The Sword of the Phoenix
In a heartbeat, the red chains turned to ash. A second later, trillions of universes dissolved into gray dust, their stories ended by a single word.
On Animan, Mufasa's sword began to glow with a blinding Gold-Red light. He didn't just hold the sword; he became it.
"ENERGY ARMOR: 25TH FORM."
The Duke's eyes narrowed. "The max level? You've mastered the final evolution of the armor? You truly are a great man, Mufasa."
"I have no pride," Mufasa said coldly. "Only duty."
He swung the black blade. A wave of liquid blood-Urza erupted. The Duke dodged, but the sheer air pressure of the swing cut the Mothership in half behind him. The Duke stood in shock. The myths were true—Mufasa's blood was sharper than light itself.
The Duke drew his Icerian Scythe. "Fine. Face a King."
He slashed at Mufasa, but Mufasa caught the blade with his bare, armored hand. The Duke exhaled a thick, soul-freezing fog. "You can't see me now, King!"
A ray of blood-light pierced the fog, hitting the Duke's shoulder and erasing the matter entirely.
"How can you see?!" the Duke screamed in frustration. "Soldiers! RAPID FIRE!"
The split Mothership fired millions of frozen blasts at Mufasa. The sky was filled with blue light. But then, a Giant Pyro Ball erupted from Mufasa's center, vaporizing the entire fleet.
Mufasa emerged from the smoke, covered in a Sun-Aura so intense that the ice turned to steam before it could even exist. The Duke, for the first time in ten thousand years, turned and fled through a portal to another universe.
"You don't run from a Lion," Mufasa growled, jumping into the rift after him.
CLIFFHANGER:
As the Duke fled, his voice boomed across the dimensions: "RELEASE THE FIVE ADMIRALS!"