
Elyon froze instantly.
"…Yes mom."
---
The light intensified.
The Duplicator stepped back and declared:
"Very well. I will now create… Valor Prime."
The whole room went silent.
"Valor what?" asked Nova without lifting his eyes from his book.
"Valor… PRIME," repeated the Duplicator.
"A perfect copy. Without flaws, without useless pride, optimized in every capacity."
Valor raised an eyebrow:
"Without useless pride? I'm offended."
Lya leaned towards Annabelle:
"So… an upgraded version of Valor."
"That really exists?" Annabelle replied.
The light exploded across the arena.
A silhouette formed.
Same build.
Same aura.
But…
He emanated a calm and mastery completely foreign to the original Valor.
The being opened his eyes.
"I am Valor Prime. Superior version. Without the bugs."
Valor froze.
"Excuse me?! I have bugs?!"
The copy replied with perfect calm:
"Yes. Many.
The main one being your ego, which takes up 78% of your mental memory."
The whole HQ fell over laughing.
Drake wiped a tear:
"That's too accurate to be wrong…"
Nova finally looked up:
"I approve. This version deserves to replace the original."
Valor turned cosmic red.
"OK you. ME. Fake version of me. You want to fight?!"
Valor Prime folded his arms calmly.
"No."
"… Huh?"
"Fighting you would be a waste of energy.
I would defeat you far too easily."
Valor threw his hands in the air.
"WHAT IS THIS INSOLENT CLONE?!"
Lya was crying with laughter:
"It's literally you… but telling the truth."
---
The Duplicator turned to Elyon, amused:
"And you, being of Chaos… do you wish to be copied?"
Elyon lifted his head, a dangerous smile growing:
"Oooh yes. Copy me. I've always wanted to see what I'd be without my limits."
Liora leapt forward:
"NO! We do NOT copy Elyon! You do NOT multiply Chaos! One is already TOO MUCH!"
But Elyon pointed at her:
"Mom, relax… I'm stable now.
(The safety system began to glow.)
…Okay, slightly stable."
The Duplicator moved his hand closer…
Liora screamed:
"STOP—!!"
"Too late," the Duplicator replied calmly.
A massive aura burst exploded.
When the light faded…
A second silhouette stood in the arena.
Same face.
Same kimono.
Same demonic smile.
Except this one… had eyes black like a dimensional void.
The clone stretched.
"Oooh… finally free.
No divine mother to limit me."
The real Elyon paled.
"Okay, I take back what I said. I do NOT like seeing myself like that."
Liora clapped her hands, voice turning divine-general-mode:
"CHILDREN! FORMATION!
WE DO NOT LET AN UNSUPERVISED ELYON WALK AROUND!"
Ryn whispered:
"We should've unplugged the breach."
Nova slowly closed his book.
"This chapter is going to escalate. I can feel it."
Valen whispered to Zarion:
"We're not paid enough to handle two Elyons."
"We're not even paid at all," Zarion replied.
And in the middle of the chaos, the Duplicator declared with a smile:
"Very well. Two copies created.
Now… let's test your world."
The breach behind him widened.
---
Annabelle: "Me and Valor against his Prime version. The rest of you—do whatever you want."
Her declaration hit the room like a magical bomb.
"Me and Valor against his Prime version.
The rest of you… deal with everything else."
Silence.
Then the entire HQ screamed together:
"ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?!"
Valor, petrified, turned toward her:
"Wait… you mean… a DUO with ME? I mean, I'm incredibly strong okay, but with someone as unstable as you…"
Annabelle calmly placed a hand on his shoulder, flashing a dangerous smile:
"Valor.
That's exactly what makes it perfect."
Valor froze.
"…I like this woman."
Lya clapped like a tired teacher:
"NO! NO SHIPPING! NO ROMANCE! WE ARE TRYING TO SURVIVE HERE!"
Annabelle raised a finger:
"Duo. Not couple. Calm your imagination, Lya."
Lya crossed her arms:
"Sorry for trying to save the timeline…"
---
Facing them, Valor Prime watched the scene like an overpowered computer.
"Two mages cooperating… fascinating.
But pointless."
Valor jumped like an angry cat:
"POINTLESS?!
You! Demo version of me! Come see what stylish magic looks like!"
Annabelle sighed:
"Valor… normally we make a plan."
Valor:
"The plan is: I attack."
Annabelle:
"…Valor logic.
Fine. I'll adapt."
Magic circles surrounded Valor Prime.
Valor teleported above him, delivered a fierce kick, then landed beside Annabelle.
She raised her hand:
huge chains rose from the ground, wrapping around Valor Prime and sealing his mana.
She then opened a portal linking the circles to a vortex of compressed energy and released it.
Valor followed:
"Solar Burst — Compressed Version!"
His magic shot into a second portal, emerging right in front of Valor Prime.
A massive explosion echoed.
---
Meanwhile, another disaster was unfolding.
Elyon's clone was walking calmly, hands behind his back, like visiting a museum.
The real Elyon panicked:
"Don't let him touch anything! Actually no—let him touch NOTHING. Even the air is too fragile for him."
Liora shifted into "chaos mom + general" mode:
"EVERYONE! FORM A CIRCLE!
WE DO NOT LET AN UNSUPERVISED ELYON MODIFY REALITY INTO SALAD!"
The clone turned his head:
"Mother…
You're not my mother."
Liora's eyes went black.
"You. Move one more millimeter and I deactivate you like a cracked golem."
Ryn, shocked:
"I didn't know you could deactivate a god."
Naël:
"Liora can do anything. That's the problem."
Nova, bored:
"I bet three credits she puts him in the corner by the end of the chapter."
---
Back to the kamikaze duo: Valor & Annabelle.
The explosion faded.
Valor Prime was still standing, slightly impaled by the spikes but completely stable.
He smiled.
"Interesting."
Annabelle snapped her fingers.
The spikes rearranged, locking him even further.
"Valor, I propose a combination."
Valor's eyes sparkled:
"FUSION?
DOUBLE MODE?
SPECIAL ATTACK?
ULTIMATE MODE?!"
Annabelle:
"No.
Just a coordinated attack."
Valor:
"…That's boring."
Annabelle:
"Do your spell."
Valor:
"Yes, boss."
---
Valor Prime tried to lift a hand.
"Analysis: coordinated attack imminent.
Countermeasure activated."
Annabelle smiled like she'd been waiting for that:
"Valor. Now."
Valor shouted:
"MAGE ART ULTIMATE: THEATRICAL SUPER NOVA!!"
Annabelle layered her magic on top:
"Gravitational amplification."
The room twisted.
Light, distortion, vibrations.
Ryn stepped back:
"Oh dang… that's pure SS energy."
Naël yelled:
"HIDE!! A wall is going to explode again!!"
Drake raised his hand:
"The wall is already gone."
---
Half the arena was engulfed in the blast.
When the smoke cleared…
Valor Prime was still standing.
Arms crossed.
Not a scratch.
"Observed.
Analyzed.
Countermeasure registered.
Your attack is… aesthetically pleasing.
But ineffective."
Valor stared:
"…Did he just compliment me or insult me?"
Annabelle:
"Both.
That's what scares me."
Valor Prime took a step forward.
The ground vibrated.
Lya paled:
"We're going to die."
Nova raised a finger:
"Not die.
Be reassigned to a parallel universe."
Ryn:
"THAT'S NOT BETTER!!"
---
Meanwhile…
Elyon's clone raised his hand.
"Boredom.
I need… a stimulus."
Liora screamed:
"NO!! DON'T TOUCH—!!"
Too late.
A dimensional fissure opened behind him.
Valen paled:
"This… this isn't a chapter anymore.
This is a cosmic warning."
Zarion:
"Should we call for divine backup or…?"
Drake, arms crossed:
"It's already too late."
Chapter 161 – When Everything Goes Premium HD 4K
The dimensional fissure opened by Elyon's clone did not stabilize.
No.
It grew. As if someone had decided that space‑time was nothing more than a plastic bag to be torn out of curiosity.
Nova paled:
— … That's not a fissure.
That's a PORTAL, guys. A real one.
Lya, already backing away:
— A portal to what exactly?!
Elyon's clone tilted his head, fascinated like a child staring at an electrical socket:
— Something… boring… suddenly becomes interesting.
Liora took a long breath. Too long. Too calm.
The kind that announces a stupid decision backed by enormous divine power.
— I'm going to dismantle it.
Ryn tried to stop her:
— Wait! If you touch the portal, it will—
Liora touched the portal.
It exploded.
The entire arena shook like a Bluetooth speaker in overload.
---
### Back to Valor Prime: Chaos – Season 2, Bonus Episode
Valor Prime finally raised his hand, slowly, as if savoring his moment.
— Retaliation.
Just that.
And yet…
The air warped around him.
Gravity behaved like a crumpled sheet of paper.
Even the floor looked ready to resign.
Annabelle exhaled:
— I feel like what's coming will be horrible.
Valor, obviously thrilled:
— PERFECT! I'm preparing something too!
Annabelle:
— Valor, no.
Not a "thing."
Valor:
— Too late! Already charged!
Annabelle:
— … We're going to die.
Valor Prime lowered his hand.
A smooth, silent wave, heavy with power, swept across the arena.
Then…
BAM.
Valor crashed through three walls.
Annabelle through two floors.
The ground sighed inwardly like: "I'm tired of your family."
Lya screamed:
— I SAID STOP BREAKING THE HQ!!
Drake, arms crossed:
— You've been repeating that since Chapter 80. Nobody listens.
Valor crawled out of the hole, hair disheveled:
— Ouch…
Okay. He hits hard.
Annabelle rose using a gravitational field:
— Let me handle it now. Admit it, Valor: your fight against Drake drained your mana.
Valor raised his voice:
— ME? The great Valor? I NEVER… uh… anyway, I still have plenty of energy.
Annabelle, unimpressed:
— Valor, I'm SS rank. You're S rank.
So I'm in charge. Period.
Valor crossed his arms:
— Fine… I'll be support. But I'm still the strongest.
Annabelle:
— If you say so.
With a snap of her fingers, transdimensional chains appeared, piercing directly into Valor Prime and sealing his magic instantly.
Valor Prime smiled despite the chains:
— Direct teleportation…
And again this obsession with sealing my mana. Tiresome.
Annabelle:
— Valor! Your turn!
Valor roared:
— PRIMORDIAL DRAGON'S LIGHTNING STRIKE!!
A gigantic dragon‑shaped lightning bolt struck Valor Prime, devastating everything in a white flash.
---
### Back to the Portal (which no longer really exists)
The dimensional blast rushed straight at the group, but Liora deployed a telekinetic bubble to protect them all.
Valen placed his hand on the hilt of the Sword of Judgment.
A tiny version of Elyonna emerged:
— Heeey! It's been a while since you called me, Valen!
Valen, cold smile:
— Get ready. It's about to get serious.
His red eyes lit up, star‑shaped irises glowing intensely.
Elyonna sniffed:
— Is it normal that it smells like… burnt multiverse?
Zarion, pale:
— I think we just erased a timeline. Just like that.
The real Elyon nearly tore his hair out:
— WHY IS THE CLONE OPENING DIMENSIONS?! I never do that without a reason!!
The clone answered calmly:
— Boredom. Stimulus required.
Liora approached.
Very slowly.
With the black aura — the one even gods avoid.
— Listen carefully.
You will stop your portals.
Now.
The clone looked at her.
Then raised his hand.
Lya screamed:
— NOT A SECOND—!!
Too late.
Another fissure opened.
And this time…
Something tried to come through.
A colossal arm.
Crushing energy.
A presence FAR too powerful for this arc.
Valen smiled as if he had been waiting for this moment for 100 chapters:
— Finally. The long‑awaited moment.
Ryn shouted:
— WHO DO WE CALL?!
WHO'S ABOVE THIS?!
Drake answered calmly:
— No one.
Even I can't tank that thing.
The entire hall froze.
Nova:
— Wait… you?
YOU can't tank it?
Drake:
— Exactly.
End of chapter.
---
### Back to Valor & Annabelle
A monstrous explosion shook everything.
Annabelle smiled, proud:
— Masterclass, that combo.
Valor cracked his fingers:
— Our duo is unbeatable, that's all.
Annabelle:
— We're overpowered, yes.
Valor insisted:
— But I'm still the strongest.
Annabelle:
— If you say so.
When the dust settled, the chains had melted under the lightning.
Valor Prime was on the ground, charred, in bad shape.
Then a green glow passed over his body, and he slowly regenerated.
He analyzed calmly:
— New analysis: your synergy…
… statistically impossible to model.
He blinked.
— Worrisome.
---
### Back to the Portal: Final Act
The fissure vibrated.
The colossal arm tried to enter.
Liora clenched her teeth:
— Elyon.
You reclaim YOUR clone.
NOW.
Elyon panicked:
— I can't!! He… he developed free will!!
The clone raised his hand:
— Stimulus found.
Liora:
— NO—
The fissure exploded in blinding light.